I'm baaaaaaaaack! Yes, at last xD Sorry for the wait as always, its getting annoying for myself when I cannot keep up with the update speed that I used to be able to do. I apologize for the delay, I am trying as much as possible to get chapters out faster! xD
So, here you go, I hope you like it :)
"So, what did they find out?" Serana asked as she stretched in her chair, grunting slightly when an audible popping sound followed a second later.
Morgan had to grin at that noise before replying.
"Sure you don't want to sleep first? I know it's hard for an old woman to get around so much…."
Morgan laughed when a sweet roll narrowly missed her face and held her hands out in mock apology.
"Sorry, I meant to say an 'emaciated old woma…ARGH! Bitch!"
Morgan giggled profusely as she wiped the second sweet roll off her face and flung the bits back at Serana, who shrieked as she held up a ward spell to deflect the crumbs and bits of icing.
"Sorry, couldn't resist. But to answer your question, they left a lot of information. Take a look."
Serana took the parchment that Morgan offered her and read through the neat handwriting that she knew was Babette's.
At least someone knows how to use grammar these days.
"So, Olfrid is a bit of a gambler in his spare time. Spends most of his time in a tavern or his house, drinking and eating copious amounts of meat and ale and not much else…"
Serana grinned as she looked up.
"You sure he isn't a werewolf?"
"He smells much worse than one of those," Morgan countered. "Keep going."
Serana looked back down and continued to narrate the points that Babette and Gabriella had left for them, briefly wondering about how they had found out such things before squashing the thought completely.
Rumours and gossip are not facts Serana. Facts are what matters. Facts give you the information, not the idle whispers of idiotic mortals with less brains than a draugr.
Serana sighed a little as she heard her mother's voice in her head, and idly brushed a strand of hair away from her face. As if knowing what troubled her, Morgan had suddenly stood behind her and was now massaging her shoulders gently, kissing the top of her head as she did so.
"Thanks," Serana murmured.
Morgan simply kissed the nape of her neck in response and Serana shuddered in delight before trying to concentrate on the information before her.
"He also has a farm outside the walls, and every Morndas, he goes there alone…interesting."
"Seeing that tomorrow is Morndas…" Morgan began.
"That is the best time to strike," Serana finished, arching her head back to allow Morgan's lips to caress her throat.
Serana purred and leant backwards as Morgan moved around to straddle her lap, and then sighed heavily when the Dragonborn's mouth attacked hers in a way that she loved.
"Hot lips…a dragon in more than just a soul it see….uuuuuuuugh…." Serana gasped as Morgan's fingers now teased her ribcage under her top.
How the fuck did she do that so quick…sneaky bitch.
"Wasn't hard. All I have to do is…"
Serana whimpered when Morgan kissed her on the place where her collarbone joined her neck and responded by wrapped her arms round Morgan and bringing her closer to her, close enough so that their bosoms pressed against one another.
"Stop teasing you wench and…arrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh…"
Morgan had also managed to find the clasps of her leather trousers and had also torn off her small clothes underneath, leaving her bare.
"Very sneaky…hey, you got that off quick.."
Morgan grinned as she seated herself on Serana once more, wriggling slightly to make Serana groan again before replying.
"Time is against us…" she whispered.
"Better get moving then," Serana said as she hauled Morgan off her lap and smiled when she wrapped her legs round her instead.
"My turn, Dragonborn. Time to test these walls…"
Morgan laughed as Serana carried her over to the bed before heavily placing her onto the mattress and quickly straddling her hips. Serana grinned impishly as she wriggled and rocked on top of her and it was Morgan's turn to gasp.
"You learn a few things after four thousand years of hibernation. I will show you what I mean…"
Downstairs, the patrons of the Bannered Mare would come to know this particular night as the 'night where even Sovngarde shook'.
Morgan groaned as she pulled up her armour and smiled when Serana's hands clasped hers.
"Never thought I would be ridden by a horse," Morgan beamed.
"Or a dragon…," Serana added, planting a kiss on Morgan's neck before letting go of her hands.
Morgan laughed and buckled up her armour before slowly sheathing her glass daggers into their sheathes. She looked around at the mess of the room and grinned again. The chairs and tables were strewn all over the room, plates and goblets were also amongst the debris, and when she spotted the cracks in the wooden beams in the roof, Morgan giggled.
Better give Hulda some gold before we go…she is more dangerous than pretty much anything in Skyrim when she is pissed off.
