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Unholy Needs	By : vivalavioletta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 6928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A good, warm feeling invaded her body. Thindril didn't remember feeling this good for weeks; she also felt a small pressure on her back which made her slowly open her eyelids. Thindril jumped at first when she saw a man standing next to her, fortunately it was just Lucien. "Don't touch me." She snarled, glaring at him.

Lucien didn't seem to be offended by her aggressive reaction, instead, he remained rather indifferent. "I was healing you… sister." The assassin replied.

"Sister…?" Thindril raised her eyebrow.

"The deed is done, that makes you part of the family." Lucien explained calmly, he looked the same since Thindril last saw him – a tall man with olive skin, wearing black robes with a hood over his head.

"How can you possibly know that?" Thindril said in a defensive tone.

"How do I know that? You will find that the Dark Brotherhood knows a great many things." Lucien answered vaguely. Thindril bit her lip and remained quiet.

"Now heed these words." He said. "The slaying of Rufio was the signing of a covenant. The manner of execution, your signature. Rufio's blood, the ink. As a Speaker of the Black Hand, I directly oversee a particular group of family members. You will join that group, and fulfill any contracts given." His deep voice drew her into him, there was something quite captivating about Lucien and Thindril didn't know what made him so special. Yes, he was handsome, but it was more than that, a way more."You must now go to the city of Cheydinhal, to the abandoned house near the eastern wall. Enter the basement, and attempt to open the black door. You will be asked a question. Answer thusly: "Sanguine, my Brother." You will gain entrance to the Sanctuary. Once inside, speak with Ocheeva. She will guide you once you arrive home."

"You said you were a Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood…" Thindril drawled.

"Indeed, I am." Lucien nodded to the elf.

"What does that mean?"

"I am a representative of the Dark Brotherhood." He began. "My voice is the voice of the Black Hand, our organization's ruling body. One of my duties is to find exceptional individuals, such as yourself, and offer a place within our family."

"And why did you chose me? There are many murderers in Tamriel." Thindril questioned.

"The Night Mother has her ways to know what distinguishes you from the common bandit." Lucien's lips formed a small smirk. "You and I, sister, were bound to be assassins. This is our destiny. It would come to us sooner or later."

Thindril was sitting on the bed, yet she looked like a cornered animal. She was hugging her knees and avoiding looking at him directly, Lucien was starting to feel rather inquisitive about that abrupt change, yet he didn't want to scare her. He was afraid that by doing so, the elf would flee her destiny and not go to Cheydinhal.

"You said you were healing me, right?"

"Yes, sister. Look at your injuries. They should be almost good by now." Lucien replied.

Thindril lifted her shirt and saw that the scratches on her stomach almost gone, Lucien was a far better healer than Vodus. She now wondered if the Imperial guard was trying to see as much of her naked skin as he could before he got impatient or if he was just downright incompetent.

"Can you make the pain go away?" Thindril looked up to him, finally facing the man in front of her.

"Yes." He nodded before holding her arm gently and casting a Restoration spell. "These are burn scars." Lucien noted. "And they are recent." He had managed to gain a bit of her trust for now, the Speaker hoped that she would tell him what happened.

Thindril looked down and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the feeling for a few seconds before replying. "The last man that tried to heal me also tried to hurt me."

Lucien kneeled down in front her, making the elf look to him again. "What did he do?" Thindril cringed at bit to that question. He had stop healing her, Lucien was now only holding her arm between his hands.

"I don't want to talk about it." She replied. "You know very well what he did, you don't need me to answer."

Smart elf, Lucien thought. He wanted her to say it, but he would spare Thindril for now. She would have plenty of time to face her traumas. "Well, I am glad that you killed him sister. You are a natural and you murdered two rapists. You should be proud. Once you're in the Dark Brotherhood you will see that most people you murder aren't that innocent after all." He told her.

"Yet the Empire hunts us." Thindril noted.

