shadowkitty
Mistress of Shadows
CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN: THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY...
Dimhollow Crypt was an ancient Nordic ruin; older than any Wyldfyre had seen. It wound its way deeper down into the earth levelling out every now and then with huge burial chambers. Wyldfyre and Aiden encountered the occasional vampire and dealt with them as quickly and quietly as they could. At one stage they came upon a vampire and two of the black dogs. Alive, Wyldfyre could see their eyes glowed red and they moved with an otherworldly grace. Her Were senses were on high alert and she could smell an icy death emanating from the animals. Aiden growled beside her.
“Take them out quickly” she sent to him, aiming her crossbow at the nearest dog as it patrolled the hallway in front of them. She hit it in its side and the dog yelped, alerting the others. But instead of cowering away, the wounded animal turned and raced up the hallway towards the two Weres. Wyldfyre and Aiden both backed up quickly, giving them more room as they unsheathed their swords. The dog took a flying leap at Aiden and he brought his sword down in a wide arc, severing the head, sending splatters of blood everywhere. Aiden was a formidable foe, even with just one eye and Wyldfyre knew she didn’t need to worry about him in a fight. She focused on the vampire as the second dog raced past her to attack her brother. The vampire held back, hurling magical attacks down the hall. One of them hit Wyldfyre and she felt a sudden draining of her energy. Wyldfyre growled and charged down the hall swinging her blade at the vampire who unsheathed a dagger. It was no match for the Harbinger’s sky-forged steal and soon the vampire crumpled to the ground.
They cleaned off their swords and continued on through the ruins until they came to a room that opened out into a massive chamber. They could hear people talking and so crept silently down the stairs to investigate. The cavern had a large structure in the middle, surrounded by water. It was a curious rounded platform and the siblings could see three to four people gathered there. On a level below them was another dead Vigilant.
Wyldfyre tested the expanse by sighting down her crossbow. She focused in on one of the vampires as they stood there arguing with one another.
“Can you make the shot?” Aiden asked her.
“I think I can. I know I will at least be able to wound it.”
“Then you take the shot Sister, or we engage them with swords, it is up to you.” Wyldfyre stopped breathing and stood statue like as she focused on the vampire. Just before she fired she raised her bow ever so slightly, to allow for the fall of the bolt. She released the bolt and it sailed through the air to hit her target squarely in the side of the head. The vampire slumped to the ground. The others unsheathed their weapons and scattered, not knowing exactly where the attack came from.
“Nice!” Aiden said with pride.
“Better than I expected” she flashed a grin at him and together they raced down the stairs and across the bridge to the platform to deal with the others. There were two more vampires and a human. The human looked to be a common bandit, but his eyes were glazed over and he moved mechanically as he ran to attack them. Aiden gritted his teeth, a stony expression on his face.
“I have seen this before. He is enthralled” he grunted as he dodged a swipe from the bandits mace “You will get no mercy from him, take him down” Wyldfyre came in from behind and ran the bandit through before quickly turning to engage the vampires. She expected at least one of them to be an Old One but the two they face looked to be nothing more than common vampires. Still they put up a fight and Wyldfyre and Aiden were both almost drained of their energy before Wyldfyre used her fire shout at the pair. The vampires screamed and tried to run but the siblings cut them down. The last of them slumped to the ground and the two Weres stood there, panting. All was quiet in the great chamber.
“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be” Aiden sheathed his sword, grinning. Wyldfyre shook her head and then remembered something he said earlier.
“That bandit. How did you know he was enthralled?” Aiden’s face grew stony again and he turned and examined a strange pedestal. She watched him as his shoulders slumped ever so slightly.
“Back when I was...captured. I saw some of our people who had disappeared for a time. When they came back they had that same look. Eyes glazed, stoic, like they weren’t even there. The Falmar had thralled them to do their bidding.”
“Were they able to be..un-enthralled?” Wyldfyre asked; her eyes wide. But Aiden sighed.
