AN: okay, guys here we go. In the last chapter we had a little insight in Brynjolf, in this we more focus on Missy, who will have her revenge for her stolen necklace. Hope you like it. Please R&R

Since this has became something bigger (at least in my head) than a oneshort, I`ll try to make updates weekly, but I don`t know if I can keep that pace up.

2nd encounter

A few days later – in a cavern somewhere near Dawnstar

"Hey, guys, I`m back… everything ok around here? Oh, Nazir how are you?", Missy said walking in the main room of the dark brotherhood`s new sanctuary. Nazir was sitting at a table, offering her a puzzled look.

"hmm, well kind of ok… how was your trip?", he said, still eying her suspiciously. "Successful!" Missy claimed happily and sat down beside Nazir. "I have the whole amount of money, and had no problems…"

"Well, about here…" Nazir started carefully. He did not want to ignite an outburst of fury, for which Missy was well known for. At least not if there wasn`t anyone else around on whom Missy could vent her anger. He had once been the victim of her frustration and honestly it could be really intimidating.

"ohhh, Cicero is happy to see that the Listener is back in one piece…", the Jester exclaimed, suddenly appearing behind them.

"oh, Cicero, thank you and yeah it is nice to be back", Missy said smiling to him. Cicero was a bit stunned at that since it was not the normal kind of conversation he usually had with the Listener, so he quickly disappeared again. That was what she usually told him to do, anyway.

Nazir looked equally disbelieving. "Missy, is really everything ok with you?"

The woman in question took a bite of an apple, she found on the table and answered: "Sure, why not? What did you want to tell me before?" Nazir still found this situation surreal, but thought it wasn`t his business. "That novice, Perm, he got himself killed on a mission.", he told her as a matter of fact.

"oh, that is a pity for him. Was he successful before dying?", Missy asked, taking another bite of her apple, apparently not very much bothered.

"No, actually he fucked up greatly…" By now, she should have jumped up and started yelling…

"ok, then we need to send someone else." Missy said, totally calm.

"Yeah, that was what I thought. I `ll be gone in two days…" Nazir eyed the girl beside him closely and couldn`t hold back anymore.

"Missy, I`ve been knowing you for a long time now… since you joined the brotherhood actually, but you have never ever in this whole time asked me how I`m feeling. To be honest, you have never been someone I would have considered being nice. Under normal circumstances, you tell Cicero to shove off, when he just opens his mouth… and telling you someone has fucked up greatly usually makes you having an outburst that raises hell. "

Missy considered his words for a moment. She really was different. She already noticed that herself. Since that night in Markath, she had been in a good mood, nearly happy. But she was a dark, dangerous and intimidating assassin – not someone who was happy.

"I don`t know Nazir, I feel relaxed. Everything is going smoothly at the moment… and I actually had a good night`s rest in Markath", she said shrugging and tossed away the rest of her apple.

Missy was actually quite sure that her good mood lately had nothing to do with the quality of her sleep, but with her encounter with that bloody thief. Even the next morning when she found her necklace gone, she couldn`t really bring herself to be angry. Ok, she would have ripped him into pieces, if he`d still been there, but it seemed she underestimated him.

On the other hand, she couln`t just let this matter rest… After all he damaged her reputation as the most dangerous assassin in Skyrim. That needed punishment… and so there would most definitely be a second encounter. She liked that thought.

"Whatever it is, you did in Markath. I recommend you to do it more often, I kind of like the nice Missy…" Nazir said, handing her a bottle of mead, she seemed to search.

"Whatever it is she did…? She had sex. I can smell that. Welcome back Missy, by the way." Babette said walking into the room. She had heard their voices back in her room and wanted to check what was up.

Nazir debated with himself, if he should dare to ask, but decided:" That`s none of my business and I`m not even sure, if I wanted to know that."

"But I wanna know every dirty detail…" Babette said smiling. She looked for a stool, but there were only two, and those were occupied, so she sat on the edge on of the table. That was rather cute, because of her childish body, she had to jump up there, and now her legs were swinging in the air.

"Like I would tell you…" Missy said to the small vampire girl.

"Oh come on, I may look like a child, but I`m far older than you!" Babette exclaimed.

Missy looked at her and then changed not really subtle the topic:" I guess we need some furniture. I cannot make the novices sleep on the floor forever and I dearly miss taking a good hot bath… I`m already freezing again. Who got that insane idea of building a sanctuary in ice?!"

