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"Look, briinah," Odahviing's thundering voice gently pulled Falia from her troubled sleep, "Mu piraak bo, we have arrived, at Castle Volkihar."
Indeed, the dark towers of the vampire's home stood black against the rising sun. Gargoyles stood guard among the towers, hissing and roaring as the pair approached.
"What is your plan, Dovahkiin," the red dragon asked, worry lacing his words, "krosis, but I cannot fit within the miiraad, the front door."
Leaning forward, Falia pointed to a small dock on the southern shore of the island, "Land there! I will go on alone!"
"Are you certain that is wise, briinah?"
"Wise, no," she sighed, "the only way, yes."
"You know this lun will not keep his promise," Odahviing said as he landed with a mighty thud on the shore, "if you go in there, you will surely perish."
Falia slid off the dragon's scales, pausing to wrap her arms around his throat in a hug, "I won't die. I promise, dii zeymah, my brother."
The giant lizard's neon green eyes flashed with affection as he turned to rub his cheek against her torso. He and Falia had been through much together; he had stayed by her side even after Alduin's defeat and had traveled back and forth between Solstheim and Skyrim to battle Miraak. Even if she wasn't off saving the world, she would travel to the Throat of the World to visit him and Paarthurnax and learn the dovah speech. He recalled many evenings where she would fly with him, usually laying on her back between his wing joints and gazing up at the clouds passing by. When she married Marcurio, he had been the first of her friends whom she introduced. Naturally, the man had been terrified of the dragon but he too became important to the red scaled beast.
"Zu'u fen will hi wah daar vaat," he sighed as she stepped away from him, "I will hold you to that promise, dii briinah, my sister."
Nodding, Falia turned to glare up at the intimidating building which loomed before her. With a roar of farewell, Odahviing flapping his wings and once again took to the air.
"Zu'u saraan hin bel, Dovahkiin," he called out as he turned to fly back int the direction of Solitude, "I await your summons, Dragonborn!"
Falia stayed planted in place until she could no longer hear the comforting sound of Odahviing's wings slicing through the wind nor the calming rumble of his roar. Taking a deep breath, she began the long walk up to the front gates.

Marcurio watched the knife with fear as Harkon twirled it between his fingers.
"I was going to wait for the Dragonborn," the vampire lord smirked, gently running his fingers across the Imperial's chest, "but I'm simply dying for a taste."
The vampire hooked the tip of the blade beneath Marcurio's gag, cutting it off in a single swipe and freeing the man's mouth.
"Stay away from me," he snarled, "stupid beast!"
"That's it," Harkon's eyes flashed with hunger as he closed the gap between them, "I want to hear your cries of pain."
Marcurio gasped as Harkon's arm wrapped around his torso, holding him still as the knife was slowly dragged across his chest. Not deep enough to cause any permanent damage, but enough to cause him to hiss in pain as blood trickled down his skin.
"I do hope you'll forgive my crude methods," Harkon smirked, not taking his eyes off the crimson liquid, "being a vampire is such a complicated thing. Can't even scratch someone without turning them into one of the undead."
Marcurio turned his head away in disgust as a tongue flicked out to lap up the blood. Harkon began to moan in pleasure as he began to suck on the cut, swallowing as much of the liquid as he could. Within seconds, the Imperial began to feel light headed. He struggled to keep his head up, trying to focus on anything other than the slurping and the beating of his own heart.
"No," he moaned, lifting his leg in attempts to push the creature of darkness away with his knee, "stop."
"My apologies," Harkon smirked, taking out a small handkerchief as he stepped back to wipe his mouth, "I didn't mean to take so much blood. Yours is truly delectable."
Marcurio said nothing as he glared up at his captor. The blood from his wound had slowed down to a single trickle, which dripped down his chest and coated his left nipple. Without warning, Harkon leaned forward and slowly circled the blood covered area with his tongue. Marcurio flinched, pink dusting his cheeks as the vampire gently sucked on his nipple. He couldn't stop the moan which slipped past his lips.
"How sensitive," Harkon mused as he leaned back, "I must remember that for later."
"Disgusting monster."
"Tell me something, mage," the vampire dabbed at his lips once more, "if that had been your wife-"
"You aren't my wife," Marcurio snapped, "you're not brave, nor are you valiant, and you sure as hell aren't beautiful; a walking goddess!"
"She sounds amazing," Harkon nodded, "I can't wait to meet her."