“No. Please sister, I don’t want to talk about it. This thing moves...” he said then, causing Wyldfyre to look confused. He turned and pointed to the pedestal he had been examining. “It moves, and I suspect the others do as well”. Indeed there were other pedestals placed in a circle around a central one that was slightly different. Wyldfyre approached it and studied it for a while before she reached out to touch the smooth surface of the top dome.
“Do you think that wise?” Aiden asked from behind her. Wyldfyre hesitated, her hand hovering over the dome.
“I feel I should do this. I don’t know why” she said. Aiden frowned but then nodded, indicating her to continue. Wyldfyre placed her hand on the dome and was surprised of the warmth emanating from it. Suddenly a metal spike pierced her hand right through. She yelped in pain but was unable to move. Aiden rushed over to help but was reluctant to move her hand off the dome. Her blood oozed from the wound and painted the dome, dripping to the floor in a seemingly random pattern. Then slowly the spike returned back into the dome and Wyldfyre stagged away, holding her hand. Aiden held on to her as the smaller circular pedestals shuddered and the carved lines at their bases glowed with a purple light. Each line looked like a track of some sort that pointed towards the middle pedestal. Some of the glowing lines were broken though. As Wyldfyre wrapped her hand in a cloth, Aiden frowned in contemplation.
“Do you think we need to move these things?” Wyldfyre stepped around the perimeter. They seemed to be in a random placement at the moment. “What if they need to be in some form of pattern?” Aiden placed his hands on one and moved it forward one notch. As it clicked into place the glowing purple line grew more solid.
“I guess they do. Move the others” he said. They had to work some of the pedestals back and forth until they were in their correct positions, but soon they clicked the last into position.
“Now what....” Wyldfyre began but was interrupted when the floor underneath them shook and moved. “Careful!” she cried and they backed away as the floor sank down. The middle opened out and a large metal box rose up from some hidden room underneath. When it was fully raised, one of its sides fell to the ground with a resounding boom. Inside the box was a young woman dressed in fine clothes. She appeared to be asleep or dead, until she sighed and fell to the floor. Aiden rushed over to help her and brought her into a sitting position. She opened her eyes and he suddenly stepped back.
“By the Maker!” The siblings unsheathed their swords and pointed them at the woman on the floor.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Wyldfyre demanded “Speak Vampire!”
There was silence while the vampire composed herself. Wyldfyre studied her in that short time. She was dressed in fine flowing armour, opened at the neck with a short black hooded cape. Her skin was like snow and her hair black like ebony. Her eyes glowed like a vampires but Wyldfyre felt she was more than just a common vampire. Despite her young appearance, she was definitely an Old One. Powerful and dangerous. She also had an Elder Scroll strapped to her back. The vampire shifted and Aiden placed his sword at her neck.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t run you through, vampire” he said.
“What..?” she shook her head in confusion “Why am I awake? Who are you?” she slid back away from Aiden’s sword and the two siblings looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
“I am Wyldfyre, Harbinger to the Companions, and this is my brother Aiden. Now we’ve introduced ourselves it’s your turn. But I warn you, make one move and I let my brother skewer you”
“He could try” the woman flashed her eyes angrily. “My name is Serana. That’s all you need to know”
“Why do you have an Elder Scroll?”
“It’s mine” she said, slowly getting to her feet. Her nostrils flared at the smell of Wyldfyre’s blood. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a second before she shook her head in frustration.
“The Elder Scrolls belong to no-one” Wyldfyre said.
“How long have I been in here?” Serana frowned, ignoring Wyldfyre’s comment.
“How are we supposed to know that?” Aiden frowned at her “When did you get in there?”
“I didn’t get in; I was put in by my Mother.”
“Why did she do that?”
“That's... complicated.” The vampire hesitated, reluctant to talk “And I'm not totally sure if I can trust you. But if you want to know the whole story, help me get back to my family's home.”
“You want us to escort you..home?” Wyldfyre asked incredulously.
“Where do you need to go?” Aiden asked her then, causing Wyldfyre to cast an angry look in his direction.
“What are you doing?” she sent out.
“I think we need to do this” he sent back. Serana watched the silent exchange between the two and stepped back slightly.
