Well...this is it everyone. The last chapter of a fic that I never originally planned to be over 50 chapters long xD It's been a great rollercoaster though, so I would like to take the opportunity to thank every single person who has read this story, whether it was a single chapter or reading it the whole way through :D

It has meant so much to me for getting such a wonderful response from you all, it's because of YOU that this story has developed and grown into a story that has destroyed my fingers...I mean a story that has dozens of cliffhangers...

Okay, that was all my fault with the cliffhangers xD

Anyway, THANK YOU so much! A big thanks to those that have been reviewing all the way through (you know who you are :D), and to redchillismoke, for giving me a cool nickname and for being a great friend, supporting me when I really needed it :D

So, here it is, hope you enjoy it!

PS: Lots of action/gore/angst in this chapter...and of course humour xD

Harkon snarled in anger as yet another attack failed, this time his blade being deflected off the Dragonborns before her blade suddenly changed direction, the tip of her lethal weapon grazing the front of his light armour. He began to circle her again, wondering why his taunt hadn't made a difference in her fighting style. Normally when in shock, an opponent would not be able to fight as effectively, doubt and uncertainty overriding the rest of the emotions.

In Morgans case, the taunt of her mother seemingly angered her to a new level, her attacks missing him by a mere hairs width. He narrowed his eyes.

In fact, he did know all about her mother. She was very difficult to track and even more difficult to keep up with. He had found out that the Thalmor had been searching for her for quite some time…and they had also been looking for her daughter. Apparently, she had killed two high ranking officers in her home town of Bruma, and since then, she had been a wanted person.

He ducked a nasty attack once more, kicking her in the ribs as to give him some time.

He had tried to send an anonymous letter to the Thalmor ambassador, but she had been killed in Solitude before she could read his offer. She had died at the hands of the naïve Solitude Jarl and of course, Morgan had been involved heavily in the deed. Lord Harkon hated being disappointed but he wouldn't give up…after all, he had sent another letter to Windhelm and the Jarl of Eastmarch, Ulfric Stormcloak.

He had nothing good to say about the Jarl, although had admired the way he had walked into the Kings hallway and took his life before leaving…

"ARGH!" he yelled as Morgans blade left a deep cut on his cheek.

Morgan smirked as she twirled her blade and adjusted herself again. She watched as the cut began to heal over, thanks to the regenerative abilities of a vampire and she raised an eyebrow as he met her gaze.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"You will pay for that you insolent little half blood!" Harkon roared as he leapt forwards…

To receive a thunderous kick that smashed into the side of his face with enough force to shatter a few teeth and send him spinning away from Morgan and into a wall. He staggered to his feet and hissed angrily at her before throwing his blade away and channelling his magic to transform. He was sure that she wouldn't be able to match him in his true form.

Morgan backed off slightly as Harkon emerged from the cloud of black smoke. She knew he would be much more dangerous now that he had changed over. But he was still overconfident and she would merely bide her time, attacking him when the opportunity arose.

"You fight well, I have to admit. Although it makes no difference," Harkon hissed as he advanced, sending a draining spell at Morgan, who blocked it with a Ward spell. "You will never be a match for me."

Morgan knew he had a point. The longer she held her Ward in place, the more magicka she lost. And if she dropped the Ward, she would be hit by the draining spell, leaving her even more vulnerable.

"Why is that? I am not the one who has now got half their teeth left," Morgan snarled back as she forced more magicka into her Ward.

"It makes no difference because even though you foiled so many of my plans, even you cannot save the life of your bitch mother, who is now being hunted by the Stormcloak cattle," he laughed as he walked forwards.

Morgan felt her magic waver at his words, and that was all the time that Harkon needed. He rushed forwards and stepped through her weak ward and gripped her by the throat before lifting her into the air. She attempted a swing at his head with her blade, but Harkon was ready for the attempt, grabbing her wrist and twisting it so that Morgan was forced to drop it.

She felt herself being slammed into a wall and then she screamed in pain as his claw tipped wings dug into her shoulders, pinning her in place. She glared at the amused vampiric face of Lord Harkon as he leaned closer so that she could smell his rancid breath on her face.

"Pathetic. You call yourself a hero when you cannot even put up a good fight," Harkon chuckled wickedly.

"What did you say, you ugly fuck?" Morgan gasped as she tried to free her other arm from Harkons steely grip.

