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Two � Reach for the
Quiet

Lucien told me to behave until he came to see me again, and
kissed me.� He kissed Ocheeva on the tip
of her snout and Vicente on the cheek.
And then he left me there.
Left behind, again.� Perhaps it was punishment for all the times I
had been the one who rode away and left someone to wait for me.
Vicente saw the new wave of sorrow threatening, and quickly
offered a hand to pull me to my feet.� �Greetings,
Sister,� he said warmly.� �I am honored
to welcome you to our Family.� You have
not been left among strangers.�� He
understood.� I squeezed his hand,
grateful.
Good with the temperamental ones, she�d said.
�It is only that our beloved Speaker has so much work to do
on our behalf,� he went on.� �But his
love and the love of our Dread Father unites us.� You will find peace here, Methusiele.� Come, let us
introduce you to your Brothers and Sisters.�
Most of them are here.�
He escorted me out of Ocheeva�s room, up into the hub and
through one of the doors.� Down this hall
was a great room full of small beds, a bit more luxurious than the barracks at Cloud Ruler
Temple.� Here were four people in widely varied states
of relaxation and of dress.
The male Khajiit in the back rose at once, growled and harrumphed,
and stalked up the hall and away from us.�
Vicente clucked his tongue and rubbed at the place between his
eyes.� �Please don�t mind M�raaj-Dar,� he
said, apologetic.� �He�s always like this
with new recruits.� Jealous, I
think.� He�ll warm up to you.�
�Oh, he was to me!� said a pretty little Breton girl,
sitting up from her relaxed stretch across one of the beds.� �Perfectly dreadful.� Still not what I�d call friendly, but it does get better.�
�Another elf, huh?� said a barrel-chested orc from the other
side of the room.� He had been
shadow-boxing, bare chested.� A huge green creature, his
face even harder to read than an Argonian�s.� �You should meet my girl, then!� But she�s out on patrol.� I�m Gogron.�
�Gogron,� I repeated.�
�Hello.�
�Teinaava,� said the male Argonian.� �I am always pleased to meet a new child of
Sithis.�
�Antoinetta Marie,� said the pretty girl.� Then she looked at me again and gasped.� �You�re the Champion of Cyrodiil!� she cried,
rather loudly.
�She is Methusiele,�
said Vicente, with no small amount of impatience in his voice.� �We do not refer to her by outside names or
titles here, as you should know by now.�
�But she is. �I can�t help that.� It�s exciting!�� She looked at me with tactless wonder.� �Oh, you�ve killed all sorts of people,
haven�t you?� They say you were fucking
that man who was almost the Emperor.� Martin.� Were you?�
Teinaava hissed and Vicente looked on the edge of violence,
but I raised a hand to quiet them and answer her myself.� �Yes.�
I was.� And now he�s dead.� Imagine how much I like to talk about it.�
I�d never come out and said he is dead before.� The words
tasted awful.
Her eyes went round.�
�Oh.� Of course,
when you put it that way.� Sorry.�
�I would not say the name again within my hearing.�� I was able to make it sound so cool and
distant because I knew I was not supposed to kill her.
�Antoinetta was the most recent recruit before yourself,� Vicente said quietly.� �She�s very�young.�
�Friendly, though!� she chirped, and technically I could not
disagree.
Teinaava suggested that wine might lighten the atmosphere,
and he was right.� After a few drinks,
the mood relaxed a bit, and the stories started flowing.� I told them how I had met Lucien:� how fellow treasure hunter Claude Maric had
bedded me, attempted to steal from me, set his cohorts to kill me when I
resisted, and died by my hand.� They appreciated
the justice of it.
Vicente had been bitten hundreds of years ago in
Vvardenfell, and had come to the Dark Brotherhood disillusioned with both the
political machinery of high vampiric society and the low gutter life of the
unclanned:� Lucien had offered him
another option that deprived him of neither human company nor his ability to
fulfill his hunger when it called.
Antoinetta had been a runaway wastrel when Lucien found
her.� She�d been an orphan living with
her aunt and uncle; but his affection had turned unwholesome in its expression,
and in trying to poison him she�d killed her aunt instead.� She�d been twelve then.� Lucien found her homeless at sixteen.� He had been her savior, and she spoke of him
in reverent, smitten tones.