“You’re Werewolves? Both of you” she asked, slightly worried.
“You have a problem with us being Werewolves?” Wyldfyre asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Right” Serana nodded, with a sneer “I’m a vampire, you are Were; kind of puts us on equal footing does it not?”
“No, it doesn’t” Wyldfyre shook her head. “I’m still wondering why I haven’t killed you yet”
“Because you are curious” Serana said then, her smooth voice soothing Wyldfyre to the point where she lowered her sword “You want to know about me, why I was in here and why I have an Elder Scroll” she slowly walked towards Wyldfyre as she spoke in her soothing voice. Wyldfyre’s eyelids grew heavy and she swayed on her feet.
“What in Oblivion are you doing?” Aiden cried out. “Stop it now!” he pointed his sword at the vampire. She turned to Aiden and flashed him a look and he to lowered his sword, powerless against her thrall. She turned back to Wyldfyre and reached out a hand, caressing her face, tracing her tattoo.
“You are quite lovely” she said softly, then took Wyldfyre’s injured, wrapped hand in hers, lifting it to her face, drawing in a long breath and exhaling slowly “And you smell like no other human I have ever had the pleasure of... well, you know what I mean. But right now I need to go home and you are going to take me”.
“Where do you need to go?” Wyldfyre found herself asking, moving closer to the vampire.
“My family used to live on an island to the west of Solitude. I guess they are still there” She blinked and suddenly Wyldfyre felt herself being released from the invisible grip that Serana held over her. But instead of being angry, like she knew she should have been, she was sympathetic.
“Fine then. Any idea on how to get out of here?”
They stumbled out into the snow, the light blinding them temporarily. Serana winced and covered her head with the hood from her cape.
“Brilliant” she wrinkled her nose up as the snow swirled around them. “That great Skyrim weather they always talk about” The two Weres looked at each other, not really affected by the bitingly cold winds. They got their bearings, mapping out a course to Serana’s home in their minds. It would take a week at least to make their way west.
Wyldfyre and Aiden escorted the vampire, keeping to the shadows so the sunlight would not bother her so much. They travelled mostly at night, their Were sight helping them to move quickly through the darkness. They both felt, deep down that what they were doing was wrong, but they could not fight the compulsion to help her. At one stage Wyldfyre woke up to find her hatred of the vampire had returned and she had scrambled to her feet in search of it, dagger in hand. They had made camp for the night, all three of them needing to rest. She had found Serana sitting on a rock, staring out into the Sea of Ghosts with a look of utter despair on her face.
Wyldfyre had approached her cautiously, a wave of sympathy washing over her that she tried to push away, but then it consumed her and she sheathed her dagger and joined the vampire on her rock.
“I find that the ocean is very soothing” she said. “What troubles you Serana?” The vampire looked at her, searching her eyes.
“I... I have not been very kind to you and your brother I’m afraid. I compelled you to take me home. I don’t normally like to do that but I was desperate. I’m sorry”
“I knew you did it. To be honest at first I was angry with you, but now I think this is something I have to do. I have been in a lot of situations where my instincts have been the only thing standing between life and death. I don’t know why, but I feel that somehow, we were meant to meet.”
“I thought only I felt that way. After you woke me up, I was confused but the one thing that was blindingly clear was you.” She shifted on the rock.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just a little weak”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t...you know” Serana said uncomfortably.
“Oh” realisation dawned on Wyldfyre’s face. The vampire hadn’t fed since they had rescued her. The Maker knows how long it had been since she had fed. Wyldfyre frowned.
“Can you make it until we get you home?”
“I...no. I don’t think so. Don’t trouble yourself over it. I will figure something out” They sat in silence for a while before Wyldfyre stood and untied the laces of her tunic top and holding it open at the neck.
“What are you doing?” Serana asked; eyeing the smooth skin Wyldfyre exposed. The woman was beyond beautiful. If Serana had not known any better, she would have sworn that the Were had her in thrall and not the other way around.
