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Seven � Heaven Sent
You To Me

Ocheeva was excited to have me home. �I had a sealed letter from Lucien.� This was an odd event, since for any casual
purpose he could just come and speak to us himself.� She told me how important this must be, and
reminded me of the sanctity of sealed orders:�
they were not to be revealed even to her.
I took it back to my house to read it.
I confess great
delight in the way that you continue to advance.� You are needed now by the Black Hand itself,
in a matter of great importance to the entire Dark Brotherhood.� Come as soon as you have disposed of this
letter to my private refuge in Fort
Farragut � it is in the
forest northeast of you.� Only here will
we have enough privacy to discuss the situation frankly.� That is crucial, Methusiele � do not discuss
this message or reveal my location to anyone else from the Sanctuary.� This is much more important than the note you
showed to Antoinetta.� Be discreet!
Also be mindful.� I have several skeletons like the one that
guards the Sanctuary, and as I do not perform the enchantment myself, I cannot
teach them to recognize you. � LL
I burned the note and set out immediately.� The fort was a ruin to all outward
appearances, stranded in a lovely patch of woods that smelled of pine.� I considered the prospect of blasting my way
through skeletal guardians with a warm nostalgia, but then wondered if Lucien
would be unhappy for me to destroy them.�
The Sanctuary had another way in, through the well.� Perhaps the pattern held true.� Yes � after a few minutes of searching, I
found the trap door in the hollow of an old dead tree.
His room was well-furnished to a modest taste, though
clearly oriented toward business:� on
tables, alchemical equipment and the sorts of ingredients useful for poisons, a
few bits of light armor and daggers.� But
at another table a bottle of wine, and there Lucien sat waiting, already facing
me.
He was wearing pants and a shirt with a high collar, to hide
his scars.� But no robes, no hood.� He smiled.�
�Good, I was hoping you would find that entrance.� Now I won�t have to reset any of the traps.�
�You wouldn�t have disarmed them for me?� I smirked.
�Surely you would not need me to do that.�� He rose to his feet.� �Join me for a drink.�
�I thought I was here for important business.�
�You are, but we have time.��
He came to me and touched a hand to my cheek.� �I want you to have a moment to realize that
you have me in my private chamber, unrobed.�
I want it to dawn on you how far you have come into my trust.�
I shivered a little.�
It was impressive, from
him.� I tried to will away the
blush.� �Very well.� If you say we have time for a drink first,
then I will join you.�
I glanced at the space behind me, where the ladder came down
into the room.� There was an empty crypt
there.� �For when
Vicente stays over?�
He smirked.� �Never mind about Vicente.�
Have a seat.�
We sat down at the table, and he poured for me.� The taste of the wine was rich and
strange.� From Morrowind, he said.� He drank with me, and poured second cups for
us both.
�Among your many conquests,� he said, �who was your favorite
kill?�
That was easy.�
�Mankar Camoran.� If I�d had the
time, I would have done like a Bosmer and eaten his heart.�� As he grinned at my answer, I asked a
question of my own.� �When did you start
following me?�
He waved his hand gracefully.� �Very well, if you must.� I saw you leave the Imperial Prison.� We�d known of the passage, but it had always
been blocked.� I was interested to know
about the woman who opened it.�� He
laughed a little.� �You know, one of
those bandits you killed in Vilverin was going to be Antoinetta�s
contract.� That�s why I happened to be there.�
�How in the world have you had the time to keep such close
track of me?� Surely you have other
duties as a Speaker.�
�I have a very fast horse and skilled subordinates.�� But he frowned at that, and amended it.� �I was not always with you.� I stayed close when your location was
convenient to my other responsibilities.�
When I had to leave you, rumor was usually sufficient to let me find you
again easily enough.� More?� he added,
glancing into my empty cup.
I laughed.� �Are you
trying to get me drunk?�
The cold smile in return, the one that did not reach the
eyes.� �No.�
But I did feel peculiar � not just tipsy, but something
else.� Something� I raised a hand to cast
a light for myself, and it sputtered.� A
puny flicker for a few seconds, and that was all.
He nodded.� �An effect
of the wine, you see.� It�s damaging your
ability to connect to magicka.� I imagine
you feel it much more than I do.� It will
go away in a couple of hours.�� He took
my cup from me and set it down on the table.�
�I won�t tell you how expensive it was to find a vintage where the
dosage was this high.�
I should have been angry.�
I should have at least been on my guard.�
At the time, I only thought, of course.�
Of course he had thought of a way to neutralize me if he ever had to,
like he had with Vicente.� Well prepared.� And after all, it was also wine on an empty
stomach, and perhaps it was going to my head.�
�Why did you feel this was necessary, Lucien?�
�Because I am going to tell you something that you are not
going to like, and I know your temper.�
I could only think of one possibility.� �You�re sending me away?� You told me you wouldn�t give me up to be
someone else�s Silencer.�
He grinned, and it was more genuine, if a little bit
bloodthirsty.� �No indeed.� You are going to be my Silencer.�� He punctuated
it with a light kiss.