Teinaava was Ocheeva�s twin.�
They had both been born under the sign of the Shadow, which in their
homeland had destined them for the Dark Brotherhood, which took them as
children and trained them to be assassins.�
They had been transferred to Lucien�s Sanctuary at their request,
because of his high reputation.
Gogron had always liked to kill things.� He liked it even better than normal orc
society found comfortable.� He�d
originally belonged to another Sanctuary but had been traded to Lucien when one
of his previous recruits was chosen to assist another Speaker and moved away
from Cheydinhal.
Such were my new Brothers and Sisters.� They were hardly the virtuous Blades, but
neither was I.� Perhaps I never really
had been:� perhaps all along I�d just
been a killer with romantic notions.
I only slept there one night before I realized it should not
really be my home.� I discussed it with
Ocheeva, who quickly agreed:� I was too
well known to be seen in Cheydinhal during the day and not have anyone wonder
where I was sleeping at night.�
Technically, I would have been welcome at the house the Count�s son,
Farwil, had built for his Knights of the Thorn, but the chance that I would
actually have to spend time with him there was unacceptable.� I visited the Count instead, and bought a
lovely house.� It was an easy walk to the
abandoned lot from there.
Still I spent most of my time at the Sanctuary, and it was
oddly soothing.� They gave me a suit of
their black-shrouded armor, which was enchanted to improve my stealth and my
ability to fight.� They taught me the
Five Tenets that were our only laws:� we
were not to dishonor the Night Mother, or to betray the Brotherhood or disobey
our superiors, or to steal from or kill our own Brothers or Sisters.� And that was all.� They taught me poisons, which I took to as if I had been making poisons
forever.� I credited my previous
experience with alchemy for the talent:�
soon I was inventing poisons and giving them out for the others to use.� They taught me to be more graceful with my
little dagger.
Most importantly, they taught me to feel the presence of
Sithis.� The first time I succeeded in
bringing his energy into me, the shock of the change almost jerked me back out
of the meditation immediately:� it was
like falling into freezing water.� But as
I sat with it, the chill drained the life out of my pent-up anger and pain, and
I floated in that sensation, blissfully numb.�
Vicente was beaming at me when I emerged, slow and bleary-eyed, from
that cold peace.
�There,� he said.�
�You have tasted the fruits of our devotion.� You�ve learned well, Methusiele.� You are ready to take your first
contract.� There is a pirate ship docked by
the Waterfront in the Imperial
City � the Marie Elena.� You are to execute its captain, Gaston
Tussaud.�
I recoiled, and he looked confused, then thoughtful.� �Is this the residual sense of honor Lucien
mentioned?� The man is a pirate, no
pillar of society.�
I appreciated that.� I
shook my head.� �Is there no contract
somewhere else?� Perhaps
Leyawiin?�
�Ah.�� He touched my
shoulder.� �But you have our Dread Father�s
gift now, to ward you against your past.�
Lucien would not have set this task for you unless he thought you were
ready.�
�He was here?�� And I
hadn�t seen him.� He�d tracked me all
that time, used my need to lure me here, and now he was done with me.� How perfectly typical of my
skill at choosing partners.
Vicente smiled.� �He
comes and goes all the time.� One only
knows if he makes it known, because he has some business or pleasure to attend
to.� He neglects no one over the long
term, even if he has favorites.� I�m sure
you will see him after you complete your first contract.� It�s a cause for celebration.�
�So he�s�ah.� Intimately connected to all the members.�� I should have known that:� he�d more or less told me as much himself.
�Once at least, at inception.� After that, it depends on how the
relationship develops.�� He dropped his
voice to a polite whisper.� �For example,
I do not think he has continued with Gogron:�
he has taken a more fatherly interest there.� Of course, he was a transfer.� We do not think less of him.�
Ah, yes.� Lucien and
Gogron had been the hardest pairing to imagine. I could not imagine that Lucien
ever relinquished the dominant role, and it was almost equally difficult to
picture Gogron as a pliant receiver.