“Listen. I’m not going to carry you all the way across Skyrim. This is how we are going to do it. I don’t want to do it but that’s how it is” she stepped closer to the vampire.
“I don’t want to feed from you!” Serana stood angrily then swayed and sat back down heavily. “I.. your blood.. it’s different”
“I know it’s different. Believe me I know. But it’s either me or my brother and there is no way in Oblivion I am letting you near him.”
“You are a very stubborn human” Serana flashed her eyes. Wyldfyre’s eyes flashed back.
“I know. It’s one of my many charms. Now, feed. I won’t make the offer again.” She sat down on the rock next to her and tilted her head, waiting. Wyldfyre’s heart beat in her chest and she swore she and the vampire could hear it. Serana searched her eyes then nodded slowly. She leaned towards Wyldfyre but the Were quickly stopped her.
“Can you at least make it not hurt so much? I’ve been fed on by your kind and it was not pleasant” Serana smiled and touched Wyldfyre’s chin.
“Dear, you know nothing about vampires. It only hurts when we want it to. I can make it feel so much better”
“Oh. All right then. Umm.. carry on” Serana moved in closer, one hand moving slowly over Wyldfyre’s thigh, the other curving around her neck and threading into her red hair. Serana’s eyes grew a dark shade of orange and she licked a patch of skin on Wyldfyre’s neck, causing them both to shiver. The Vampire’s lips moved up to Wyldfyre’s ear and she whispered.
“Just relax. I would never hurt you” before her fangs closed over Wyldfyre’s neck, finding a vein. Wyldfyre gasped with shock then relaxed against the Vampire who held her in a strong grip. Serana suckled at her neck while stroking her thigh. Wyldfyre felt waves of pleasure running through her body as they both became more aroused. They slid to the ground, Serana pressing into Wyldfyre’s body, still clinging to her neck. Her hand delved under the waistband of Wyldfyre’s pants and her fingers found her mound. She worked at it while she continued to suckle at her neck. Wyldfyre was beyond any thoughts now. The combination of the vampire draining her blood and her busy fingers bringing her to the edge then toppling over and she cried out with pleasure.
Dimhollow Crypt was an ancient Nordic ruin; older than any Wyldfyre had seen. It wound its way deeper down into the earth levelling out every now and then with huge burial chambers. Wyldfyre and Aiden encountered the occasional vampire and dealt with them as quickly and quietly as they could. At one stage they came upon a vampire and two of the black dogs. Alive, Wyldfyre could see their eyes glowed red and they moved with an otherworldly grace. Her Were senses were on high alert and she could smell an icy death emanating from the animals. Aiden growled beside her.
“Take them out quickly” she sent to him, aiming her crossbow at the nearest dog as it patrolled the hallway in front of them. She hit it in its side and the dog yelped, alerting the others. But instead of cowering away, the wounded animal turned and raced up the hallway towards the two Weres. Wyldfyre and Aiden both backed up quickly, giving them more room as they unsheathed their swords. The dog took a flying leap at Aiden and he brought his sword down in a wide arc, severing the head, sending splatters of blood everywhere. Aiden was a formidable foe, even with just one eye and Wyldfyre knew she didn’t need to worry about him in a fight. She focused on the vampire as the second dog raced past her to attack her brother. The vampire held back, hurling magical attacks down the hall. One of them hit Wyldfyre and she felt a sudden draining of her energy. Wyldfyre growled and charged down the hall swinging her blade at the vampire who unsheathed a dagger. It was no match for the Harbinger’s sky-forged steal and soon the vampire crumpled to the ground.
They cleaned off their swords and continued on through the ruins until they came to a room that opened out into a massive chamber. They could hear people talking and so crept silently down the stairs to investigate. The cavern had a large structure in the middle, surrounded by water. It was a curious rounded platform and the siblings could see three to four people gathered there. On a level below them was another dead Vigilant.
Wyldfyre tested the expanse by sighting down her crossbow. She focused in on one of the vampires as they stood there arguing with one another.
“Can you make the shot?” Aiden asked her.
“I think I can. I know I will at least be able to wound it.”