Nazir smiled lightly at that comment. That was the Missy he knew. "How the hell, did you survive in Skyrim all this time, if you are always cold? But for furniture, you could ask that thief again, you know, Delvin Mallory, you already met him once. He`s not only good at selling stuff, but also at getting stuff. How is our financial situation?"

Missy considered what Nazir just said. Meeting Delvin meant that she would need to go to Rifton. She smiled. "Good enough. I`ll make a list what we need. Do you have any special wishes?"

Babette jumped down from the table, happily exclaiming:" I want a new alchemy lab. I`m kind of afraid the table I`m now using will break down any time soon."

"Ok, I`ll be going in a few days. At least in Rifton it`s not as cold as here…" Missy said, walking to her room to prepare.

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Sometime later – in Riften

It had been 5 days now. 5 days since he got that damn message. At first he had thought nothing of it. It wasn`t unusual that couriers brought him messages. Lots of businesses were made that way. What unnerved him was the content: " I am watching you" signed only with a black hand.

Brynjolf sighed. He wasn`t stupid, he knew want that ment. This assassin girl was out there somewhere, seeking revenge for her necklace. He wanted to beat himself for his recklessness. She made it very clear that she wasn`t to be messed with, and yet he did. He hadn`t even sold that necklace yet. By the way, why on earth had he given her his name? oh yeah, he wasn`t thinking with his brain…

With this troubled thoughts Brynjolf slowly made his way to the Riften marketplace, when suddenly he caught from the corner of his eye a black shadow hurrying over the cemetery. Brynjolf froze on the spot, very nervous even more so than before. This was insane, it could have been anyone. For example one of his guild mates. But he couldn`t bring himself to fully believe that. Maybe the point of that bloody assassin lass was not to kill him, but to drive him insane?
Feeling quite awkward, he made his way to his stand.

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What Brynjolf didn`t knew, was that this wasn`t so far from the truth. Only a few meters away, sat Missy smiling silently to herself and hiding behind a building.

She would have never killed that man, not because of a simple necklace. Her services were far more expensive and she hadn`t have such a nice night in some time, and considering that, it was little compensation. But she didn`t intended telling him that…

No, what she was doing here now was payback. On one hand, she simply had a vengeful nature. Her pride just couldn`t leave him be. On the other hand this was about control. She wanted to show this f**** thief, just who was in control of the situation.

And after all, maybe she had also a little fun toying with him. Only seeing him this morning had made her a bit giddy, for she remembered their last encounter. Well, this one was going to end far less pleasant for him. She fully intended to scare the shit out of him. To make clear that she was the big bad wolf here, and he would be helpless little red riding hood. That thought let her smile grow wider.

Missy dared a look on the marketplace. He already stood behind one stand and arranged some bottles there, from the look of them with portions. What kind of a thief was selling portions?

But her actions seemed to have been already successful. He was glancing around nervously.

She quietly thanked Astrid for her wonderful idea with the messages. It wasn`t all cheap, but always effective. May Sithis be merciful on her soul.

Silently she climbed on the building in front of her and sneaked around the roof. With little effort she got from building to building. Until she was on one behind Brynjolf and disappeared there in the shadows again. She would do that every hour or so, always changing her position. She could have been far more discrete, but she wanted to be seen. And it seemed that she was accomplishing her goals. Some people were turning their heads after her and she knew that this Brynjolf was too. As time passed, he became even more nervous, not paying any attention to possible customers, but scanning the rooftops, if he could see her.

It was nearly midday now, and Missy was done scrambling the rooftops. It was very uncomfortable and she was getting bored. Time to take the next step.

She pulled her hood deeper, so the only thing people could see were her red eyes. She knew by experience that it was enough to get people tremendously scared. Slowly she walked to a bench near the marketplace, form were she would have a good sight. No one really paid attention to her, though she was fully clothed in a dark brotherhood armour. And those who gave her a more closely look, hurried away. That was what she liked about Riften, beside the non-existent snow, people here had a good sense of what was their business and more importantly what wasn`t.

Delighted by her change of location, she stretched her legs in the sun and made eye contact with her favourite thief. He did not seem to be so delighted. In fact he started to sweat and because it wasn`t that warm, Missy assumed it was cold sweat. He was exactly where she wanted him. He was regretting stealing from her with gaze they shared.

She sat there about 20 minutes or so, when a customer stepped into her sight of Brynjolf. She used that moment to retreat into the shadows. If that was possible, it left him even more unnerved.

