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Unholy Needs	By : vivalavioletta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 6927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sun was setting down and the sky was slowly becoming darker and darker. A female Dunmer could be seen wandering aimlessly in the middle of the green fields; her body was literally covered in blood and her walk made her look more like a zombie than an elf. She had no idea where she was going and no idea of where she was. Her wounds burnt and her head ached, she sun was setting and she had nowhere else to go, no memory of where she came from and no strength to look for help. She remembered that the sky looked bright red earlier that day and that an endless fire consumed her house, she remembered running and the people screaming, then she fell and rolled down a small hill. She hadn’t stopped walking since then.
“Ma’am? Are you alright? Are you from Kvatch?” A male imperial voice asked her, he was sitting on a horse and was wearing armor. She could not see his face though because her vision was too blurry. She stared at him with her eyes half-opened.
“Let me help you, Ma’am.” The legion soldier got off his horse in order to help her to get on it. She remembered feeling watched, maybe he was the one watching her all time?
“May I ask your name?” His hands where now holding the horse’s reins, every step that the horse made her whole body ache, she wanted to answer, yet she couldn’t. Her lips wouldn’t move and she didn’t have enough energy to say anything at all, not even her own name. Her body ached. There was dried blood all over her limbs. Things went completely dark.
There was something soft beneath her, something like a bed and sheets and a pillow. She had forgotten how that felt like, even though her nightmare only lasted a day. She could see through the window that it was raining outside and she felt watched again.
She tried to move too soon and too quick, the blood had been washed off her body and the pain was bearable now, still, she had to be careful. The pain made her let out a groan.
“Oh! You’re finally awake!” A female voice said. “Do you need anything? How are you feeling?” The Redguard was sitting on the corner of the room; she quickly got up and hurried towards the Dunmer with a smile on her lips. “Water…” The dark elf whispered, she hadn’t drunken anything for two days now and her throat was completely dry.
“Oh! Of course, come on, raise yourself a little.” The Redguard helped her sitting up; she couldn’t help but to groan again with the pain while rising. She gave her a mug full of water which the Dunmer drank quite willingly. “I am Sharlian, by the way, Vodus is on duty now. He asked me to take care of you” Sharlian explained while handing her some bread.
“Vodus?” The Dunmer asked before nibbling on her food. That name wasn’t familiar to her; she was having a hard time with collecting her most recent memories. Maybe she hit her head somewhere, it was perfectly possible.
“Yes, the Imperial Watch that found you and took you here. You were quite lucky, young lady! May I ask your name?” The Redguard said this quite fast and loud, too loud for someone who had a headache.
“Thindril.” The elf said almost in a whisper.
“Well, Thindril, don’t worry about a thing, okay? We will take care of you until you’re strong enough to start a new life. I need to go downstairs now, but I won’t take long. Eat!” Sharlian winked while walking off, she was very energetic and spoke again very fast, perhaps a little too fast for someone who wasn’t still all there like Thindril and the elf wasn’t too fond of outgoing people. Thindril thought that she didn’t have much experience with injured people or else she would be quieter around her.
The elf was still repeating her words in her mind when a dark figure came out of nowhere in her room. Her red eyes stared at him with a horrified look. Thindril had no idea how he managed to do that or who he was. The room seemed to darken as he approached her and Thindril wanted to scream, but all she could do was gasp. Her body tensed as he came closer to her, carrying a small smirk on his face.
“You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.” He noted with a hint of curiosity in his voice, his affirmation only made Thindril feel even more terrified. How did he know about her crime? Was he there to kill her? Kvatch was attacked that night, she thought it was impossible for anyone to know that she killed her own husband even that memory seemed to be quite distant for Thindril. “That's good, you’ll need a clear conscience for what I'm about to propose.” He sounded more serious now, his smirk also vanished which made the elf raise her brow. Thrindril was not following his line of thought, but she assumed by those words that she was relatively safe. The imperial made no threatening move and he would have surely killed her before if he wanted to. He knew that she was naked below those sheets and that made the assassin let his mind wander, but wouldn’t make a move for now. His hands were still on his sides and he seemed to be unarmed, yet, Thindril wasn’t a complete fool and new that you didn’t need weapons to harm someone.
"You prefer silence, then?” His deep tone made it obvious that it was a rhetoric question; Thindril was feeling unbelievably vulnerable by that man. He knew too much about her and she knew nothing about him, only that he was strangely captivating. The Dunmer didn’t know if it was his voice or his attitude towards her, he was endearing but dangerous as well, yet, he didn’t seem to be a danger to her. “As do I, my dear child. As do I. For is silence not the symphony of death, the orchestration of Sithis himself? Ironic, then, that I come to you now as Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. My name is Lucien Lachance, and my voice is the will of the Night Mother.” She wasn’t completely familiar with those concepts, but Thindril knew what the Dark Brotherhood was – a bunch of murderers that had their own cult. It was the first time that she had such a direct contact with them, at least that she knew of.
“She's been watching you. Observing as you kill, admiring as you end life without pity or remorse. The Night Mother is most pleased... That is why I stand here before you. I bear an offering. An opportunity... to join our rather unique family..." His voice was inviting and so was his expression, yet Thindril was slightly more aware of what was happening now, she started to notice and certain hardness in his eyes that complimented his confidence. “The Night Mother watched you kill your husband. We had to… intercept you before you fled Cyrodiil.” Her muscles tensed again. “Oh, yes, we also know about your murders in Morrowind. We have been following you since then and I must say that even I was impressed. You were barely fifteen, after all…”
“I do not like your words. Tell me what this is all about. Now.” Thindril was weak, she barely had strength to pronounce anything, but she demanded him to go straight to the point anyway. In better days, Thindril would try to not anger such a dangerous man, but at that moment she felt like a rag. All she wanted was to fall in a deep sleep again.
Lucien paused before continuing his speech, he actually seemed to like the fact that she wanted to go straight to the subject. “On the Green Road to the north of Bravil lies the Inn of Ill Omen. There you will find a man named Rufio. Kill him, and your initiation into the Dark Brotherhood will be complete. Do this, and the next time you sleep in a location I deem secure, I will reveal myself once more, bearing the love of your new family.” Lucien finally explained.
“That seems to be very interesting, Mr. Lachance.” Thindril truthfully remarked, she didn’t want to insult him after all. “But who told you that I want a… ‘family’, rules, duties and someone to worship to?” She noticed now how dark his eyes were, Lucien was a man with strong, but classic features. Her question didn’t affect his confidence.
“Thindril, I do believe that the Dark Brotherhood would benefit of having such an asset like you and that you would greatly benefit of having a home and family since Kvatch is now destroyed and overrun by Deadra.” Thindril bit her lip, he had a point there. All this was so recent that she didn’t even have the time to think about that.
“Fine.” She sighed. “Rufio will die by my hand.” The Dunmer agreed.
"Excellent!” Lucien looked even more satisfied with himself than before. “Now please, accept this token from the Dark Brotherhood." He said while holding a small dagger and handing it to her. "It is a virgin blade, and thirsts for blood. May it serve you well, as does your silence. Now, I bid you farewell. I do hope we'll meet again soon." The Assassin gave her a small smirk before turning invisible and disappearing. Thindril was incredulous as she stared at the void, holding the dagger in her hands. The sound of Sharlian coming upstairs were soon heard by the Dunmer, she quickly hid the dagger in a gap between the bed and the wall and felt her heart beat faster with the fear of being discovered.
“Oh, you are looking better!” The Redguard grinned.
The Dunmer couldn’t help but smirk.
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