Soooo, I believe everyone thought that was a big cliffhanger...cannot think why ;D I can do so much worse...muhahaha XD

Anyway, thanks for your feedback and thanks for not breaking out the pitchforks :P

Massive internet hug to redchillismoke for her help with this chapter :D

"Ugh…"

Morgan winced as a wave of nausea rushed through her. She ran her hands through her hair and closed her eyes.

I feel like I just got stampeded by a fucking mammoth herd.

She shuddered as a cold wind blew around her and then she frowned.

I hardly feel cold after becoming a vampire, so why do I feel so cold now?

Morgan sat up, and felt her hand sinking into something soft, like sand on a beach. She looked at her hands and saw that they were submerged in a thick grey sludge, and it was as cold as ice.

"What the…"

She stood up, ignoring another wave of sickness coursing through her and looked at her surroundings. She was no longer near Dawnstar. In fact, she had no idea where she was. She stood in an empty courtyard of a city…

Or what was left of a city.

Ruined buildings surrounded her, no sign of life within any of the dwellings. There were torches burning in many places but she couldn't feel any heat coming from them, as though their only purpose was to light up the area slightly. She then looked up and she gasped as she saw the skies were on fire, blue flames replacing clouds.

Where the fuck am I?

A soft knocking noise came from her right and she spun around, wishing her sword was still on her person. A single pair of red eyes met hers, and Morgan knew that it was a vampire. She could now smell the woman, and she stank of fear. Her eyes showed signs of a lack of blood, but what confused Morgan was how the woman shrank away from her, backing into the dark interior of the ruins until her eyes vanished in the gloom.

She walked away from the ruined house where she saw the vampire and decided to head to what used to be a castle, trying to ignore the feeling of fear rising through her. She continued through the ruined city, sensing many vampires yet none of them came close to her.

"You…you don't belong here."

Morgan stopped walking as she came past a massive enclosure, thick barbed ropes between her and the dozens of ragged people on the other side. She walked closer to the ropes, ignoring the vampire that backed away from her, the spear he held sheathed on his back.

Are these….slave pens? Where in the fuck am I?

"What makes you say that?" Morgan asked the person who had spoke, a haggard man who had blood smeared on his rags, and telltale fang marks all over his throat.

He should be dead with that many bite marks.

The man chuckled sourly.

"You see the marks you and your kind leave me. Every night, they come. Every night they feed off us. And every time we die, we are awoken in this pen, full of blood and ready to be used as food again…"

Morgan flinched as the man spat at her….and then it was replaced with a guttural snarl as she reached through the ropes and grasped the man by the throat.

"Now now, my darling, save some for me."

Morgan noted a female vampire standing there beside her, watching her with amusement.

"He isn't my type," Morgan hissed, throwing the man to the ground.

"A pity. He tastes wonderful."

Morgan stared as the vampire leapt over the ropes, straddled the man and paralysed him with a spell before gently lifting him into her embrace, a smirk on her lips.

"You should taste more often, you may enjoy the power you hold over them."

Morgan shook her head and walked away, trying to ignore the sucking sounds coming from the vampire and the slave in the pen.

I need to get out of…what the FUCK is that?!

Morgan took a step back as a massive daedra stalked past her. It was massive, well over twelve feet tall, and covered in scales. It had a huge set of jaws full of jagged teeth, and each limb ended with a set of wickedly sharp talons. The creature stopped and it turned it's head, facing her.

"Oh shit," Morgan breathed, taking another step back and wishing she had her blade.

But before she even managed to gain the concentration needed to form a strong fire spell in her hands, the creature roared…and backed away, dipping its head before vanishing into a massive building, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.

Morgan's head was spinning.

This place makes no sense! Vampires everywhere, slave pens, and now a hulking monster that retreats at the sight of me! I need to get out of…wherever I am.

Morgan pressed on, walking through the streets of the city. Everywhere she went, she saw vampires and mortals…the former always feeding off the latter. At one point, she saw a single man being cornered by no less than ten female vampires, he had been screaming and begging them for mercy…even as they pounced on him and tore him apart.

But Morgan had seen something as she travelled. A castle on the top of a large hill. She had been following a path towards it for what felt like hours, but the thought of being away from Serana and her mother kept her going, and she had ignored any other vampires or mortals she met…until she came across the courtyard that led to the castle.

There were hundreds of slaves and vampires alike. The slaves were all chained together, and were also guarded by vampires. And in the vast courtyard, Morgan spotted two individuals fighting with crude weaponry. As she came closer, she saw they sported only iron daggers and wore simple clothing. She leaned against the blackened husk of the building, watching for a moment and wondering how to get in. She watched as the two fought, the man was fighting another female vampire. He was bleeding from several wounds over his arms and legs.

"Filthy beast!"

"That is not nice, my dear. Maybe you should be punished again? You would like that won't you?"

The young man swung his dagger, which the female vampire easily blocked with her own before darting forwards, using her momentum to throw the man onto his back, his dagger falling away from him. The vampire jumped on top of him, and pressed the dagger into his arm, laughing as he screamed.

"Yes, scream for me," she cackled, writhing on his stomach erotically.

But Morgan had to chuckle as the man found a new found surge of adrenaline and managed to throw the vampire off him before wrenching the dagger out of his arm and holding it in one blood soaked hand.

"Good, your blood tastes better when you fight back," the vampire crooned as she stalked her prey, the tattered black dress she wore flowing behind her.

"You will never taste from me again," the man snarled. "I kill you, and I go free."

