The Vampire Lord looked surly as he was sitting at his ancient desk. He was shuffling parchment around the old oak surface, trying to decide which to deal with first. He currently had a massive stack of them piled up, and more just kept coming in. He cursed as the candlelight that had been illuminating his dark and dingy study went out. This vampire was old fashioned; despite the advances in the mortal's technology, he refused to adapt to the times and use electricity. His parchment was handmade as well, as one could see the imperfections in it that mass produced printer paper just didn't have anymore. He got up to light his candle that had gone out.

Grumbling as he sat back down, the old vampire sat back down to tackle the mountains of paperwork. The first thing he decided to deal with was a report made by one of his underlings. It was dated just a few days ago, and it did not spark joy within his shriveled heart; it was more bad news regarding the disappearance of so many of his vampires. Things had not been going well these last few months. It all started one day when one of his clan had said they were tracking a new vampire that had shown up at one of their safehouses. He had not heard from that one again.

Since that day, one by one, his underlings had started going missing. He had sent others to investigate of course, but other than the scent of the same vampire showing up again and again, there were no leads. No clues on how it had been making his clan disappear without a trace. It was as if it was a wraith; invisible to all, untraceable by his best men. If he didn't know better, he would think the unknown assailant was teleporting; however, he knew that vampires had no such ability. Perhaps it was getting help from one of the Sorcerers? No; magic always left a certain tingling scent in the air when it was used by one of their kind.

He had just finished reading the report for the second time to make sure he didn't miss anything when the door to his study burst open, nearly causing it to fly off its hinges.

"If you break my door, you will be paying for it" the old master vampire rasped out.

"I am sorry my lord, but there is terrible news!" the younger blood drinker apologized.

"Out with it then!" he snapped.

"Y-Yes sir." He stuttered at the elder's tone.

Evidently the master was impatient.

"One of our strongholds in Jasper has fallen" he said solemnly.

Dead silence.

"You better not be telling me falsehoods boy." The old man declared dangerously.

"I swear! I speak nothing but the truth" the three-hundred-year-old 'boy' replied.

"How did this happen?" he said, voice remaining calm, but there was a fire in his eyes.

"We… don't know" the younger vampire said, looking down at the floor.

"You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW?! How in the Lord's name do you not know how one hundred vampires were destroyed?!" the old master yelled at the top of his lungs, causing the walls to rumble slightly. The man had been getting regular reports of missing vampires, and now he knew why.

The loud volume of the shout had ruptured the eardrums of the younger vampire, and so he could not hear the expletives coming from the adult child in front of him. The elder vampire was throwing what could only be described as a temper tantrum like that of a toddler. He cursed his misfortune that this was the man who had turned him so long ago; else he would have left as soon as he was able. Alas, one was essentially enslaved to the vampire who turned you if they were so inclined. Some vampire masters allowed their people to have free reign, but they were few and far between. The only path to freedom was to kill the one who turned you, however the younger vampire was not yet strong enough to accomplish that feat.

The hearing of the vampire not throwing a tantrum was just starting to return when the door flew open for the second time.

"What now?!" the elder demanded.

"Sir, there is a survivor." The second vampire to arrive announced.

"Where?" he demanded.

"In the seldom used infirmary" the messenger said.

"Good" replied the elder, before dashing over to the newcomer and swiftly beheading him.

"May I ask why you slew him, my lord?" the first visitor asked, barely able to keep the disdain for his master hidden.

"Normally, no. But I needed to kill something, and his loss was less of a loss than yours would have been." The master said dismissively before turning towards the infirmary with a pointlessly dramatic swish of his cloak.

This guy was so damned old fashioned, he would make Varnae cringe.

— — —

Down in the dungeons of the old master's castle, sat a single, blood-starved vampire. The vampire had been thrown in a cell as soon as he had arrived at the master's headquarters in Vancouver. Here was just another reason that he hated the society that he found himself in. Many of the younger vampires (young being a matter of perspective when everyone was centuries old) were dissatisfied with the current status quo.