"And I can't wait to watch her kill you."
The vampire snorted, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket as a gargoyle lumbered into the room.
"What is it," the stone creature gave a few grunts bowing low, "ah, so the Dragonborn has arrived earlier then expected. Very good," the vampire lord turned to smirk in the mage's direction, "she must truly care for you to walk into the arms of death willingly."

Falin stood outside the front gate, arms crossed and foot tapping anxiously.
"I wouldn't be so eager," the gatekeeper chuckled, "not many mortals who venture into those walls come out alive."
Ignoring the man, Falia sighed and glanced down at her sword. The sound of the large door opening, however, caused her to glance up quickly as a Breton vampire woman approached her.
"Dragonborn," she giggled, giving a mock bow, "we weren't expecting you for another day or two. I am Modhna-"
"I couldn't give a skeever's left ass cheek who you were," the Imperial snarled, the undeniable sound of a Thu'um resonating within her throat, "where is my husband."
Slightly taken aback by the woman's comment, Modhna gave an awkward smile and motioned to the guard to open the gate. Falia refused to take her eyes off the vampire, even as the iron bars were slowly lifted to grant her access.
"After you, Lady Dragonborn."
"You first, heathen," the woman snarled, hand slowly moving to rest on the hilt of her blade, "just know, if I am walking into a trap, you will be the first to die."
Giving a small gulp, Modhna proceeded to lead the way into the castle as the iron gates slammed shut behind them. Falia stayed close to the vampire, ready to strike should she be jumped. Upon entering the great hall, she noticed that all vampires seemed to be present. She quickly checked the identities of the two cattle strapped to the tables, giving a soft sigh of relief when she didn't recognize either of them.
"And so the mighty Dragonborn arrives," she glanced up to see Harkon standing on his balcony, just as he had been when she returned his daughter Serana, "gracing us lowly creatures with her presence once more."
Falia scowled as Modhna quickly walked away from her to take her seat, "Where is my husband?"
"It seems like only yesterday you brought my traitorous daughter home and I offered you that magnificent gift...a gift you refused. I warned you, didn't I, that the next time you come here you would not be welcome."
"Enough with your useless prattle," the Imperial snapped, drawing her blade, "I came for my husband and I do not plan on leaving without him!"
"As I explained in my letter, I require information from you-"
"Do you truly think me a fool to believe that load of garbage," the vampire's glanced between one another nervously as the Imperial's throat seemed to rumble with her Thu'um, "I know once you get your information, you'll just kill me anyways."
"Come now, Dragonborn," Harkon pleaded, "if it wasn't for Isran's carelessness, that boy would still be alive! Don't you want him to suffer?"
"While it is true that I cannot stand Isran," Falin scowled, "I cannot blame him for Agmaer's death. That was entirely YOUR fault!"
"Watch your tone, mortal," the vampire hissed, "I will not be spoken to that way in my own house."
"No wonder Serana left."
"Do not speak that traitor's name here!"
Tired of playing to the vampire's game, Falin growled once more, "Where. Is. Marcurio?"
"He's safe, for now. But whether he stays that way is up to you, Dragonborn. Give me the information I desire."
"I'm not giving you anything until I see my husband."
"But of course," Harkon motioned to someone standing behind him, "I would expect nothing less of you."
The pair stood silently for a few moments before the enraged grunts of an Imperial mage reached her ears.
"Get your claws off me you overgrown garden gnome!"
Falin breathed a sigh of relief as her husband was dragged into view by a gargoyle, "Marcurio!"
"Falin," he glanced down at her, smiling slightly, "about time you showed up. What kept you?"
"I'm a little disappointed you were captured so easily, darling," she smirked up at him, giggling when he scowled, "losing your edge, are you?"
"Can you make fun after you rescue me?"
As Falin went to nod, she noticed a long scratch on his bare chest, blood crusted around the wound.
"Harkon," she roared, rattling the beautiful chandelier overhead, "what have you done to him?"
"This little scratch," the vampire lord shrugged, feigning innocence, "I couldn't deny myself a little taste. I promise you it was made with a knife."
"You have harmed my most treasured possession," she spoke in a soft snarl, causing all the vampire to lean forward in attempts to hear her, "Harkon," the black haired vampire jumped in surprise as she snapped her head up to glare in his direction, her eyes flashing with the fires of hell, "this will be the LAST day you ever see!"