She looked over and nodded to Serana before walking down the stairs and throwing a large coin purse on the counter and smiled sheepishly at Hulda, who was standing there with a neutral expression on her face.
"Sorry about that Hulda, this should be enough."
Hulda had to grin and she shook her head, taking half the gold coins and offering the rest back to Morgan.
"Forget it Morgan. I wouldn't know the first thing about Shouting, but I guess even you cannot know any Shouts that could mute your voice…."
Wonder if…nah, asking Odahviing something like that is beyond strange, it's fucking perverted…but imagine the look on his face if I asked him…
"Maybe one day I may find out," Morgan said as she turned on her heel and strode out the door, Serana close behind.
And barely avoided slamming into Aela, who was walking up the stairs with Skjor in tow.
"Sorry Aela, had things on my mind."
"More like you had a vampire on your hips!" Aela laughed. "I think everyone up to Falkreath would have felt what you two were doing…or rather, what Morgan was doing with that voice of hers.."
"You would know better than anyone about that, wouldn't you, Aela?" Morgan winked.
Aela snorted and thumped Morgan on the back, slapped Serana's thigh gently with her hand and walked inside the tavern. Skjor merely grunted a quick 'good morning' before walking inside. Serana raised her eyebrow when she met Morgan's eyes.
"He's like that with everyone," Morgan explained. "I think he just wants peace of mind is all…must be hard being a Companion, what with strange requests like someone wanting to be beaten up with fists and whatever."
Serana nodded and the two of them continued through Whiterun before walking into someone who Morgan never got on well with in the best circumstances.
"Well, well. Had enough of rolling around like animals and joined the rest of the society have we? You have a reputation, Dragonborn. Best not squander it now," Nazeem said derisively.
"What would you know of reputation, Nazeem? All you know is how far to shove your overgrown nose into someone's arse and how long it is going to stay there," Morgan retorted, a sweet smile on her face.
"I have you know that…"
"You also lick high-ranking people's arses too? Yeah, I knew about that as well. Oh hello Ysolda, good to see you again."
Morgan smiled as she embraced the young woman while Nazeem stormed off.
"Good to see you as well Morgan. I see Nazeem and yourself have been getting along nicely as always?"
"Yeah, I think he needs a good kick up the arse if you ask me…maybe I should throw him into a giant camp?"
Ysolda giggled.
"I doubt a giant would bother kicking him…wouldn't want his foot getting covered on skeever shit now, would it?"
Morgan laughed while Serana shook her head in amusement.
"See what you have done? You turned a sweet young woman into another one of you! God's help us!" Serana said with a wink at Ysolda, who was quaking in mirth at this point.
"Another one of me? Nothing wrong with that, it might make you shut up if we both fucked you at the same time!"
All three women laughed.
"You are bad influence on me," Ysolda teased as she walked away.
Serana smiled as she looped an arm round Morgan's waist.
"Time to get ready. We should sharpen our weapons and get our armour looked at. Should we both go to the same blacksmiths or…."
"We will go to Adrienne's," Morgan decided. " I think too many questions would be asked if we went to Eorland and stayed there all day, they would know we were planning something."
"I knew there was a brain in there somewhere," Serana purred as she kissed Morgan briefly.
"It's always there, it's just that seeing you naked turns it off," Morgan grinned.
Serana giggled as they continued to walk through Whiterun, nodding to guards whenever they greeted them and talking to Braith and Mila when both girls stopped them in the streets and bombarded them with questions like 'how many dragons have you killed', and in the case of Braith, 'how many people have you punched in the face?'
Morgan had replied 'a fair few' and 'not enough' to those questions, gave them both a few gold pieces and ruffled their hair before walking on with a bright smile on her face.
"You're good with children," Serana remarked as Warmaidens came into view.
"No. They are good with me, I wouldn't know the first thing about taking care of them," Morgan replied softly.
Serana kissed her gently on the lips and smiled, running her left hand through Morgan's black hair thoughtfully.
"Liar."
Morgan smiled and kissed her back in thanks.
"Morgan! Serana! Nice to see the two of you again," Adrienne said as they approached.
"And you, Adrienne," Morgan replied, shaking the blacksmiths hand. Morgan had found out that Adrienne preferred a traditional greeting rather than what she referred to as a 'sappy hello', and Morgan instantly respected her for it.