The elderly ruled like kings, while the younger were enslaved. The main reason? Age. Many of the old vampires were strong, yes, but they were terrible fighters. They had been alive for so long that they had forgotten what it was like to have to struggle to stay alive. To have to put any actual effort into a fight. They used their sheer strength and speed to overwhelm their weaker enemies, with no technique. Thus, it was indeed possible to for an elder to be killed, however the one doing the killing needed to be much more technically skilled than the elder. You needed training to deal with that kind of speed. Not many were skilled enough to get this kind of training, but it was possible.

As it was, it appeared there was something of a revolution going on in western Canada. The imprisoned vampire didn't know why or how it started, but he was happy to be part of it. It helped that all who joined the revolution were freed from their enslavement to their masters. Only time would tell if they were just exchanging one dictator for another. He had yet to prove his loyalty (they all had to really) but he was certain he would eventually. This little infiltration mission was the first step in that direction. It was his job to show the others where the master's lair was. He could have told them where it was, but it had been several years since he had been here, and who knew what changes could have been made.

He was taken from his thoughts by the sound of angry footsteps on stone; evidently his interrogators had arrived.

— — —

It had been a few months since I started my takeover of the local vampires. It had spiraled into much more than I had expected it to be. There were many more vampires in this small town than I had been expecting. Back in Skyrim there weren't nearly as many of them in populated areas. The vampire hunting had started off slow, only finding one or two here and there. Some of them I killed, as they were too evil. They viewed humans as little more than cattle to be imprisoned and harvested for blood. Others I ended up turning to my side. They had a more favourable view on humans; willing to befriend them, and usually drank from blood banks or willing people. Several, like me, had taken to feeding from the dregs of society that no one would miss. Unfortunately, overall, I killed many more vampires than I took with me. So far, I had killed over a hundred vampires. In this one town.

I learned later that the reason there were so many vampires in comparison to the humans, is because this town has many, many visitors. The town had a small population of people who live here in comparison to how many tourists there are. Eventually though, we did find a den of them who had a permanent residence here. There were many who stopped in there while they were just passing though, a couple dozen who visited there somewhat often, and about sixteen or so who lived there permanently. They evidently kept record of who entered and left the town. Overall, there seemed to be four dozen vampires in this town at any given time. Most of them just passing through.

After the raid of the mansion, and everything was said and done, only one vampire was enough of a decent person to keep around. The rest were right bastards. A couple of them even mocked me for being a woman, saying there was no way a pathetic woman would be able to do anything to them. I grinned at them as I tore their hearts from their chests. The one vampire who was worth keeping around was a several hundred-year-old named Derrick. I did not fully trust him, so I sent him off to bring us to where the leader of this clan was.

I found out from several of the vampires I had converted that their leaders ruled through fear, and a mild compulsion. They could not outright control their progeny, but they could influence their decision making to some degree. This was compounded through the fact that they ruled with an absolute authority, and anyone who disobeyed, died. I did not want anyone following me to be compromised by this aspect of their vampirism. Thus, I offered to turn each of the fourteen vampires I had spared. Ten had accepted. The others went their separate ways after I killed their master.

I had learned quite early on, within the first fortnight, that my type of vampirism was superior in almost every regard. Jason was a perfect example. He had taken to sparring with the older vampires, and he actually held his own for a time. Jason was only a few months old in vampire years, so he had no business being able to hold a candle to one that was three hundred years his senior. And yet, he did.

One of the vampires that I had turned was what this world called a "scientist." That word had no equivalent in my native language. The closest equivalent would be to that of a researcher in the college of Winterhold. This scientist studied the way the world worked, recorded their findings, and published written works to be reviewed by others. More specifically, she was a "biologist", someone who studied the way the human body worked. She had asked more than once if she could study my blood, but for some reason I was uncomfortable with the idea. I told her she would be more than welcome to study one of the vampires I'd turned, assuming they were willing.