"About your mother? Ah yes. She is now a wanted person. Even now, thanks to the foolishness of the Jarl of Windhelm, everyone in Skyrim will be looking for her. With a twenty thousand septim bounty placed on her head, I am sure that many would turn her in the moment she lets her guard down…"

"I'm going to fucking KILL YOU!" Morgan roared, the room shaking from her Voice.

Harkon laughed…until he was suddenly blasted away from his captive and sent crashing to the far wall once again. He easily regained his footing and stood up, looking at where Morgan had been, only seeing a massive black cloud of smoke where she stood. His senses detected nothing, and he frowned as he sent a few draining spells into the smoke.

And was hit by a colossal blast of frost that slammed him into the wall again. He roared his displeasure and ran towards the smoke, eager to grip the little woman's neck and breaking it the second he got….

Serana had been too busy fighting off the dozens of skeletons and gargoyles that had been attacking her and her mother to see how Morgan was faring. At the moment though, they were holding their ground, despite the doors now being locked by an unseen force. Valerica had tried a few times to get through the shimmering purple barrier that coated the doors, but had been unsuccessful every time.

"Serana, reanimate as many as you can!" Valerica ordered in slight panic.

Serana refocused her efforts and did as she was asked, a few fallen skeletons rising upwards as a result of her magic before attacking the other skeletons. She nodded to her mother…and then stared as Valerica was grasped from behind by a gargoyle and lifted into the air.

"MOTHER!" Serana yelled as she attempted the run through the mass of skeletons that separated the two of them.

"I love you my daughter," Valerica whispered.

Then she was torn in half by the gargoyle, which roared in victory as it dropped the two halves of her body, just as two fireballs slammed into the creature and shattering it into pieces.

Serana fell to her knees and crawled through the mass of bone-legs to reach her mothers top half and gently held her in her arms as Valerica spat blood put of her mouth to speak softly to her daughter.

"Serana….I don't have much time. I'm sorry. For everything. I should have been a better mother to you…" Valerica whispered as she began to fall to ashes in Serana's arms.

"No….don't say that! I thought we could talk…maybe be a family again!" Serana cried as she tried to hold onto her mother.

"You will always be a part of me," Valerica sighed gently, her hand caressing Serana's face. "Besides…you have someone else to look after…you…."

"MOTHER!" Serana screamed as she watched her mother disintegrate into a pile of red ashes that covered her knees.

"I love you Serana," was the last thing that Serana heard from her mother, and she simply sat there in a daze while the rest of the skeletons continued to attack each other, the female pure blooded vampire forgotten for the moment.

Harkon gasped as a thing gripped his throat and lifted him high into the air. He grabbed the cold appendage with both hands and tried to prise them apart, only for it to squeeze his neck even harder. He then tried to impale his unseen attacker with his wings…only for something else to impale his wings and rendering him immobile.

And then he looked down to see a thick, muscled grey arm emerge from the smoke, and a Volkihar vampire to emerge, its fangs bared in what looked like an angry grimace. And then he realised who it was.

"You…."

Morgan laughed as she easily held him aloft, her blood pounding through her body as she swung him around, smashing him into walls with every swing. Each swing created more lacerations on Harkon's body, his regeneration abilities nowhere near enough to match the damage being caused. She then slammed him into the ground and straddled his stomach, her wings impaling his wings even more.

Harkon screamed in agony, and Morgan smirked as she then grabbed one of his arms and looked at him.

"This is for the people of Skyrim," she hissed…and snapped his arm at the elbow as though it were made of parchment.

Harkon's scream reached a high pitch, but Morgan wasn't finished. She then grasped his other arm, using her free hand to cup his chin so that he would meet her gaze.

"This is for Serana."

CRACK!

Harkon could feel his strength failing, and he could do nothing to prevent the change back into his human form. Now that Morgan had an even bigger height and weight advantage, not to mention the fact he no longer had wings to attack with, she removed her wings from their previous position…only to impale his neck at each side, torrents of blood spurting from the wounds inflicted.

"And this is for me," Morgan whispered savagely.

Yes. Do it my child. End his life.

Morgan hesitated, not recognising the cold voice that filled her mind.

Why are you afraid? Do not fear me, nor your power Morgan Aurelius. KILL HIM.

"Who are you?" Morgan uttered quietly.