"No, my dear, Adamus Phillida hunts us. Most people of the Empire are intelligent enough to keep out of our sight." Lucien corrected with a smirk, he noted that Thindril had softened her gaze. Good, maybe she would be less jumpy now. Lucien had heard about her husbands, how she had been windowed several times and how they had all suffered strange deaths. Thindril could had performed the Black Sacrament or hired the Morag Tong to kill them, yet she always chose to kill them by her own hands. Lucien wanted to know why, but he would also ask that later. Everything in its due time.

"Do you live in that Sanctuary?" The Dunmer asked.

"No."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Yes."

Lucien got up and so did Thindril, he was ready to leave when her look tied him down. Her red eyes were very mysterious, once they had been wild and with a slight hint of mischief but now Lucien had the feeling that she was just inviting him to stay for his company gave her some kind comfort. He cupped her cheek and leaned to her as he was almost kissing her. Thindril remained still, but didn't push him back.

"We will see each other again, sister." Lucien promised a low tone with his signature smirk before pulling back and leaving her alone in the room.

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Thindril had to pickpocket her way into the abandoned house. She guessed that it was her second test. The elf soon found her way to the basement and noticed a dark hole in the wall and presumed that this sanctuary would be in its depths. Thindril had to watch her steps to not fall on her way down, she saw a red light in the distance that made her think that she was in the right way. It soon became clear that the red light came from a huge door with terrible cravings on it, there was a huge skull at the top that seemed to be looking down a woman. That same woman was holding a baby and a knife, four more children were on the ground, begging her to not to kill them. There was a sound, something like a heartbeat. For moments Thindril thought that it was her own heart that was beating too loud for she as terrified with that sight.

"What is the color of night?"

The elf jumped at the sound of the voice, it seemed like it was the last whisper coming from a dying body. She tensed.

"Sanguine, my brother."

"Welcome home."

The door opened and Thindril walked in. The Sanctuary seemed to be a normal place compared to what she had just experienced, the first person she saw was a female Argonian. She had green scales with hints of red and purple, like most Argonians, she was very fit and about the same height as Thindril. She was also wearing dark light armor which immediately took Thindril's attention. The armor seemed to be quite comfortable and it fit her body perfectly, it also seemed to be made of quality leather, the elf wondered if she would be getting one as well.

"Welcome, Thindril! Welcome! My name is Ocheeva, and I am the mistress of this Sanctuary. Lucien has already told me all about you. Welcome to our Sanctuary, sister." The Argonian greeted her cheerfully, Thindril gave her a small smile. "You stand now in our Sanctuary. May it serve you as your new home, a place of comfort and security whenever the need arises." She paused "Lucien told me that you might be very tired, he also told me about Kvatch and that meanwhile you had an incident with a burning farm. Once we are done talking, you can rest if you wish." Ocheeva added.

"Oh, that would be wonderful. Thank you." "Thindril nodded.

"Good. There isn't much to know about this Sanctuary. This is the common room, here is where we gather and speak to each other and relax. The door on your right leads to the dormitory and the bathrooms, on your left you have a training room and in the corridor in front of you there is my room, Vicente's room and the kitchen." The Argonian explained while gesturing around and pointing to the places. "When you're ready for work, go and speak with Vicente's Valtieri. He handles all the assignments for the new family members." Ocheeva finished.

Thindril nodded. "Understood. Anything else?"

"Yes, before you go, please accept this gift from your new family." Ocheeva said while grabbing a set of armor that was laying on a table and handing it to her. "A unique set of armor, lighter than normal leather and black as the Void."

"Thank you, Ocheeva." The elf smiled while holding her new armor.

"Go rest now, Thindril. You need it. Your bed is the last on the left. May Sithis be with you." The Argonian finished while walking her to the sleeping quarters. Thindril soon found herself in a dark and long corridor that was only lightened by two or three torches. The Dunmer wondered if making her way through the dark without falling down was part of some kind of training for she could barely see her feet.

She soon found her bed in the sleeping quarters. Thindril took the Blade of Woe from her belt and put it aside on top of the armor. Her last two weeks had been hell, but that would change now. She was finally home and she was finally safe.
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