“Then you take the shot Sister, or we engage them with swords, it is up to you.” Wyldfyre stopped breathing and stood statue like as she focused on the vampire. Just before she fired she raised her bow ever so slightly, to allow for the fall of the bolt. She released the bolt and it sailed through the air to hit her target squarely in the side of the head. The vampire slumped to the ground. The others unsheathed their weapons and scattered, not knowing exactly where the attack came from.
“Nice!” Aiden said with pride.
“Better than I expected” she flashed a grin at him and together they raced down the stairs and across the bridge to the platform to deal with the others. There were two more vampires and a human. The human looked to be a common bandit, but his eyes were glazed over and he moved mechanically as he ran to attack them. Aiden gritted his teeth, a stony expression on his face.
“I have seen this before. He is enthralled” he grunted as he dodged a swipe from the bandits mace “You will get no mercy from him, take him down” Wyldfyre came in from behind and ran the bandit through before quickly turning to engage the vampires. She expected at least one of them to be an Old One but the two they face looked to be nothing more than common vampires. Still they put up a fight and Wyldfyre and Aiden were both almost drained of their energy before Wyldfyre used her fire shout at the pair. The vampires screamed and tried to run but the siblings cut them down. The last of them slumped to the ground and the two Weres stood there, panting. All was quiet in the great chamber.
“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be” Aiden sheathed his sword, grinning. Wyldfyre shook her head and then remembered something he said earlier.
“That bandit. How did you know he was enthralled?” Aiden’s face grew stony again and he turned and examined a strange pedestal. She watched him as his shoulders slumped ever so slightly.
“Back when I was...captured. I saw some of our people who had disappeared for a time. When they came back they had that same look. Eyes glazed, stoic, like they weren’t even there. The Falmar had thralled them to do their bidding.”
“Were they able to be..un-enthralled?” Wyldfyre asked; her eyes wide. But Aiden sighed.
“No. Please sister, I don’t want to talk about it. This thing moves...” he said then, causing Wyldfyre to look confused. He turned and pointed to the pedestal he had been examining. “It moves, and I suspect the others do as well”. Indeed there were other pedestals placed in a circle around a central one that was slightly different. Wyldfyre approached it and studied it for a while before she reached out to touch the smooth surface of the top dome.
“Do you think that wise?” Aiden asked from behind her. Wyldfyre hesitated, her hand hovering over the dome.
“I feel I should do this. I don’t know why” she said. Aiden frowned but then nodded, indicating her to continue. Wyldfyre placed her hand on the dome and was surprised of the warmth emanating from it. Suddenly a metal spike pierced her hand right through. She yelped in pain but was unable to move. Aiden rushed over to help but was reluctant to move her hand off the dome. Her blood oozed from the wound and painted the dome, dripping to the floor in a seemingly random pattern. Then slowly the spike returned back into the dome and Wyldfyre stagged away, holding her hand. Aiden held on to her as the smaller circular pedestals shuddered and the carved lines at their bases glowed with a purple light. Each line looked like a track of some sort that pointed towards the middle pedestal. Some of the glowing lines were broken though. As Wyldfyre wrapped her hand in a cloth, Aiden frowned in contemplation.
“Do you think we need to move these things?” Wyldfyre stepped around the perimeter. They seemed to be in a random placement at the moment. “What if they need to be in some form of pattern?” Aiden placed his hands on one and moved it forward one notch. As it clicked into place the glowing purple line grew more solid.
“I guess they do. Move the others” he said. They had to work some of the pedestals back and forth until they were in their correct positions, but soon they clicked the last into position.
“Now what....” Wyldfyre began but was interrupted when the floor underneath them shook and moved. “Careful!” she cried and they backed away as the floor sank down. The middle opened out and a large metal box rose up from some hidden room underneath. When it was fully raised, one of its sides fell to the ground with a resounding boom. Inside the box was a young woman dressed in fine clothes. She appeared to be asleep or dead, until she sighed and fell to the floor. Aiden rushed over to help her and brought her into a sitting position. She opened her eyes and he suddenly stepped back.