Carefully sneaking around the town again, Missy made her way to the sewers. She had already been there once and knew what to expect but entering them made her wrinkle her nose. Maybe she was too spoiled for a place like this. With caution she made her way to the so called "Ragged Flagon". Well, ragged indeed… It was a bit sad to leave her little scared thief behind, but after all she was here for business and she was quite sure that after a day like this, he would need a stiff drink.

Within the tavern Missy stayed in the shadows at first. There was no need to raise attention to her since she was a non-expected guest and she didn`t know if Brynjolf had talked about her. She scanned the place to find Delvin Mallory. He sat on the first table near to her and watched his mead. Deliberately she scurried to him, taking the seat opposite to him, without anyone noticing.

When after a minute or so, he still wouldn`t look up, Missy coughed quietly. A bit of attention was obviously needed. Delvin took in a deep breath, looking at her taken aback, but then recognized her from their first meeting. Missy couldn`t supress a smug grin.

"Duh! Well that`s one hell of a surprise, never thought to see ya again… What brings you to visit my humble self?"

Missy leaned in a bit over the table, she didn´t want anybody to listen to them, but was still sure some people would. All gossiping those thieves…

"I need certain things. I was told you could get them." She said, trying to hold on her menacing aura. "What kind of things?" Delvin asked seemingly unaffected. It wasn`t his first business with the brotherhood, you get used to them over the years.

"I made a list" Missy said, handing him the sheet of paper. Delvin took it and quickly ran over the page. "Well, that`s quite a list. Uhh, a whip…?! And a bathtub… and some banners?! That`s a whole new inventory." He pointed out, now interested. "What`s going on with you guys?"

Missy debated whether she should tell him about the recent events. She knew he had been with the brotherhood in the past and Astrid told her that they shared a history, but never revealing any details. She decided that he could at least know the facts.

"Well, in short: We had to move, `cause we had a little dispute with the Penitus Oculatus. They found the sanctuary, killed most and burned it to the ground." She looked in Delvin`s shocked face. She hadn`t talked about it since, especially not with an outsider she barely knew.

"Who survived?" Delvin asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. "Only three of us. Nazir, Babette and me. That makes us very busy at the moment." She tried to lighten the mood again a bit.

"Like it or not. That`s the way life goes. I will get ya your stuff. C`mon let`s have a good drink on their damned souls. Vekel! Get us some of your brandy" Missy wanted to refuse, but Delvin seemed as if he was not to be stopped. "So, you`re going to fetch it here or shall I bring it to you, that would cost extra of course."

"I`d like you bring it to Dawnstar. Check in at the Inn there. I will find you then." Missysaid and retrieved a purse from her belt, completely filled with septims.

"Those are 20,000 septims. It will be more than enough to compensate your expanses." Delvin took the purse from her, weighted it in his hand and gave a small whistle.

"You may had quite some misfortune. But broke you certainly not… I suppose that makes you the new leader?!" And there came their drinks. With catching a look at the purse, the bartender gave Missy a surprised glance, but then retreated. He obviously didn`t want to disturb a business so profitable.

Delvin raised his glass and said:" Honour to the dead ones. May Sithis be with them." Missy nodded her agreement and then took a sip form her glass. Ugh, that burned her throat…

Just when they finished the details of the job. Urgent steps could be heard, approaching the tavern.

"Delvin! I need your help. I guess I really fucked something up." Brynjolf said. As he wanted to sit on a stool next to Delvin, he first spotted Missy and all colour left his face. He really was a miserable sight, she nearly pitied him, if she would have been capable of that.

Quickly Missy took, another sip of her drink to hide her grin, while Brynjolf was frozen to the spot. What could have become an awkward situation was quickly solved by Delvin, he invited Brynjolf to sit next to him and said: "Hey! Brynjolf, may I introduce you. This is… ahh, what was your name again, young mistress?! Anyway she is the current leader of the Dark Brotherhood. She sought out our services." Missy chuckled at his words. No one had ever called her mistress, but she had to admit she kind of liked it.

"My name is Missy", she said playing absolutely innocent. Brynjolf had by that point taken a seat, but was nowhere near recovering from his shock.

Missy concluded that he had suffered enough and was about to take her leave.

"Well Delvin, I gotta go. I`m busy as I told. When do you think you can meet me?"

"Give me 2 weeks to retrieve your stuff and another one to get to Dawnstar."

"That`s all right. I`ll be looking forward to it. Has been nice to meet you again", Missy said, trying to be as sweet as she could. Then she left.

Brynjolf watched her going away. It took him another 5 minutes to restore himself.

"This is surreal. I need a drink and then I will tell you a story"