She did still wind her up though, like when the instant they let go of each other's hands, Morgan quickly moved forward and scooped the small but strong woman in a bear hug and lifted her clean off the ground.
"Much better," Morgan chuckled.
Adrienne sighed and hugged her back, and smiled widely when she was released.
"Anyone else would have gotten the mace up the backside."
"Good thing I am me then," Morgan said cheekily.
"So, what brings you here? Need some ore or ingots? I recall you used to buy iron ingots by the dozen shortly after I met you, Morgan."
Morgan smiled.
"I did need to learn how to forge my own weapons in the end, I broke half of my equipment, as you well know Adrienne."
"You did have a habit of bringing back battered blades, but I am glad my lessons stuck in the end."
"And I am eternally grateful…no pun intended. But to answer your first question, I just need some refined malachite ingots if you have any. I am using glass daggers quite regularly aside from my longsword, but I find it needs to be sharpened."
"I have a few in stock. Here, all yours for two hundred septims."
Morgan passed over the coin purse without another word and nodded in thanks. She sat down on the grindstone and began to temper the blade, always being careful not to apply too much pressure so the blade wouldn't shear off. Her very first attempt with an iron dagger had ended up with the dagger being snapped in half and pieces of iron shards being stuck in her armour. Serana had bought several pieces of leather and was now repairing her armour, starting with her boots.
Morgan spent a few minutes every so often looking around and smiling at the sight of Whiterun and it's people. Several stopped by and said hello to her and Serana, others merely nodded at their presence. A few however, went so far as to ignore them completely, which never bothered Morgan much. She knew that being a vampire was still too difficult for many people to accept and it saddened her every time someone say her and walked away quicker than the speed they had been originally walking.
"Here," Serana said, throwing a bottle over to her and leaning against the wooden pillar.
Morgan nodded in thanks and drank the bottle of sweet mead. Blood was always welcome of course, but she could still enjoy other drinks…food wasn't important anymore. In fact, she ate less and less every month she spent being a vampire. Serana had once explained that it was normal, saying that when she stopped eating food altogether was a sign that her change was fully complete.
"Looks sharp enough," Adrienne said as she walked over and eyed the twin glass daggers on Morgan's hip.
Morgan grinned.
"Needs to be, they get plenty of use."
"And what are you planning to test them on this time? As long as it isn't my wall…."
Morgan gave Serana a sheepish grin and shook her head as she faced Adrienne.
"No…only a horker."
Morgan narrowed her eyes as she lay down on the ground, ignoring the torch bugs that flitted near her face. It was night time and the twin moons of Secunda and Masser were barely visible, massive storm clouds forming in the night sky. She had debated on using the Clear Skies Shout to dissipate the clouds, but she had refrained from doing so for a few reasons.
The first was that she would be discovered instantly by her quarry which was slowly making his way to his farm outside the walls of Whiterun. Killing someone via assassination was something that was to be done quietly in her view, and shouting into the night sky would only alert Olfrid Battle-Born as well as the guards that occasionally patrolled the drawbridge leading into Whiterun. The second reason was that she felt that she would be interfering with the weather too much and in doing so would piss off at least one of the Divines…and she didn't want to attract more attention than what she was already under.
Slow, fat, drunken bastard.
She had also debated on whether to drink her fill from him, but after watching him down pitcher after pitcher of strong ale, she felt that his blood would taste even more foul than what she already imagined it to taste like.
Morgan glanced over and nodded to the pair of orange eyes that could barely be seen near the water's edge of the river that was nearby. Serana had taken up a position near the river in case she needed assistance, or should someone head up the road on the way to Olfrid's farmhouse and decide to visit.
She looked back and smirked when she saw Olfrid stagger into the door of the farmhouse and smash his face into the wood, a smear of blood trailing down the frame as he finally managed to gain entrance.
Dumb idiot. Give it a few minutes and he will be too drunk to even stay awake.
Morgan waited for ten minutes before using her invisibility spell, waiting a few more second to make sure the spell had taken effect and then sprinted towards the house in a few seconds, her vampiric speed and stealth making it impossible for most people to even detect her presence. She then folded out her lock pick set and rotated the lock, and within a few seconds, the door gently swung open silently.
So far, so good.
She went inside and crouched down, easing the door shut behind her.