“By the Maker!” The siblings unsheathed their swords and pointed them at the woman on the floor.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Wyldfyre demanded “Speak Vampire!”
*****
There was silence while the vampire composed herself. Wyldfyre studied her in that short time. She was dressed in fine flowing armour, opened at the neck with a short black hooded cape. Her skin was like snow and her hair black like ebony. Her eyes glowed like a vampires but Wyldfyre felt she was more than just a common vampire. Despite her young appearance, she was definitely an Old One. Powerful and dangerous. She also had an Elder Scroll strapped to her back. The vampire shifted and Aiden placed his sword at her neck.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t run you through, vampire” he said.
“What..?” she shook her head in confusion “Why am I awake? Who are you?” she slid back away from Aiden’s sword and the two siblings looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
“I am Wyldfyre, Harbinger to the Companions, and this is my brother Aiden. Now we’ve introduced ourselves it’s your turn. But I warn you, make one move and I let my brother skewer you”
“He could try” the woman flashed her eyes angrily. “My name is Serana. That’s all you need to know”
“Why do you have an Elder Scroll?”
“It’s mine” she said, slowly getting to her feet. Her nostrils flared at the smell of Wyldfyre’s blood. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a second before she shook her head in frustration.
“The Elder Scrolls belong to no-one” Wyldfyre said.
“How long have I been in here?” Serana frowned, ignoring Wyldfyre’s comment.
“How are we supposed to know that?” Aiden frowned at her “When did you get in there?”
“I didn’t get in; I was put in by my Mother.”
“Why did she do that?”
“That's... complicated.” The vampire hesitated, reluctant to talk “And I'm not totally sure if I can trust you. But if you want to know the whole story, help me get back to my family's home.”
“You want us to escort you..home?” Wyldfyre asked incredulously.
“Where do you need to go?” Aiden asked her then, causing Wyldfyre to cast an angry look in his direction.
“What are you doing?” she sent out.
“I think we need to do this” he sent back. Serana watched the silent exchange between the two and stepped back slightly.
“You’re Werewolves? Both of you” she asked, slightly worried.
“You have a problem with us being Werewolves?” Wyldfyre asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Right” Serana nodded, with a sneer “I’m a vampire, you are Were; kind of puts us on equal footing does it not?”
“No, it doesn’t” Wyldfyre shook her head. “I’m still wondering why I haven’t killed you yet”
“Because you are curious” Serana said then, her smooth voice soothing Wyldfyre to the point where she lowered her sword “You want to know about me, why I was in here and why I have an Elder Scroll” she slowly walked towards Wyldfyre as she spoke in her soothing voice. Wyldfyre’s eyelids grew heavy and she swayed on her feet.
“What in Oblivion are you doing?” Aiden cried out. “Stop it now!” he pointed his sword at the vampire. She turned to Aiden and flashed him a look and he to lowered his sword, powerless against her thrall. She turned back to Wyldfyre and reached out a hand, caressing her face, tracing her tattoo.
“You are quite lovely” she said softly, then took Wyldfyre’s injured, wrapped hand in hers, lifting it to her face, drawing in a long breath and exhaling slowly “And you smell like no other human I have ever had the pleasure of... well, you know what I mean. But right now I need to go home and you are going to take me”.
“Where do you need to go?” Wyldfyre found herself asking, moving closer to the vampire.
“My family used to live on an island to the west of Solitude. I guess they are still there” She blinked and suddenly Wyldfyre felt herself being released from the invisible grip that Serana held over her. But instead of being angry, like she knew she should have been, she was sympathetic.
“Fine then. Any idea on how to get out of here?”
*****
They stumbled out into the snow, the light blinding them temporarily. Serana winced and covered her head with the hood from her cape.
“Brilliant” she wrinkled her nose up as the snow swirled around them. “That great Skyrim weather they always talk about” The two Weres looked at each other, not really affected by the bitingly cold winds. They got their bearings, mapping out a course to Serana’s home in their minds. It would take a week at least to make their way west.
