Babette watched her fellow vampire sister hum and skip around the sanctuary like the 13 year old child she looked, gaining slight smiles from their other siblings. Silver hair that showed her true age and power glittered behind her as she tried to jump between the tiles in the dim gloom of the Sanctuary…their Sanctuary. Amon was very excited for a 700 year old Vampire Lord…er Lady, and when she heard they were gaining a new sibling and the Night Mother; her glee was apparent. Even Astrid didn't have the heart to break the usually sullen woman-child out of her rare bout of childish mood. It was rare any of them heard the so called 'Dragonborn' laugh; and since she had come to their Sanctuary a year ago after hers was burned to the ground…their sister had been grieving so.
Astrid looked down when Amon flew past her with cooking ingredients clasped in her tiny, stick like arms and the leader of their Family smiled widely, placing a calming hand on her husbands arm when he growled at their sister to slow down. With 700 years experience Amon was a master chef and any food made by her was welcome. Astrid didn't know if she wanted to KILL or kiss the new sibling for making the vampire so…excited. He was after all coming to usurp her position as Leader.
"Peace husband….I saw nirnroot and cocoa beans in there. I think our sister is making those delightful truffles again." That shut Arnbjorn up, he was in fact addicted to the nirnroot truffles Amon had made for them the week after she joined up. They had been heavenly but she had refused to make them since; saying they were only for special occasions.
The Keeper found them all gathered in the kitchen of the Sanctuary when he came in, all laughing as the tiny vampire duo played a pair of instruments and singing old songs from the days of old. It was a strangely lively tune as well. Cicero chuckled to himself when the silver haired un-child pulled Astrid out into the middle of the floor to dance, a silly childish dance before he cleared his throat and they all turned around, knives in hand. He giggled nervously, holding his hands up to show he was unarmed.
"Now now, brothers and sisters….is that any way to greet me?" He saw the silver haired un-child's eyes widen before a wide smile lit her face, a not so nice smile now that he thought about it. She also looked vaguely familiar- oh. OH…well shit. The whole family looked slightly startled when Amon started stalking forward with an unholy light in her blood red eyes. Their newest recruit, the new Dragonborn, watched fascinated and slightly alarmed as they got closer.
"Hello, CICERO. My old FRIEND, my old BROTHER." Her voice was a quiet hiss of childish fury and Cicero could actually feel FEAR creep down his spine as Lucian's old Silencer stalked forward to grab the front of his uniform and drag him down to eye level. He smiled widely, his pupils dailating in fear at thoughts of what this small child could DO to him with 700 years experience. He honestly couldn't understand why she was seething so…it had been 5 years since the fall of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. He was, of course, GLAD to see her well…'alive' wasn't the right word. Undead? Yes… yes that worked. Oh by Sithis, he could see the void in her eyes. Cicero gulped nervously and managed to squeak out a reply.
"Hello, sister! It's a…pleasure to see you again. I thought you lost when the Sanctuary fell." Amon bared her fangs in a parody of a smile, backing the Imperial up into a wall while the others gathered together and watched intently. The vampire, and long past Dragonborn shoved Cicero into the wall harshly and he slid down it onto his butt.
"I don't care if you're Keeper. I have half a mind to STRANGLE you for leaving me in Cheydinhal when you LEFT. Left poor little Amon to claw her way out of her own coffin and find her way out of the ruined Sanctuary. I had no idea if you were ALIVE, if the Night Mother was safe? How could you do that to me!?" Cicero smiled and tried to look apologetic, though he certainly hadn't even thought of his sleeping sister until months afterward when he went back to find her destroyed coffin in the crypt.
He had mourned for his favorite Sister, damning whoever had, in his mind, killed her and taken her body for their own sick reasons. Now…now he was starting to regret not remembering her during the attack…if only because Amon was sure to make his life a living HELL in revenge. He heard Astrid laugh and walk over to pull the tiny vampire off him and help him up.
"Well this was quite an interesting first meeting with the Keeper of the Night Mother." Cicero smiled nervously when his old friend continued to stare at him like a disgruntled wet cat…but at least the Usurper had made her stop wanting to rip his throat out. He brushed himself off and tried to smile again. It had been so long since he had last talked to a real human…Cicero was very nervous.
"Yes, well…had I known Amon was here I would have come sooner. It is nice to see that someone survived that horrible event." The Family nodded and ushered him over to join them while Babette came over with a tray of sweet rolls she had just pulled out of the oven. Cicero could feel his mouth start to water and quickly took two, swearing lightly under his breath as they burnt his fingertips. Cicero felt small hands wind around his middle and he looked down to see his favorite, miserable vampire hugging him hesitantly.
"I missed you…brother. I am gladdened to see you are unharmed. If not a little more insane then when I last saw you." He frowned, eyes darkening as he put his food down to hug her back. He had missed his sister greatly…he had loved her more then the others for she was always loyal to the Night Mother.
Loosing her…he had taken a turn for the worst; and being alone in silence had taken it's toll on his mind. Honestly he had no idea how she could stand being alone for years on end. He heard a few of the others sigh and make 'awww' noises under their breath, but he didn't think it was cute when the only person he trusted was shaking like a leaf in his arms. She may not be a child but he supposed being turned as a 13 year old would keep you stuck in that state of mind. He admitted; the whole family at Cheydinhal had spoiled her because of her youthful looks. It was hard not to when a child gave you 'The Eyes'.
"I missed you too, Amon. What say after dinner you show me and Mother around?" Little red eyes peeked up at him from where she had buried her face in his traveling tunic and stared at him for a second before her face broke into a wide, bright smile.
"Silly, silly Cicero. How can I show our Night Mother around? She has to stay in her coffin! But I will show you around so her dear Keeper can tell her all about it."