Her findings surprised me somewhat. It seemed that my vampirism was entirely different from hers; so much so that I may as well be an entirely distinct species from her. That worried me because it meant that I had not just travelled in time; I had travelled to an entirely different world, that somehow also had vampires. I had regained enough of my memories to know that my clan, the Volkihar, were among the first of the vampires. Only the first vampire, Lamae Bal, and her clan of Scions being older than us. As such, all vampires were the same in Tamriel, having originated from one person. With many of those vampires coming from our clan. Thus, another world.

Michelle (the biologists name) had explained that humans could trace their lineage back thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of years. There was proof that humans evolved from something lesser. The same could not be said of vampires; there was no variation to vampiric "DNA." The oldest vampire known had the same DNA as a vampire turned today. This was where my differences came in: the DNA of the vampires I had turned was different. Most of the details were lost on me for now, but the main difference was that my type of vampirism lacked the "enzyme" that this worlds vampires had. It was what was responsible for turning a human into a vampire.

During the several months that I had been in this world, I had gained enough of an understanding on the language, that I could have a complete conversation with someone. Being an incredibly old vampire, I have had to re learn the local language several times. Here or there I would not know the word for something, but overall, I did not have many issues. Jason said I had a "Norse" accent; apparently these Norse were on the other side of the world. I still have not told anyone that I was not from this world, as I had decided that they didn't need to know. Who would believe me? I still had no understanding on how I came to this place as it was.

Another thing that has been gradually changing is that I have regained many of my memories. It is hard to say for sure, but nearly all my memories regarding who I am have returned. I still have little memory of how to actually use my magical skills, however it seemed that would be of little consequence, because as of now I do not really need them. Maybe the need for a particular memory triggers them to return? Doubtful, but not impossible.

It would be random things that triggered my memories. I was eating breakfast one day (kindly supplied by one of the local blood banks) when a memory came back to me of Sorin and I sitting around a table full of warriors, with us at the head of the table. It was not until more memories returned that I knew that was the mead hall of the Companions, Jorrvaskr. Back then I did not quite see myself as a member of the Companions, but they all assured me they saw me as one. It was not until I no longer had them around that I understood what they meant. They were my friends, and I grieved their loss.

The one memory that I have been desperately hoping came back, was of how I had come to this world. I needed to know if Sorin had made the journey with me. I needed to know if I was alone in this world. Sure, I had Jason, but we have only known each other a short while. Having that Demon around that I called a husband was comforting. Despite how dangerous he was, I felt safe around him; when he was around, I just knew that everything would be okay. What was a simple teleportation to a new world when he made gods tremble with fear?

"Ready to go?" someone asked, startling me.

"What?" I questioned.

"I said, are we ready to go? You alright Serana?" the person, Jason, I realised, inquired.

"Yes. Just lost in my own mind." I replied.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked.

"Pardon?" I answered with confusion.

"It's a colloquialism. A saying. It means 'would you mind telling me what you're thinking?'" he explained, clearly laughing at me.

"I see. Just wondering about my husband" I told him, still staring off into the distance.

We had gotten into the car now and were driving off towards a city called Vancouver. That was where Derrick had said the master vampire lived. Jason was currently driving as we talked. We decided to send the others on ahead while Jason and I wrapped up our business in Jasper.

"I didn't know you had a husband. Didn't even know vampires got married." He commented.

"Most do not. At least where I am from, most vampires would rather fight each other for power than get married. Most cannot accept sharing power with another" I explained.

"But not you." He spoke.

"But not me."

"Where is he now?" he asked.

"I do not know. I have not seen him in a long time. I do not even know if he is still alive" I replied with some sadness.

"I'm sorry. That must be tough. I would be worried sick if I didn't know if my wife was okay." He empathised.