MUL QAH DIIV

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"Look, briinah," Odahviing's thundering voice gently pulled Falia from her troubled sleep, "Mu piraak bo, we have arrived, at Castle Volkihar."
Indeed, the dark towers of the vampire's home stood black against the rising sun. Gargoyles stood guard among the towers, hissing and roaring as the pair approached.
"What is your plan, Dovahkiin," the red dragon asked, worry lacing his words, "krosis, but I cannot fit within the miiraad, the front door."
Leaning forward, Falia pointed to a small dock on the southern shore of the island, "Land there! I will go on alone!"
"Are you certain that is wise, briinah?"
"Wise, no," she sighed, "the only way, yes."
"You know this lun will not keep his promise," Odahviing said as he landed with a mighty thud on the shore, "if you go in there, you will surely perish."
Falia slid off the dragon's scales, pausing to wrap her arms around his throat in a hug, "I won't die. I promise, dii zeymah, my brother."
The giant lizard's neon green eyes flashed with affection as he turned to rub his cheek against her torso. He and Falia had been through much together; he had stayed by her side even after Alduin's defeat and had traveled back and forth between Solstheim and Skyrim to battle Miraak. Even if she wasn't off saving the world, she would travel to the Throat of the World to visit him and Paarthurnax and learn the dovah speech. He recalled many evenings where she would fly with him, usually laying on her back between his wing joints and gazing up at the clouds passing by. When she married Marcurio, he had been the first of her friends whom she introduced. Naturally, the man had been terrified of the dragon but he too became important to the red scaled beast.
"Zu'u fen will hi wah daar vaat," he sighed as she stepped away from him, "I will hold you to that promise, dii briinah, my sister."
Nodding, Falia turned to glare up at the intimidating building which loomed before her. With a roar of farewell, Odahviing flapping his wings and once again took to the air.
"Zu'u saraan hin bel, Dovahkiin," he called out as he turned to fly back int the direction of Solitude, "I await your summons, Dragonborn!"
Falia stayed planted in place until she could no longer hear the comforting sound of Odahviing's wings slicing through the wind nor the calming rumble of his roar. Taking a deep breath, she began the long walk up to the front gates.

Marcurio watched the knife with fear as Harkon twirled it between his fingers.
"I was going to wait for the Dragonborn," the vampire lord smirked, gently running his fingers across the Imperial's chest, "but I'm simply dying for a taste."
The vampire hooked the tip of the blade beneath Marcurio's gag, cutting it off in a single swipe and freeing the man's mouth.
"Stay away from me," he snarled, "stupid beast!"
"That's it," Harkon's eyes flashed with hunger as he closed the gap between them, "I want to hear your cries of pain."
Marcurio gasped as Harkon's arm wrapped around his torso, holding him still as the knife was slowly dragged across his chest. Not deep enough to cause any permanent damage, but enough to cause him to hiss in pain as blood trickled down his skin.
"I do hope you'll forgive my crude methods," Harkon smirked, not taking his eyes off the crimson liquid, "being a vampire is such a complicated thing. Can't even scratch someone without turning them into one of the undead."
Marcurio turned his head away in disgust as a tongue flicked out to lap up the blood. Harkon began to moan in pleasure as he began to suck on the cut, swallowing as much of the liquid as he could. Within seconds, the Imperial began to feel light headed. He struggled to keep his head up, trying to focus on anything other than the slurping and the beating of his own heart.
"No," he moaned, lifting his leg in attempts to push the creature of darkness away with his knee, "stop."
"My apologies," Harkon smirked, taking out a small handkerchief as he stepped back to wipe his mouth, "I didn't mean to take so much blood. Yours is truly delectable."
Marcurio said nothing as he glared up at his captor. The blood from his wound had slowed down to a single trickle, which dripped down his chest and coated his left nipple. Without warning, Harkon leaned forward and slowly circled the blood covered area with his tongue. Marcurio flinched, pink dusting his cheeks as the vampire gently sucked on his nipple. He couldn't stop the moan which slipped past his lips.
"How sensitive," Harkon mused as he leaned back, "I must remember that for later."
"Disgusting monster."
"Tell me something, mage," the vampire dabbed at his lips once more, "if that had been your wife-"
"You aren't my wife," Marcurio snapped, "you're not brave, nor are you valiant, and you sure as hell aren't beautiful; a walking goddess!"
"She sounds amazing," Harkon nodded, "I can't wait to meet her."
