-This is my first FanFiction. Tell new what you think, I need your opinion! It's short but if I write more chapters they should be longer. Rated M just to be safe. I don't own the Elder Scroll series or Skyrim.
The assassin held Mehrunes Razor in her right hand and an ebony dagger in her left, hidden in the shadows. In front of her stood a poor beggar, wearing only rags to cover his blue skin. There was a small pathetic fire in front of him that he must have made himself, with only twigs and leaves to keep it burning. The mans name was Veras Drenil, a middle-aged Dunmer elf, living on the outskirts of assassin had been sent on contract by the Dark Brotherhood to be rid of the filthy man.
With careful steps she moved towards him. Little did Veras know, that he was in the perfect position to be killed. The assassin raised her blade to his neck. She was so close she could hear Veras Drenil's breaths, and smell the rancid odor coming off of him. In a quick movement she cut the blade acrossed his throat, just below his Adam's apple.
Veras made a small gagging sound that was cut short as his own blood filled his mouth. He sunk to his knees, grabbing at his neck, and fell with an ugly thud, his hand falling into the fire. Though when he did not pull it back is when she knew he had died.
A sheen of crimson covered the blade of Mehrunes Razor. She cleaned the thick red liquid off on Veras Drenil's rags then sheathed the blade at her belt. The scent of burning flesh wafted to her nose. She stood up.
Around the small pile of flaming twigs was a thin dingy bed roll, and next to that a small sack. The assassin couldn't think of any reasons to search the sack because there wouldn't be any loot in it. Instead she turned around and walked off in the night.
In the distance vermilion glowing eyes were the only sign that her horse-a gift from Astrid-Shadowmere, was even there. His coal black hair was perfect camoflauge against the dark surroundings. She jumped up onto the mare and sped off to Falkreath.
It was 11:09. If the assassin, Aedrian, was lucky, she would arrive at the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary by morning.