"Foolish boy. Did you not know?"

She is baiting him, she knows something that will put him off completely.

"It has been three hundred years since you died. You have no home to go to any longer. All you have now is me…and you know I can make you happy…"

Her words had the effect that Morgan had predicted and the man's eyes widened at the same time he took his eyes off his opponent. The vampire laughed as she moved with her inhuman speed to move behind him, wrapping an arm round his neck and bending him backwards. Her other hand grabbed his flailing dagger and tossed it to one side before she dipped her head down, her hair obscuring the man's head.

But Morgan knew what was happening when the man began to convulse, a trickle of blood dripping from his neck. But she continued to watch as he dropped to the floor, the woman on top of him and still feeding.

"Another fool defeated! Is there any others who dares to try and free themselves?"

Morgan looked over at the speaker of these words and she rose her eyebrows at the sight of a Thalmor mage, his robes ripped and torn.

"Why do we bother doing this? It is clear that there is no hope for you, nor anyone else! Yet if we stand together…"

"You will provide them with a good meal," Morgan finished loudly, unable to take the mages words any longer.

She walked onto the courtyard, ignoring the gasps from the massive crowd around them, and glared at the Thalmor. Then she blinked, for she recognised him.

"Ondolemar. Fancy seeing you here."

"You," the Thalmor Justiciar breathed. "What in the name of Herself are you doing here? Was the destruction of the people of Markarth not enough for you?"

"Like you have a right to say that," Morgan scoffed. "I am not the one who wanted to arrest people by planting false amulets of Talos in their homes on a whim. All you Thalmor are the same. Gutless, stupid and very overconfident…Elenwen found that out only too well."

Smoke was pouring from Morgan's nostrils and that was the cue for the hundreds gathered to flee. Morgan stared as the courtyard emptied, leaving only herself with the female vampire and her fallen prey.

"Feel free to take him, I do not wish for any trouble."

"Why the fuck are you all…never mind, I am leaving," Morgan sighed, walking away. She glanced back at the vampire, who had crawled back to resume feeding and she sighed heavily.

I hope the castle has some sort of an answer for me.

After what seemed like an age, Morgan arrived at the entrance of the castle. Four vampires in thick daedric armour stood at attention, and when Morgan made to move forwards, they sprang to attention and wrenched the doors open. She walked inside, the fear within her now spilling out. She wanted out of here. She wanted to be back in Serana's arms and dreaming about ripping off Ulfric Stormcloaks head, not wandering some strange world full of vampires and many more horrifying things.

And that fear increased when she saw the bodies strung up all over the edge of the wall. The corpses showed signs of mutilation, blood draining and in a few cases, were even missing huge patches of skin. Morgan shuddered and turned away from the sickening sight, and met eye contact with a single female vampire standing in front of a massive black steel door. Her long red dress matched her red hair, and her eyes blazed the same orange tint like her own and Serana's.

She is pretty but there is something about her…something familiar…

"Ah, you are here. My lord will be pleased. And you came unscathed I see? Impressive."

"Do I know you?" Morgan asked.

The woman laughed.

"No, but I know of you, Morgan Aurelius. The only sired mortal belonging to Serana Volkihar and Dragonborn. A pleasure. You may call me Elissa."

"And who is your master and why was he expecting me?"

Elissa grinned.

"Full of questions, aren't you? Don't you want to get a little more acquainted first, hmm?"

Morgan shifted her feet slightly as Elissa approached. The vampire chuckled as she began to walk slowly around her, her long red dress swirling around her as she walked. Morgan shivered slightly as Elissa's hand trailed along her shoulder.

"What say you dear? Maybe you would like to relax before you meet our Lord?"

Morgan tried to form a word but found that she couldn't say anything. She still didn't say anything when Elissa stood in front of her before looping her arms round her neck and bringing herself close to her, close enough for Morgan to feel the woman's curves under her dress.

"You're interested aren't you? But you also think of your beloved sire. Interesting."

Morgan flinched slightly as Elissa's lips met hers, but found that she couldn't even try and move. It was like….

Like she is enthralling me.

Morgan closed her eyes in mid kiss, trying to block out the thoughts now forming in her head.

Kiss me more, give in to me.

No.

Kiss me, Morgan. Lie with me.

I said…

Morgan gasped as Elissa's hand gently forced one of her hands to rest on her right breast. She quivered as Elissa chuckled softly and closed the gap between them again.

I want you. All you have to do is give in.

NIID! ZU'U DOVAHKIIN!

Morgan roared and opened her eyes. She was lying on the ground, with Elissa sprawled on the ground next to the gate. She groaned and stood up, just as the other vampire did the same.

"You are the first to have passed the test. Very impressive, young one. My Lord will wish to see you now."

Morgan swallowed before nodding and walking right past the smirking vampire, towards the massive gate.

Too fucking close, she thought tiredly. But now I may get some answers.

The first thing she saw was that the castle interior was more like the Arena in the Imperial City. She had seen images in books while she had grown up in Bruma, and what she saw now matched the pictures quite well. Until she spotted the slaves.

Just as what happened out in the courtyard, slaves were fighting vampires and even a few of those scaled creatures she had seen earlier. But instead of fighting for a false freedom, these slaves were simply fighting for…

"Ah, my Champion arrives. Sarie, give her a weapon…and be quick about it!"

A/N: *Runs off to hide* I cannot help it, cliffhangers are in my nature! XD Thanks for reading, feel free to send your thoughts/comments...no pitchforks though! :P