"And I can't wait to watch her kill you."
The vampire snorted, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket as a gargoyle lumbered into the room.
"What is it," the stone creature gave a few grunts bowing low, "ah, so the Dragonborn has arrived earlier then expected. Very good," the vampire lord turned to smirk in the mage's direction, "she must truly care for you to walk into the arms of death willingly."

Falin stood outside the front gate, arms crossed and foot tapping anxiously.
"I wouldn't be so eager," the gatekeeper chuckled, "not many mortals who venture into those walls come out alive."
Ignoring the man, Falia sighed and glanced down at her sword. The sound of the large door opening, however, caused her to glance up quickly as a Breton vampire woman approached her.
"Dragonborn," she giggled, giving a mock bow, "we weren't expecting you for another day or two. I am Modhna-"
"I couldn't give a skeever's left ass cheek who you were," the Imperial snarled, the undeniable sound of a Thu'um resonating within her throat, "where is my husband."
Slightly taken aback by the woman's comment, Modhna gave an awkward smile and motioned to the guard to open the gate. Falia refused to take her eyes off the vampire, even as the iron bars were slowly lifted to grant her access.
"After you, Lady Dragonborn."
"You first, heathen," the woman snarled, hand slowly moving to rest on the hilt of her blade, "just know, if I am walking into a trap, you will be the first to die."
Giving a small gulp, Modhna proceeded to lead the way into the castle as the iron gates slammed shut behind them. Falia stayed close to the vampire, ready to strike should she be jumped. Upon entering the great hall, she noticed that all vampires seemed to be present. She quickly checked the identities of the two cattle strapped to the tables, giving a soft sigh of relief when she didn't recognize either of them.
"And so the mighty Dragonborn arrives," she glanced up to see Harkon standing on his balcony, just as he had been when she returned his daughter Serana, "gracing us lowly creatures with her presence once more."
Falia scowled as Modhna quickly walked away from her to take her seat, "Where is my husband?"
"It seems like only yesterday you brought my traitorous daughter home and I offered you that magnificent gift...a gift you refused. I warned you, didn't I, that the next time you come here you would not be welcome."
"Enough with your useless prattle," the Imperial snapped, drawing her blade, "I came for my husband and I do not plan on leaving without him!"
"As I explained in my letter, I require information from you-"
"Do you truly think me a fool to believe that load of garbage," the vampire's glanced between one another nervously as the Imperial's throat seemed to rumble with her Thu'um, "I know once you get your information, you'll just kill me anyways."
"Come now, Dragonborn," Harkon pleaded, "if it wasn't for Isran's carelessness, that boy would still be alive! Don't you want him to suffer?"
"While it is true that I cannot stand Isran," Falin scowled, "I cannot blame him for Agmaer's death. That was entirely YOUR fault!"
"Watch your tone, mortal," the vampire hissed, "I will not be spoken to that way in my own house."
"No wonder Serana left."
"Do not speak that traitor's name here!"
Tired of playing to the vampire's game, Falin growled once more, "Where. Is. Marcurio?"
"He's safe, for now. But whether he stays that way is up to you, Dragonborn. Give me the information I desire."
"I'm not giving you anything until I see my husband."
"But of course," Harkon motioned to someone standing behind him, "I would expect nothing less of you."
The pair stood silently for a few moments before the enraged grunts of an Imperial mage reached her ears.
"Get your claws off me you overgrown garden gnome!"
Falin breathed a sigh of relief as her husband was dragged into view by a gargoyle, "Marcurio!"
"Falin," he glanced down at her, smiling slightly, "about time you showed up. What kept you?"
"I'm a little disappointed you were captured so easily, darling," she smirked up at him, giggling when he scowled, "losing your edge, are you?"
"Can you make fun after you rescue me?"
As Falin went to nod, she noticed a long scratch on his bare chest, blood crusted around the wound.
"Harkon," she roared, rattling the beautiful chandelier overhead, "what have you done to him?"
"This little scratch," the vampire lord shrugged, feigning innocence, "I couldn't deny myself a little taste. I promise you it was made with a knife."
"You have harmed my most treasured possession," she spoke in a soft snarl, causing all the vampire to lean forward in attempts to hear her, "Harkon," the black haired vampire jumped in surprise as she snapped her head up to glare in his direction, her eyes flashing with the fires of hell, "this will be the LAST day you ever see!"
MUL QAH DIIV