�And you?� Is that
your usual preference?�
He laughed a little.�
�After a few centuries you hardly notice little things like gender.� But yes, I enjoy a close relationship with
our Speaker.�� He pushed back a lock of
my hair with one finger.� �But you will
see him again, Methusiele.� No one is
neglected.�
I nodded.� �I suppose
I shouldn�t pry.�
�Nonsense.� We�re Family: it�s
right that we know each other.� But in
any case, you have your contract, and you should set about it.�
I went to the Imperial
City under the pretense of visiting
the Arcane University, as was only proper for the
Arch-Mage.� In fact, if I had been like
any Arch-Mage before me, I should have made that my home and the hub of my
travels; but that was not going to happen.�
The city was recovering well from its brush with catastrophe:� it was hard now, in the districts I visited,
to find the charring.� Still, I was
uneasy here, and kept my distance from certain parts of town.� Thankfully, no windows looked down from the
Arch-Mage�s tower, and I could pretend that the University was its own separate
world.
After I had been there a sensible amount of time, I went out
by night in my new armor and with my ring, and crept into the Waterfront, where
the pirate ship waited quietly.� The
stealth I had always used in Ayleid ruins and cultic lairs was adequate to the
challenge of pirates as well, and before long I stood in the captain�s private
quarters, watching him sleep.
I had never killed a sleeping man before.� I reminded myself that this was a pirate captain,
dangerous when awake; I told myself that this was not so different from
sneaking up and blasting my enemies while they were unaware of me, as I had
always done.� I almost believed me.
The Blade of Woe glinted with a hint of sickly green, the
residue of one of my own poisons.� I
sliced the man�s throat, and he gurgled and died.� It was that simple.� But there were sounds of someone stirring
outside, possibly coming to the cabin, and I fled out the rear window and off
of the balcony.
In the morning I publicly departed the University for
Cheydinhal, and spent the trip musing over how straightforward the business of
murder was.� Blessedly
simple, comparatively.
I was greeted on my return to the Sanctuary by the sound of
arguing.
�Are you trying to kill
me?� How hard can it really be to
remember one allergy?�
It was Vicente�s voice, followed by Antoinetta�s:� �Well, I don�t know!� And potatoes without garlic are boring!� Ask anyone but you!�
Then a tranquil voice I didn�t recognize said, �Do the two
of you really want to be fighting when � here, it�s too late.� This is Methusiele, I take it.�
�Sister!� Vicente called as I came
into the room, and turned quite deliberately away from Antoinetta.� �Word of your success has preceded you, my
dear.� Well done!� Very elegant for your first
formal contract.�
�Now, see,� Gogron said with what I could only suppose was a
grin, �what I liked was the way she did Rufio.�
Painted the walls with him!� Let
�em know they�re dead, that�s what I think.�
The stranger, a plainish Bosmer woman with hair a deeper
copper than mine, giggled and placed her hand on his
chest.� �I know, Brother.� But most of us try to be more subtle.�� She turned to face me.� �I�m Telaendril.� I�m sorry we haven�t had the pleasure, but I
spend a lot of time out on patrol.�� I
nodded to her.
Teinaava gave me a little hug.� We�d grown fond making poisons together.
We had dinner together, all of us � except, of course, for
M�raaj-Dar, who took his food off somewhere so as not to have to �smell all the
apes� while he was eating.� Everyone else
was friendly and congratulatory.
They�d made me cake.� Vicente also gave me an enchanted ring for
protection on future assignments.� It was
like having a birthday.� At least it was
like what I imagined birthdays must be.
Another surprise awaited me back at my house, comfortably
seated in my living room.�
�Congratulations, Methusiele.� I
knew you wouldn�t disappoint me.�
�Yes, well, I�ve seen how diverse your tastes are.� You would seem to be a difficult man to disappoint.�
He chuckled as he rose to his feet.� �I should have guessed that you were a
jealous woman.� But I haven�t come to
argue with you, my dear.� I�ve come to
reward you.�� He caressed my cheek, and
damn him, I was still starved enough to leap for scraps.
�Really,� I drawled, although I leaned into his touch.