"How is your wife doing?" I questioned, trying to get the topic away from me.

"She's coping. Not entirely happy that her husband is no longer alive, or human." He said.

"And your kids?" I asked.

"They are doing better than she is. You can guess how they are. They are gushing about how cool their dad is now. They want to be vampires." He said with a chuckle.

"You know the rules. Not until they are adults." I repeated.

"I know, I know. My wife would stake me through the heart if I turned them now. Not that I could even if I wanted to, being so young and all." Jason said.

"That is going to have to be a conversation you two have. Sooner rather than later. You will stay forever young, as will your children if they have their way. She will not appreciate being the only one to grow old. I know how I would feel I were in her position. I would feel left behind." I warned.

"You are right of course, but how do you have that conversation? What will I do if she doesn't want to be a vampire?" he worried.

"You must not force her hand. She must make the choice on her own. If she feels like she has no other option in order to keep her family together, she will grow to resent you" I explained. I had seen it before with werewolves out living their human mates.

"And if she decides she wants no part of this?" he asked. I could see the uncertainty and worry in his eyes. This man loved his wife dearly.

"As sad and unfortunate as that would be, you must allow her to do as she wishes. I have seen it before. A werewolf I knew got bitten and wanted to turn his wife. He did so without consulting her first. She did not want to be a werewolf. The result was the same in the end. She still left him, but now she hated him instead of being able to part ways on friendly terms." I cautioned.

"So even if she decides she doesn't want to be my wife anymore, we can still be good friends after." He reasoned.

"Yes. Exactly. That is the best, of the worst outcomes. I will also be the one to turn her, so that you two are on equal footing. From there you two can decide who you would like to turn your kids. By the time they are old enough, you should be capable of turning them." I explained.

"I suppose it could create an unbalanced power dynamic within our relationship if I were to be the one to turn her." He mused.

"You would not be able to turn her right now anyway. You will have to wait a few years before you can turn any mortal into a vampire." I commented.

Whatever he would have said, was interrupted by a massive roar in the distance. An inhuman roar.

— — —

Derrick was hanging from the ceiling by chains shackled to his wrists. He was still swinging slightly from the force of the last strike. Blood ran down his body from various cuts and scrapes; large bruises were everywhere from the beating he'd taken. He was even missing a couple fingers due to him glaring at his former master and the man removing them. They were itching slightly, and it was driving him nuts. The itching was worse than the wounds that covered his entire body.

"Are you ready to talk now?!" the man-child in front of him screamed.

"Fuck you" Derrick grinned.

"How dare you talk back to your master that way?! I am your better!" he yelled again, spittle flying from his mouth, and landing on Derricks face.

"Not anymore, shithead." Derrick said calmly.

"YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT I WISH TO KNOW!" the master vampire hollered again. If he had more than two braincells to rub together, he would have noticed that Derrick had said he had a new master.

"Ask nicely, and if you're a good boy, I might tell you," Said the former underling.

"ARGH!" the child screamed and stabbed the fire poker through Derricks abdomen. It hurt, but not as much as it should have.

Despite Derricks best efforts, it was quickly found out that he was no longer loyal to the master vampire. He had tried to play it off as him just surviving the attack and returning to Vancouver to seek aid. Derrick was not an infiltrator though. He was smart, but ultimately his strengths were in fighting, not spy craft. Give him a stronghold to bust down over sneaking into enemy territory any day.

Now though, the master was trying to figure out the person responsible to for so many of his vampires going missing. Derrick knew though, that they weren't missing, they were dead; too evil to be allowed to live. Derricks kind were few and far between in the vampire world; that is, decent people. He knew he was no saint by any means, but he at least still saw the value that human life presented. He wouldn't bring needless cruelty upon someone unless they deserved it. Chomo's were number one on his hit list. Just because you are the thing that goes bump in the night, doesn't mean you have to be a monster of evil.