I smiled, gladdened at the thought that I was that important
to him.� �I told you I did not want to
lead,� I chided.� He kissed me
again.� �But,� I said, �that hardly makes me angry enough to go to this much
effort.�
�No, that won�t.� The
problem will arise when I give you your first assignment.�� He sighed and leaned back in his chair, hands
folding in front of him.� �Members of the
Dark Brotherhood are being found dead, and we suspect that they are falling to
one of our own.�� He waved two fingers of
one hand to dismiss any concern for myself.�
�You are not under suspicion.� It
began before you joined us.� But� the
evidence seems to point toward someone who underwent my training regime.� Someone from my Sanctuary.�� He scowled, and I knew he took this as a
personal affront.� He so prided himself
on our loyalty.
�An oath breaker.� What would protect them from the wrath of
Sithis?�
�I don�t know.� But
the threat must be purged, Methusiele.� I
must assign you to purify the Sanctuary for me.�
I felt cold.� �Purify
it�?�
His face went hard.�
�Kill them.� All of them.�� He rose and started pacing.
I couldn�t believe him, couldn�t process the
information.� �Ocheeva?� Vicente?�
�All of them,� he repeated.�
�We cannot take the chance.�
�But� I would have to break the Tenets myself.�
He stopped pacing for a moment to look at me.� �Purification has always been a special case,
for emergencies.� For the purposes of
this single task, I absolve you of the Fifth Tenet.�
He really was asking me to do this.� He really did mean for me to kill everyone in
the �Family� he had so carefully trained me to love and to believe that he
loved.� Everyone I had left in the world,
except him.
And someday, given the right circumstances, he might just as
easily turn on me as he had on my Brothers and Sisters.
I stood.� �No,
Lucien.� I don�t want to do this.�
A mirthless chuckle.� �Of course you don�t.� I am not happy to require it of you, but I
must.�
�You misunderstand me.�
I won�t.�
He stepped toward me, and our eyes locked.� �Careful, now, Methusiele.� I have not absolved you of the Third Tenet,
only the Fifth.� You will follow my
orders.�� He watched me step back,
shaking my head, and held one of his hands out to me.� �I know how hard it is.� You will not be left all alone, you
know.� You will be with me.�
�Bastard!�� Without thinking, I raised a hand to
electrocute him.� My spell was a pathetic
little thing � and what there was of it all rebounded on me, and I shrieked and
dropped to my knees.
Lucien calmly knelt in front of me and tapped at a ring on
his left hand with his thumb.� He�d
reflected my spell with it.� �Tsk.� And you chose shock, of all things,� he
purred.� �And you with both the Altmeri
and the daedric weakness to it.� That
must have hurt a great deal.�
I stared up at him.�
How did he know �
�I was with you at Mephala�s shrine,� he said quietly,
answering the unspoken question.� �Do you
imagine that you have secrets from me?�
Do you think she didn�t always mean for me to have you when the war was
over?��
Did I think that � did I � I could barely see for rage.� I howled and took a wild swing at him, which
he caught and held easily.� His eyes were
intense as he waited for me to cool down enough to listen.� �Understand me,� he whispered.� �If you disobey me, even if you manage to
kill me, you will have broken the
Tenets, and they will come after you.�
Including your own Family, the ones you think you are protecting.� They will not hesitate.�
Even now I didn�t want to kill him:� but I did want to hurt him.� �Well.�
Except for the traitor.�
His fingers dug into my wrist.� �Do you want to see me angry?� Is that it?��
He jerked me toward him, whispered through his clenched teeth.� �Are you quite sure?�
�Let me go,� I snarled, pulling against his grip.
He threw me aside, rose, and strode angrily into the center
of the room, between the rope ladder I�d come down and the closed gate that led
to the rest of the old fort.� �There!� he
shouted.� �Where are you going to
go?� Through the
guardians, without your spells?�
Or are you going to come and fight me for the ladder?�� He tore off his shirt and threw it down,
revealing the abstract network of pale scars across his chest, and then stood
with his arms open in a challenge to come forward.
There was no way for me to win this kind of fight with
him.� I briefly considered whether I
would be quick enough to pull the lever for the gate and get my ring on before
he could catch me.� I couldn�t fight the
guardians, but if I could stay hidden � oh, certainly.� Hidden while disarming
traps and hunting my way through territory the man chasing me would know much
better.�
No escape and no victory � and a horrible realization that I
didn�t care anyway.� The intensity in his
eyes was�was enticing,
and some sick part of me wanted to find out how much farther I could push him.
I rose, as calmly as I could, and took off the robe I was
wearing over my traveling pants and shirt.�
Robes were no good for grappling.�
He waited grinning as I folded it in half and hung it over the back of a
chair.� Then, with distressing
artlessness, I rushed him headlong.� He
stepped casually to the side and left one fist behind to meet my stomach.� Stood and waited for me to catch my wind.� In a better show of skill I spun with a hand
raised to strike at his face, but he intercepted it and twisted me further into
my own spin until he had my arm behind my back.�
He wrenched it into a debilitating angle, and I fell to my knees again,
howling in pain.� He took hold of my
elbow with his other hand to hold me in place.
