"And your dear mother?"

"Haven't seen her."

"What was she planning?"

"What do you mean?"

"What were her plans the last time you saw her?"

"Simply to get back here, so far as I was aware."

"And then why didn't she return?"

"Perhaps she was taken by the elves also."

Snort. "Your mother is far too crafty to have been so easily taken."

Shrug. "I do not know."

"There seems to be a lot you conveniently don't know."

"Comes of being asleep for thousands of years."

Before he can respond, there's a soft knock on the door. "What is it?" he snaps, turning to the exit.

One of the more lowly vampires comes in quietly, and says, "My lord, our new guest has awoken."

Harkon frowns, then turns back to Elana. "Well, daughter mine, it seems our talk must end for now. Go, and see to our newest member."

"Yes, Father."

Back to see Ena.

Who flips from groggy to wide awake and alert when Elana enters, hand hovering near a dagger on her waist. 

"Relax. The transformation will have heightened your senses. Give yourself time to grow used to them."

"This is more than a little freaky," she says, taking a deep breath, "Though this will definitely be useful at night."

"Yes. But there is another side. Come with me." Hopefully Harkon has vacated the cathedral by now.

She follows. When they arrive, the cathedral is empty.

Elana strides to the middle and turns to face Ena.

"This is the power of my family's blood. That of the vampire lord." Her face stretches and deforms, fangs sprouting, Wings burst free of her back as she hunches over, wreathed in darkness. When she straightens, she's taller, grey-skinned, with vicious hooked claws on the ends of her fingers.

"How do I do that? Do I just - concentrate on turning?"

"It lurks within you. Grasp it, and bring it forward."

She focuses, trying to find the power or whatever, and there's something new - 

She frowns, then bursts into her Vampire Lord form.

"Good. In this form, your strength and speed are increased. You also have an increased magicka capacity and certain other powers."

She looks down at her clawed hands. "I can - feel it. What sorts of other powers?"

Does anything become obvious if she - sort of flexes the new sense of herself she has?