Derricks former master was busy beating the shit out of him, trying to get him to talk. He was using every trick in the book that usually worked on vampires and humans. He was coming to the realization that there was more to the idle chatter that Serana's flavour of vampirism was better than he had initially thought. He had been sure that it was propaganda to try and entice the new bloods to turn to her side. Now though, he knew it was more than just bullshit. Despite him being blood starved (his own idea to make his infiltration more convincing) his body was holding up remarkably well. He wasn't healing like he should, but that was unsurprising.

"What. Happened. To. Make. You. Turn. Traitor?!" the master ground out. Each pause punctuated with a smack from the metal rod in his hands.

"You did" Derrick said simply.

"Explain." The elder vampire demanded.

"You're a shit leader, and you act like a child half the time. What did you expect was going to happen when you are an asshole to everyone?" Derrick taunted, spitting a globule of blood at the master's face.

"You will rue the day you decided to turn against me" the old bastard warned.

If looks could kill, Derrick would be a pile of ash. He screamed and stormed out of the holding cell, slamming the door shut. Derrick could hear the man stomping all the way up the stairs.

"You shouldn't have done that" the other vampire said with a sigh.

"What do I care what that moron thinks of me?" Derrick replied.

"He may be childish, but he is cunning. He will find a way to make you talk. He always gets what he wants in the end." The man said.

"Not today. In fact, I daresay that he won't live to see the end of the month" Derrick grinned.

The other man just shook his head, unbelieving of Derricks words. He had seen many in the same position and would likely see many more.

"How can you be so sure? The master is many centuries old. You know how vampires work. The older you are, the more powerful." The vampire outside the cell replied.

"Vive la révolution. Say, you got any blood?" Derrick smiled. The other vampire's eyes widened.

— — —

I was having quite enough of this shit. I had just been thrown into a tree for the umpteenth time. The big green bastard in front of me was still fresh as a daisy (a phrase Jason had used one time) and I was starting to run out of energy. I had not had to exert myself for some time, and it was starting to show. If I made it out of this alive, I was going to have to find a way to get a good workout in. The vampires around me were not strong enough to give me a challenge, so it was hard to find a sparring partner that I would gain anything from.

Looking over at Jason, I saw that he was in much worse shape than me. Both his legs appeared to be broken, and he was struggling to get up. Thankfully, it was nighttime, so he was able to help in this fight. Had been able to help. If it had been day when we started fighting this green guy with too much muscle and plum-colored shorts, we would have been beaten much sooner. I could easily be outside in the day, but my regeneration would be halted.

Note to self: Next time you want to go chasing a random roar in the distance, don't.

I do not know what possessed me to go running off into the wild. The roar was so far away, that if we had not had enhanced hearing, we would not have heard it. We had to go extremely far out of our way to find it, so why did we chase it? I think part of me hoped it had been Sorin, even though I knew what his werewolf howls sounded like. Sorin and I had been fighting together for so long, that it felt almost unnatural to fight without him by my side. Him with his impenetrable armour, taking more hits than should be possible, with me raining death down on our enemies from behind with my magic.

Jason had pulled himself together enough that he was able to stand on one leg, and he had tried to get back into the fight. I knew he was no good right now, so I shook my head at him, which caught the attention of the green bastard in front of me. He looked behind him and grinned when he saw that his opponent was still alive. He was about to charge. Before he could, I dashed forward and landed a solid punch on his chest. Just like before, the muscle and bone underneath the thick skin was destroyed.

Only for the damage to be regenerated almost instantly.

It had been like this for the whole fight. I could tell that with all the damage he had taken, he was slowly getting stronger. Each punch had less and less of an effect. Something had to be done. The thing in front of me regarded me for a moment as we exchanged more blows. I felt like he was playing with me. I was proven correct when he turned away from me and charged towards the limping form of Jason.

"No!" I yelled and dashed forward.