You know deep down, who I am. Kill him my child. Send his soul to the Prince who has been waiting so long for this moment to come.

"Sithis," Morgan whispered. And then she smiled. "As you command My Lord."

Yes Morgan. You know who I am and you also know you should never fear me unless you displease me. And you have not done this. Kill him. NOW!

Morgan looked down at Harkons face, which was now terrified beyond belief. She couldn't resist looking down and licking the blood oozing from his neck and smirking at him.

"You taste fucking awful," she grinned.

Then she exerted her full strength, her hands and wings wrapping around his throat before pulling in two opposite directions.

Serana looked up as the skeletons that had been on her fathers side suddenly fell to the ground. She realised that their magical link to their caster had been severed, and that could only mean….

She looked up in time to see Lord Harkon's head being torn off his body by Morgan in her full Vampire Lord form as she pinned him down. She gaped as Morgan roared at the red pile of ashes that appeared under her, leaving only a pile of ashes and the clothes that Harkon had been wearing. Serana felt another invisible hit to her stomach and she lay down on the ground as she felt the tears begin to fall.

First her mother had died protecting her. And then her father had joined her soon afterwards. She felt numb at the loss of both, although it was mainly her mother that had her feeling so bad. Her father had lost his mind, and while he had been her father, he showed that he was no longer the man that had sworn to take care of her all those years ago.

Her mother was another matter. Valerica had locked her away without telling her why she had done so, but she had at least tried to rebuild a bond between herself and her daughter even after what she had done. Serana wailed as the thought of never being able to see her mother again was fully realised. And then she felt two soft arms encircle her waist and before she knew it, she was lying on Morgan's lap, her body held in her arms.

Morgan felt her heart wrench at the look that Serana gave her. She was broken. She wrapped her arms round her a little tighter and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips before leaving her room to speak.

"I failed her," Serana muttered after a moment of silence. "She died because I wasn't fast enough."

"No," Morgan soothed as she brushed Serana's hair away from her face, not looking at the doors which swung open to admit Aela, Jordis, Lydia and the rest of her companions. They all stood back as Morgan continued to speak quietly.

"No, you did more than that. You gave Valerica the chance to love again. To love the daughter she thought that she had lost."

"Why does it feel like I lost then?" Serana replied sadly.

"You didn't lose Serana. You gained something important. Important enough for your mother to reconnect with her daughter, knowing that she may not have another chance," Morgan replied softly.

Serana didn't say anything for a moment, watching as a single tear fell from Morgan's left eye before it dripped onto her face. She closed her eyes before opening them again.

"Thank you Morgan. You're right. It's just…It's just going to take some time," Serana sighed as she ran her hand along Morgan's bruised neck. "And that leads me onto something else I need to ask you."

"What's that?" Morgan asked as she picked Serana up and steadied her on her feet.

Serana kissed her full on the mouth, savouring the feel of Morgan's lips on hers. She broke the kiss after a long exchange and closed her eyes again, smiling a little.

"You are a great kisser…Oh yes…. I…I want to ask you for a big favour."

"Name it."

"It's hard for me to say this Morgan but….I need some time to get over this," Serana said before adding in hesitation, "Alone."

Morgan had anticipated this and she didn't blame her for asking. After all, she had suffered loss herself. That didn't stop her from shaking her head though. Serana gently wrapped her arms round her and pulled her close, their bodies joining together as though they were destined for each other.

"I've never asked you for anything have I? I know it's hard Morgan but…I just need time to get over this. You know that I would be a burden to you while I have my mind elsewhere."

"I…I know." Morgan muttered as the tears fell faster.

"I'm sorry! I just….Skyrim still needs you Morgan and I would get in your way…I am not dumping you, so get that into your thick head," Serana added, getting a snort of amusement from Morgan, "You are too sexy for anyone else to have but me. But people still need you, now more than ever."

"And I need you."

Serana smiled.

"I will be in touch Morgan. You know where I am should you need a chat. But I need to stay here and get the idiots down in the dungeons straight on a few things. Is that alright?"

Morgan took a shuddering breath before nodding.

Serana smiled at her again and pulled Morgan's head down to kiss her again.

"Morgan? Are you alright?"

Morgan nodded as she patted Brelyna's forearm in thanks. The mage had been staying with the soldiers that had been injured when they stormed the castle interior, healing them as much as she could. Some of the soldiers had flinched when the vampire began to use magic on them, but after seeing her heal her first soldier, the rest had realised she had been helping them and not trying to trick them in some way.

