"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?

A fluttery sense of motion- and suddenly she's standing fifteen feet away.

Woah. 

Again, trying to control it - can she return to where she started?

Yes. Paying attention, she'll notice during the brief transition a sense of splitting, dividing herself into dozens of smaller fragments.

She lands, then tries to search herself - is there anything else intuitive like that?

Nothing leaps out at her.

Breath. "Well. That's something. Any other interesting powers?"

"Many. As you grow into this power, you will discover them."

Well that's helpful.

Okay, so what she can do now... Is basically more magic and the movement thing. Which is going to be useful for dodging attacks, maybe for repositioning and fleeing, especially if it's subtle enough - and if she can go through holes her full self wouldn't be able to fit through.

"I'm going to practice a bit more," she says, "I wouldn't mind sparring lightly some if you want to stick around, but I can also train on my own."

"I could use the exercise."

"Alright. Any particular rules?"

"If somehow you do get an opening to tear out my throat, refrain from taking it."