My exhaustion seemed to catch up with me somewhat, as I sprinted towards Jason, I felt myself become more sluggish, and less alert. I was not at my best by any means. I had not been at my best in a long time, certainly not since I'd been in this world. We did not start this fight, and normally I would end it, but against this creature I just didn't have the strength right now.

The thing reached Jason just as I did, and I was able to divert the first punch by breaking its arm with my own strike. I was not however, able to prevent the second punch that came my way. It came crashing into me with the force of a dragon and cracked my spine. I was sent flying through the air, with the green thing chasing after me. At least I had been able to draw its attention from Jason.

When I landed, I was given no respite as the unnatural creature before me landed too. It grabbed me by the foot and lifted me into the air. With my damaged spine, I was unable to defend myself. It began to spin me around. In the air. The world became a total blur as I was spun around by my foot faster and faster. As I thought I was going to start vomiting up the contents of my stomach, my foot was released. He did not just…

"You fucker!" I shouted as I was launched into the distance. My ears were met with a deep, booming laughter.

I kept flying for what felt like forever before I finally felt myself start to fall. The trees below me were blurring past, and eventually, I scraped one of the tops of the pine trees underneath me. I promptly started to tumble end over end as I destroyed many of the green foliage below me. Slamming hard into the ground, I dug a large furrow into the dirt and underbrush of the forest. How hard did that bastard throw me? Fuck. I could not move.

Taking stock of my body, I tried to move each part of myself. I could wiggle my toes a little and move my neck. That was it. The rest of my body was immobile. Not surprising I supposed, since I was thrown who knew how far, and before that my spine had not finished healing. I was going to need blood very soon to facilitate healing my broken body; at least I knew I could survive on the blood of animals. It was not great, but I would live, and I could already feel my bones knitting back together. I would probably have to re break a couple so that I could set them.

Well, nothing to do but wait.

Several hours later, I was trying to move my neck enough so that a spider that had found its way onto my chest would not crawl all over my face. Finally, after an excruciatingly long time, I able to move my arms, and I was able to fling the spider off my head. I did not like spiders all that much and having one crawl on me when I was unable to do anything about it was going to cause a panic attack eventually.

I still could not move my legs unfortunately. The sounds of the forest stilled as I hauled my slightly less broken body across the forest floor after pulling myself out of the furrow I had created from my landing. Throwing myself up against a tree, I waited to see what I could hear. Not much. Just the distant sounds of a river somewhere, and surprisingly the thump-thump of two heartbeats far away. One was much stronger than the other. I doubted that if I wasn't a vampire, a being attuned to the beating of a heart, I wouldn't have been able to hear it.

I sat there and waited some more.

At some point during the last few hours, I had fallen asleep. It was a good thing really, since I was completely exhausted. Sleeping would also help heal my body faster, much like it did for humans. What was not such a good thing was that I was awoken by a wet, slightly rough spongey object dragging itself across my face. What was with things and going for my face when I was incapacitated? Blearily opening my eyes, I was surprised to see a large bear standing in front of me. Why had it licked me instead of just eating me? I must have really been unconscious if its smell or heavy breathing did not wake me up.

"Uhm, hello?" I asked it tentatively. I knew it could not respond, but what else was I supposed to do? I really did not want to fight a bear right now.

My voice startled it, and it jumped back. It gave me a look as if to say, 'why is a corpse making sounds?' A remarkably familiar scent reached my nose just as there was movement from the bears rear end. From between the bears rear legs, stepped a small cub. Fuck. Being around a mother bear and her cub was never a good idea. Taking stock of my body, I realised I had full motion of all my limbs.

I was trying to slowly stand up from my seated position against the tree when the familiar scent made itself known again. Blood. Where was it coming from though? Examining the bear more closely, I noticed a small patch of fur that was matted with somewhat fresh blood. Had this bear been in a fight recently? That just made my situation more dire since an injured mother bear with her cub was even worse. I suspected that the only reason I had not been torn to ribbons yet was the fact that the bear already thought I was dead. Probably hoping to get a meal in.

