Lady Verain walked silently along the path leading into Whiterun, she saw scattered corpses here and there and could tell that the rest of the clan an it's minions had already got to work. As she walked calmly towards the screams of the dying and ring of weapons several civilians darted past her. She saw one a middle aged man, she smiled under her vale and flicked her right hand in his general direction. The man's faced locked into a grimace as his life blood was drawn from him, a moment later he fell to the ground dead. Lady Verain laughed the other terrified civilians darted past her trying not to meet her gaze.

Fools, what stupid little fools these mortals were... they were the perfect little playthings, even the Companions. She'd watched their charge, the beasts had surged forward to try and save what little the Vampires had left. Oh well, for all she cared ever last one of the other Vampires could die, she only had one purpose being here.

As she entered Whiterun proper she drew her rapier from where it was sheathed on her right hip. The weapon was lightweight and elegantly wrought the perfect representation of its mistress. She continued to walk towards her intended target the Hall of the Dead, nobody tried to stop her, not even the soldiers they were far to busy. A shame she thought, she could've done with some fresh blood after such a long trip. She did always find the blood of warriors slain in combat to be like sweet nectar, but she knew it was a rarity to be savoured and enjoyed rarely. To do otherwise would put her in harms way and she'd be killed like any of the many ferals she could hear dying in the lower districts.

As she approached the door to the temple of the dead she paused, turned and there was a single warrior. He looked like a companion large, strong and wielding a waraxe whilst wearing nothing more than a bearskin. She smiled, he just roared and barrelled towards her. As he drew close Lady Verain nimbly side stepped his attack and delivered a single cut across his left wrist. He turned around blood oozing from the wound her rapier had inflicted. He attacked again this time bring his axe down from above his head, this attack she dodged also but this time she plunged her weapon deep into the warriors heart. He froze as his strength left him his weapon fell to the ground useless. She smiled as she looked down at him, the last of his life seeping from him. She drew the sword from his heart slowly... the blood ran down the blade as she brought it up to her lips. She licked some blood from the blade, the taste was exhilarating, her senses seemed to sing as she tasted the still warm lifeblood. Then she turned and walked back towards the Hall of the Dead.