�Mmm.�� He started punctuating his words with kisses
to the side of my throat.� �I do not
demand more fidelity than I give you.� My
Family is your Family.� I will not
complain if you enjoy any you may find pleasing.� Vicente is very cultured, and I know you have
a fondness for Argonians.�
Against my better judgment I found my arm drifting around
his waist to keep the kisses coming.�
�How much of the time were you
following me?�
�Surely it�s not important now,� he purred, and enforced the
end of the conversation by covering my mouth with his.� And that made it true:� it wasn�t important anymore.� Touch was important, sensation.� I returned the kiss with an eagerness that
should have embarrassed me but did not.� As
our tongues met he started to unfasten my robes, and I helped him undress
me.� As before, he removed his gloves to
touch me, and his hands wandered slowly this time, unhurried.�
He lavished extra attention on the hair on my mound, teasing
it with his fingers, and chuckled to himself.�
�It�s like Arquen�s!� Short and
fine like a manicured lawn.� I never
believed her when she said it was natural, but perhaps it is on an Altmer.�
�I don�t need to hear how I compare to your other conquests.�
That made him laugh in
earnest.� �Shall I pretend to be virgin
for you?� No.� But I assure you that you are comparing
favorably.�� Again he used his kiss to
silence me, and again I allowed it.� I
shifted my attention to opening his robe.�
He allowed me that, but when I started to pull it away from his
shoulders he pried my hands away and held them.
That was starting to frustrate me, his refusal to allow me
his skin when he had free access to mine.�
I wanted to feel living flesh:� I
was starting to want to dig my nails into it.�
When my hands were free again I opened the front of his shirt and clawed
at his pale chest, pulled at the light dusting of hair.� I knew I might get myself hurt pushing
further than that, but all the same, I felt better.
�What a stubborn thing you are,� he whispered.� �If you must bother yourself with clothing,
do some good.�� He guided a hand down to
his waist, and obligingly I opened his pants, pulled his already swollen member
free and stroked it gently.� He bit my
earlobe and then placed one hand, in an oddly deliberate gesture, between my
shoulder blades.
I felt a rush, a strange, dizzy�lightening.� �Did you�cast something on me?�
He smiled.�
�Well.� I am no Arch-Mage, but I
know a little something.�� He stooped a
little, grabbing me behind the thighs, and hoisted me up as if I were half my
real weight � Feather, that was what he had done � and
pressed my back into the wall, stepping in close between my legs.� I gasped and wrapped myself around him for
fear he�d let me drop.� He thrust up into
me, and I gasped again.� The nature of
the position forced me open wide, and he drove in deep.� He grinned at my shivering and paused:� using his weight to pin me between him and
the wall, he raised one hand for a moment to bring my breast to his lips, and
by the time he had firm hold of my leg again and resumed motion, he had crossed
from sucking to biting.� There was both
pleasure and discomfort in my moans.
That was his special gift:�
he knew very well the line between pain that enticed, and pain that only
hurt, and he had absolute control over where on that spectrum his actions
fell.� He did not cross it, that time.� But he did bite, and he fucked me sore, and
his fingertips dug deep enough into my thighs to bruise.� And I only clung to him for dear life and
groaned, powerless in this position to accomplish much more.
I felt him refresh the spell as his lips returned to my
neck.� Now we were pressed even more
tightly together, only the thin layer of our sweat left between us.� I brought a hand to the back of his head,
wishing that I were allowed to clutch at his hair rather than fabric.� But he growled happily at my show of
enthusiasm, and for a moment I thought � I
can make him want me that much.� I can
win him over.
I came to my senses almost immediately.� Could I, now?�
Against the clear current of the Dark Brotherhood�s
training?� And by the N � Dread
Father, did I really want to?
He had paused again to refresh the spell before he came, his eyes locked on mine and full of a fire that could
not touch the rest of his cold face.� He
let me slide down the wall to a level where he could safely let go of my legs,
then gave me a slow, long kiss as we both regained our balance.� He had already closed up most of his clothing
again when he disentangled from me and went in search of his discarded gloves.
I crumpled onto the floor by the wall, weighed down by both
my own thoughts and the fading of the last spell.� �And so you�re going.�
�That was a very tiring position, and I do not intend to
sleep here.�� He crossed back to me, and
knelt to touch my cheek and kiss me again.�
�You are mine, Methusiele.� Do not
allow yourself to doubt it.� In fact, you
may become my favorite.�
Even after he was gone, only one short thought emerged in
answer to that.
Ha.
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