The bear was likely about to attack when far off rustling in the bushes caught both our attention. I snapped my head to the sound in time to see two humans in earthly coloured clothing. They both held weapons in their hands.

"Well, well, that's where our quarry had run off too. Looks like she's got a youngin there too!" one of them said.

It was not long before they saw me leaning against the tree. Even with the bear warily growling at them. I suspect she would have attacked already if not for her wound.

"Lookie here! We got ourselves some entertainment for later it seems. Surprising though since this place is very remote. There should be no one else out here." the other human said.

"Scum" I replied dryly.

"Seems like she's got some fire. How about you come along with us after we finish off this bear? Can't have witnesses to our somewhat illegal activity" the first one said.

"Not a chance" I declared.

The men were about a dozen meters away from me, a little too far to sprint in my current condition. I knew they would underestimate me, so I skirted around the bear and walked boldly up to them.

"What, you think you can fight us? Look at you! You're half dead!" the second one laughed at me.

I did not give the first one time to respond before I struck at the one who had just spoken. Punching his chest, I heard his ribs crack and the air rush out of his lungs. While he was dazed, I grabbed him by the head and sank my fangs into his neck.

"Wha…?" the first one said in shock.

He recovered quickly and pointed his gun at me. He tried to shoot, but I was crouched in such a way that my entire body was shielded by his companion. The bullet just went right into his friend's shoulder. By now the man had passed out from blood loss, so he did not make a sound. I had recovered some strength as well, so I stopped drinking the man's blood and threw him at the one with the gun.

He clearly was not expecting it and was knocked to the ground from the weight of the body that had been launched at him. With him pinned to the ground, he was unable to stop me from biting his neck too. He screamed loudly as my fangs pierced his skin and blood started to flow freely. I used one hand to hold his chest in place so he could not get up. In no time at all both men were dead.

I was feeling much better after draining the two would-be rapists. Thankfully, the gunshot had scared the bear and her cub away, so I didn't have to deal with that. After looting the two men, I destroyed their cell phones and took anything that looked like it might be valuable. Underneath the woodland attire the two men had, they wore simple jeans and a shirt. I took the black shirt that looked like it would fit me somewhat, and I took the jeans of the slim guy who shot me. The clothes looked freshly cleaned and still smelled like laundry, for which I was happy. They were big on me, but no where near as much as when I wore Sorins shirt to bed. That thing looked like a dress on me.

Deciding to make haste away from here, I quickly left the area so predators would not bother me after they scented the dead bodies. That bear would probably be back at some point. I kept an ear out for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing but the sounds of the forest… except… There. The two heartbeats from before, one being strong and powerful, while the other being subtle, but no less powerful. One of those must be Jason. That sounded like a vampire heartbeat. But who could the other one belong to?

After about an hour of hiking through the dense forest, I came upon a decently sized cabin. The two heartbeats were coming from there. As much as I wanted to run in to see what was going on, I had to be cautious. The sun was starting to set now, so I was able to sneak up to one of the windows without much trouble. Peeking inside, I saw Jason talking to someone, though I could not see their face or anything since they were facing away from me. That was good at least, since it meant that Jason was okay.

Deciding to make myself known, I walked up to the front door and knocked. The door swung open slightly from my knock, so it clearly wasn't locked. The conversation stopped as the unfamiliar person commented:

"That her?"

"Yeah"

"Come in!" he called out.

Doing just that, I entered the modest cabin. It was sparsely decorated, but it still felt lived in. Whoever lived here cared about the place. I made my way over to where I heard the voice come from. I entered the room to see Jason sitting on a couch across from another man. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, with a tinge of green around the edges. He had a narrow face, and his chin came to a nice taper with no cleft in it.

"Welcome to my home. I am Bruce Banner, and I must apologize for attacking you" the man said.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.