"I'm fine…jjust tired," Morgan answered.

"I have this for you," Lydia piped up, handing a small piece of parchment over to Morgan.

Morgan took the letter, avoiding too much movement as it would capsize the boat, and opened it, wondering what it said. And then she felt her mouth drop at the words.

My dearest daughter,

I hope that my letter finds you as soon as possible. I have little time, as I am being hunted everywhere in this frozen wasteland. But know this. I am safe and well hidden my daughter. They will never find me as I have been assisted by someone who only referred to herself as a 'Child of Sithis'

She was of the Dark Brotherhood, but sometimes, better to know the devil than to try and hide from him. You know of this phrase, as I used to tell it to you every time you wanted to spill Thalmor blood. But I digress my daughter.

I needed to tell you how proud I am of you. You are a heroine to many in Skyrim, and even beyond. Dragons are being sighted all across Tamriel and now many are looking at Skyrim, where tales of a woman with the soul of a dragon journeyed the land to aid those in need. You are everything that a mother could want Morgan.

The only thing I want more of you now is for you to stay safe. I have nothing bad to say about your new 'condition' may I add. I knew a few vampires myself, and not all of them are mindless killers that many believe them to be. Just like the woman who has apparently captured your heart. Take care of her and yourself Morgan.

I will be in touch soon…maybe get your own place so that you can invite your mother hm?

I love you Morgan Aurelius, I hope to see you soon.

Morgan smiled as she read the letter. She felt better knowing that her mother was safe and well for the time being, and was still able to crack a joke or two even under such duress. She had to wonder at what her mother meant at the end though. Was that a joke as well? Or was she serious?

"There was a little piece of news at Dawnstar," Jordis said as Morgan passed the note for the others to read.

"What's that?" Morgan asked.

"The Jarl, Brina Merilis, has been putting around a bounty for a giant to be killed near the town. Apparently, it has been preventing travel down the main road leading to Dawnstar. The reward is a plot of land to build on," Jordis explained.

Morgan looked back at Castle Volkihar, which was quickly disappearing in the sea mist. She smiled, hoping that Serana was watching her leave, before looking back at Jordis to give her a grateful smile.

"Thanks Jordis. I might go to Dawnstar after we get back to Solitude," she said brightly.

"I'll help," Lydia offered with a grin, "I know that you are hopeless at making anything that isn't a sword or armour."

"I will too," Jordis said, beaming at her.

"We have to go back to Whiterun and explain to Kodlak what has been going on. But we can help out if you need us," Aela winked at her.

"I need to return to the College and Onmund, "Brelyna said with a shy smile, "But we can help if you need us."

"Thank you. All of you." Morgan said softly.

The occupants of the small boat smiled at each other while Morgan looked behind her again. Even from this distance, she could see the outline of a figure standing at the top of the battlements.

"I love you," Morgan said, letting her thu'um out a little so that the figure at the Castle would hear her.

"I love you too," Serana smiled as she watched the boats vanish from view completely.

She took a deep breath and turned to Vingalmo, who was standing beside her silently.

"You have no objections to me being leader of Clan Volkihar?" she asked softly.

"None, My Lady," Vingalmo replied, "And thank you for your mercy."

"It's Morgan you should thank," Serana replied, before changing topic. "We have a lot to do then. We need to find a way of keeping cattle to feed upon. No innocents or random adventurers. Take criminals and people of that nature. People that will not be missed. I have a good friend who can help us."

"Yes, My Lady. Is there anything else?"

"Clear that rubble blocking the hall from the courtyard garden. And then build two graves for my parents in one corner. I will assist in everything as well," Serana ordered with a small smile.

Vingalmo nodded and walked away after Serana nodded for him to leave. She looked back across the mist-covered sea and smiled.

"I will see you again Morgan Aurelius. And for fuck's sake, try and stay out of trouble."

Her laughter echoed across the water, and Morgan grinned as she heard it.

Maybe everything would be alright after all…

AN: Thanks so much once again!

Bonus points for those that spotted the small hint there near the end, as well as who was watching Morgan fighting while Serana grieved...:P

The sequel is coming...

Godnamet, Daedric Prince of Evil Cliffhangers and Being a Teasing... xD