Wyldfyre and Aiden escorted the vampire, keeping to the shadows so the sunlight would not bother her so much. They travelled mostly at night, their Were sight helping them to move quickly through the darkness. They both felt, deep down that what they were doing was wrong, but they could not fight the compulsion to help her. At one stage Wyldfyre woke up to find her hatred of the vampire had returned and she had scrambled to her feet in search of it, dagger in hand. They had made camp for the night, all three of them needing to rest. She had found Serana sitting on a rock, staring out into the Sea of Ghosts with a look of utter despair on her face.
Wyldfyre had approached her cautiously, a wave of sympathy washing over her that she tried to push away, but then it consumed her and she sheathed her dagger and joined the vampire on her rock.
“I find that the ocean is very soothing” she said. “What troubles you Serana?” The vampire looked at her, searching her eyes.
“I... I have not been very kind to you and your brother I’m afraid. I compelled you to take me home. I don’t normally like to do that but I was desperate. I’m sorry”
“I knew you did it. To be honest at first I was angry with you, but now I think this is something I have to do. I have been in a lot of situations where my instincts have been the only thing standing between life and death. I don’t know why, but I feel that somehow, we were meant to meet.”
“I thought only I felt that way. After you woke me up, I was confused but the one thing that was blindingly clear was you.” She shifted on the rock.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just a little weak”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t...you know” Serana said uncomfortably.
“Oh” realisation dawned on Wyldfyre’s face. The vampire hadn’t fed since they had rescued her. The Maker knows how long it had been since she had fed. Wyldfyre frowned.
“Can you make it until we get you home?”
“I...no. I don’t think so. Don’t trouble yourself over it. I will figure something out” They sat in silence for a while before Wyldfyre stood and untied the laces of her tunic top and holding it open at the neck.
“What are you doing?” Serana asked; eyeing the smooth skin Wyldfyre exposed. The woman was beyond beautiful. If Serana had not known any better, she would have sworn that the Were had her in thrall and not the other way around.
“Listen. I’m not going to carry you all the way across Skyrim. This is how we are going to do it. I don’t want to do it but that’s how it is” she stepped closer to the vampire.
“I don’t want to feed from you!” Serana stood angrily then swayed and sat back down heavily. “I.. your blood.. it’s different”
“I know it’s different. Believe me I know. But it’s either me or my brother and there is no way in Oblivion I am letting you near him.”
“You are a very stubborn human” Serana flashed her eyes. Wyldfyre’s eyes flashed back.
“I know. It’s one of my many charms. Now, feed. I won’t make the offer again.” She sat down on the rock next to her and tilted her head, waiting. Wyldfyre’s heart beat in her chest and she swore she and the vampire could hear it. Serana searched her eyes then nodded slowly. She leaned towards Wyldfyre but the Were quickly stopped her.
“Can you at least make it not hurt so much? I’ve been fed on by your kind and it was not pleasant” Serana smiled and touched Wyldfyre’s chin.
“Dear, you know nothing about vampires. It only hurts when we want it to. I can make it feel so much better”
“Oh. All right then. Umm.. carry on” Serana moved in closer, one hand moving slowly over Wyldfyre’s thigh, the other curving around her neck and threading into her red hair. Serana’s eyes grew a dark shade of orange and she licked a patch of skin on Wyldfyre’s neck, causing them both to shiver. The Vampire’s lips moved up to Wyldfyre’s ear and she whispered.
“Just relax. I would never hurt you” before her fangs closed over Wyldfyre’s neck, finding a vein. Wyldfyre gasped with shock then relaxed against the Vampire who held her in a strong grip. Serana suckled at her neck while stroking her thigh. Wyldfyre felt waves of pleasure running through her body as they both became more aroused. They slid to the ground, Serana pressing into Wyldfyre’s body, still clinging to her neck. Her hand delved under the waistband of Wyldfyre’s pants and her fingers found her mound. She worked at it while she continued to suckle at her neck. Wyldfyre was beyond any thoughts now. The combination of the vampire draining her blood and her busy fingers bringing her to the edge then toppling over and she cried out with pleasure.