"Laas…Yah Nir"
She loved using this particular Shout. While using a standard Detect Life spell worked just fine, it did have a slight drawback of making a bright light when it was cast. But using Aura Whisper, not a single sound could be heard apart from her own whisper, and only a vampire or a werewolf would detect the noise at close range…something she had found out first hand.
There he is. Lying on his front on the bed, still fully clothed and snoring loud enough that a dragon could have landed on the roof and he wouldn't have known.
Morgan slowly unsheathed a glass dagger and quietly crept towards the prone figure before pouncing on top of his back, tilting his head back with her free hand and plunging her dagger into his exposed throat. The explosion of blood didn't shock her and she simply held on while his body thrashed a few seconds beneath her before going limp.
She sniffed and jumped off him and scowled when she noted the pool of urine pooling on the floor.
Ugh, definitely getting a bath later.
She walked throughout the house and gathered a few items that she thought would catch fire well. A bale of straw that was seemingly left over from insulating the roof. A pile of old clothes that had seen better days. Then she liberally poured a few bottles of alto wine around the house before placing them next to Olfrid's twitching body.
Should get rid of the evidence. The fire will destroy his body and hide the attack as well as burning the blood stains and everything else. If I placed the candles in a way that it seems he knocked them over in his drunken state while keeping his bottles near his person, no-one will suspect the truth.
The details had been thought of well in advance. It had been Babette who had suggested the use of fire to hide the attack, and Morgan had wondered just how many times the vampire child had used this method in her three hundred or so years of being an assassin.
Morgan ignited the trail of wine with a quick flame spell and quickly exited the house, making sure the door closed firmly behind her. She had also made the curtains be drawn across the windows so that anyone who would be watching would think that the light inside was the candles and the smoke that would soon be pouring from the chimney would be from the fireplace.
Good thing most of the house is made from stone.
Morgan grinned in the moonlight and made her way back to where Serana was waiting after casting the invisibility spell once more. She had heard of a spell that never broke the illusion, but it seemed to have been lost in time….apparently, the Hero of Kvatch had used it quite a lot according to the records in Bruma and of course, from what her mother had told her.
She sighed now as she allowed the spell to dispel and smiled sadly as she fell into Serana's comforting arms. She missed her mother dearly and yet while knowing that she was in Windhelm was a blessing in a way, she also knew that eventually, Ulfric would get bored of her being a captive and would kill her.
NO. I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN.
Morgan sighed deeper as she walked back to Whiterun with Serana, the other vampire's arm wrapped tightly around her waist. They both greeted the guards who never asked what they were doing and smiled at each other as they went inside the town gates. She had been well known for her nocturnal ventures in the past, so the guards never asked any questions about it.
Morgan looked in the direction where she knew Windhelm was located. She prayed that her mother was alive and also prayed that she would be freed from that hellhole as soon as possible.
Lilith Aurelius smiled before sending a wad of spittle at the Stormcloak soldier that had been taunting her from the other side of the bars. The bastard had been annoying her for a while and she had managed to lull the idiot into a sense of false security by staying silent during his tirade. She now grinned as he wiped the spit off his face and growled at her, his hand at the hilt of his iron axe.
"Try it. I will cut your balls off if you try," she hissed.
She nodded when he took his hand away from the weapon and smiled wider at him.
"Good dog. Now fuck off and leave me to some sleep."
"Huh, you talk tough now but wait until the Jarl orders your execution you little Breton bitch. Then we see what you are truly made of."
"And when my daughter tears your spine out and beats you to death with it, we will see what you are made of…literally."
The Stormcloak stomped out of the room and Lilith sighed, leaning against the cold stone wall. Every day at least one guard walked in to torment her in one way or another…at least she thought they were different ones, it was hard to know who was who when they wore those strange helmets of theirs. And every day she told each and ever one of them to go fuck themselves.
At least I can keep my spirits up by thinking of my daughter.
Lilith knew that Morgan would want to rescue her somehow. But she also knew that she had to bide her time. Walking into Windhelm with a massive bounty on her head was asking for trouble, so Lilith knew that Morgan would plan every move she made.
But she was coming for her, she knew that.
The only question was: how long before she came and taught Ulfric Stormcloak a lesson he would never forget?
Lilith smiled.
Be safe, my daughter. And kill a few of those bastards for me.
Lilith Aurelius smiled as she looked at the twin moons in the sky, a single tear trailing down each cheek.
I just need to be patient. And hopefully, we will be reunited soon.
She fell asleep with a small smile on her face, ready for the next day to begin.