�There, you see,� he rasped down at me, �I�m not as pretty
when I�m angry as you are.� Now, are you
going to behave, or am I going to keep hurting you?�
I swept a leg back to try to knock him over, but didn�t
quite have the strength or the angle to do it.�
He turned my wrist a little further, sending another spasm of pain up
through it.� I heard the little crack
that meant that, if he chose to move it any further, the wrist would
break.� I tried to twist my way back out
of the lock, failed, clawed wildly back toward his face with my free hand.� When he raised a hand to block that I flailed
almost free of him � but he still had a hold of my shirt, and he clutched at it
and tore it from my shoulders, then tried to tangle it around my arms behind
me.� I wriggled free of that too, and
started trying to crawl just a little bit away from him, to get the space to
use my legs.� The nerves of my arm were
still shrieking, and I had to favor the other side.� For a second I was free:� then there was a hand at my scalp, a hard tug
back by my hair.� He pressed down close
against me, a small knife to my throat.
�Cheater,� I panted.
�There�s no such thing as cheating.�� He grabbed my shoulder and flipped me over
onto my back, then pressed the knife against my throat again and looked into my
eyes.� His were burning.� �I�ve missed your anger,� he whispered.� �It�s gorgeous.�� With his free hand he reached down to
unfasten my pants and pull them down.� My
perversity chose the moment to rest, so he was able to make quick work of that,
and then his own pants.� Then, after he�d come back fully on top
of me, I started pushing at him with the arm that still wanted to move.� Clawing at his face and kicking.
He laughed.� �Still?� Really?� Do you not
believe that I would cut you?�� He dragged
me toward the gate, leaned me against it, and,
straddling me so that I could not get up, cut a strip from my shirt and used it
to tie my one good hand to one of the metal posts. �The ones behind me dug into my back
uncomfortably.� I started screaming and
flailing with my legs.�
He slapped me hard enough to throw my head to the side and
stun me into silence.� �Hush,� he
whispered.� Then he adjusted so that he
was kneeling with his legs between and beneath mine, and started to kiss me �
and I still kissed him back, wanting more of both his sex and his anger.
Ah.� Here it was, the ruin he had promised me.� I could feel it finally pouring over me in
waves.� I arched up against him, moaning,
and he chuckled as he thrust into me.� I
writhed in token protest but rolled my hips upward to welcome him in.� He worked one hand into my hair and wrenched
my head back.
�You�re wet,� he breathed into my ear.� �You�re enjoying this, aren�t you?�� I writhed again and groaned instead of
answering, and he laughed softly.�
�You�re perfect.�� He pumped
harder, biting at my throat.
It was true.� I was
enjoying it.� Hating
him only seemed to make me want him, and wanting him this way made me hate him.
�I sobbed, and that only pleased him
more:� he brought down the hand that was pinning
my unbound wrist and rubbed at my breast with it.� The residual pain in my wrenched hand made me
flinch as I tried to move it, but I did � with the intention, at first, of
pushing or striking.� Continuing
at least the pretense that I was resisting him.� Instead I dug my nails into his back,
clinging to him.� He smiled at me, smiled
at my growls of scorn and need, kissed and pierced me deeper, delighted to see
how fighting him had turned into fighting myself.
I wanted us both to die.�
I wanted us both to die with him inside me, with his hands on my skin
and his tongue in my mouth.� It was
horrifying and wonderful, and it rushed through my body like fire as I clutched
around him.� He hummed in pleasure,
grabbed into my ass enough to hurt, his pace grown frantic.� Then erratic, and then he was still, and his
grasp eased.
For a moment he did not move from above me, and my back hurt
from all of our combined weight pressing back against the metal at this awkward
angle.� He slowly got up, put his pants
on, and walked away to one of the tables, leaving me still tied down by one
wrist.� At the moment I was too tired,
sore, and full of self-loathing to move to free myself, so I stayed where I
was.� I didn�t even try to sit up in a
more reasonable position.
He came back to me with a potion that smelled of
restoration.� �You will need to be fresh
for your work,� he said.� Then he held
the bottle close to my mouth without pouring it, teasingly, and asked, �You are
going to do your work, aren�t you?� You
are ready to be a good girl?�
�Yes,� I muttered.
�Whose are you?�
If my will had not been shattered at just that moment I
might have said another name, and provoked him into beating me again or even
killing me.� I did not have that much
fight left in me.� �Lucien�s.�
He poured the healing potion into my mouth, and I swallowed
it, and felt my various pains starting to fade.�
He cut my wrist loose, and I sat up, regarding the ruin of my shirt.� He was decent enough to pace away for a
moment, so that his back was turned as I crawled to where my pants were and
pulled them on.�
�Lucien,� I asked, in as peaceful a voice as I could, �does
Sithis take his children if they kill themselves?� Do they still win his presence?�
He glanced at me over his shoulder in cool bemusement.� Not angry.�
�Ah, yes.� Everyone has to ask
that question once, you know.� No, they
don�t.� Suicide violates the Fifth
Tenet.�� Then he realized the window that
left for me, and turned to face me properly, more serious.� �And the Third, because I forbid you.�
I sighed in resignation and went to retrieve my robe.
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