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A/N: Yes, yes, I know. I have a fanfic I should be working on, but I have a bad habit of writing for than one at once. Sorry. But I really wanted to write a Dark Brotherhood finfic, so here it is. And just so you know, the main character is an Imperial named Anirria. How you like it!

I walked through the woods one day at the age of 15, picking flowers and herbs for my Alchemy. I decided to go deeper into the forest that day and I have no idea why I did, but I did. I walked farther than I usually go. It was when I came across a field of Nightshades and Deathbells that I realized how truly beautiful death was. Seeing all those flowers used for poisons made me know how amazingly easy it is to take a life. I suppose you can say I lost most of my sense of right and wrong that day, all thanks to that grove of purple I saw. I also suppose you're probably right. Ever since that day I started training. I learned how to throw daggers, and I became one of the best. I learned hand-to-hand combat so I could hold my own if needed, but I never liked it that much. I excelled in light armor, and I could use a bow without always missing a target. I knew how to use a sword but I would never be able to fight of groups with one, and I couldn't use a clay-more, shield, mace, war hammer, or heavy armor if my life depended on it.

I became dangerous for the first time, and it felt good.

I would travel Cyrodiil, randomly committing the murders that surfaced once in a while. Soon enough I had gotten better at it, staging accidents and figuring out how to kill in crowded spaces without being fingered at a killer. I always had a feeling of being watched during those years, though. But I liked it too much to stop.

When I turned 17 I staged one of my murders to frame someone who was always treating me like I was less than nothing. I stole some of his belongings and waited for him to visit my target, who was a young Wood Elf girl who was probably around my age. But I didn't care, a kill is a kill. The man who was cruel to me, Brono, visited the Wood Elf's home at 7 am and left at 3 pm. I waited in a crawl space I had found in the sitting room and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally Brono left, leaving the elf alone. I waited a bit longer and I took out Brono's silver dagger and sneaked up behind the elf before violently springing up to cover her mouth. I slit her throat and stabbed her stomach, leaving the engraved dagger there along with the Nord mans coat which I used to wrap up the body and messily stashed into a cabinet. It was a good birthday and it got better when he was arrested.

Then, a week later, today, I met him.

"You sleep rather soundly... for a murderer." He said. I think I fell in love with his voice right then and there. It had the seductive danger I love and crave entwined with a strangely soothing undertone. I wanted more of it.

"It's not polite to watch girls as they sleep, you know." I had said, smirking. I straightened up and saw a man in black robes, a hood covering his eyes. The sides of his mouth twitched up into a calm but dark smile. I loved that smile.

"I hadn't meant to offend in anyway," He said, slightly bowing his head. "I just have a proposal for you."

'A proposal?' I thought, tilting my head slightly. I smiled.

"Hmm.. Maybe. But first, what's your name? I'm Anirria." The robed man gave me a simi-warm smile.

"I am Lucien Lachance, dear child. Speaker of the Black Hand, Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood."My eyes widened at this. I had heard of them but... I didn't know much.

"The Dark Brotherhood?" I asked in confusion.

This time, his eyes widened a bit before he settled back into his calm stature. "Have you not heard of the Dark Brotherhood? Of the remorseless guild of paid assassins and homicidal cutthroats? Join us, and you'll find the Dark Brotherhood to be all that, and so much more. We are, more than anything, a union of like-minded individuals. We kill for profit, for enjoyment, and for the glory of the Dread Father, Sithis. We are family, with bonds forged in blood and death." I pondered his words for a moment. I would have a sort of family, be paid for the dark art of committing murder, and be understood by people...

"...How do I join?" I asked hesitantly. He gave me that dark smile again and I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat for some reason..

"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." He reached into his pocket and brought out a small bundle. As he unwrapped it, I realized it was a small dagger. "This is a virgin blade and it thirsts for blood. Kill Rufio with this, and we will meet again." Before I could answer he cast an invisibility spell and disappeared. I sighed, looked at the blade in my hand, and got ready to travel to the Inn of Ill Omen.

A/N: I know this is somewhat short, but it's more of an intro than anything else. And the part about Nightshades will come later so the title will make sense. ^^ I hope you liked it! Leave a review if you did or have an opinion, everything helps. And I hope you guys will like Chapter two!