Time for chapter 4 and Diablos' POV. J

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Rated MA for violence, gore, language, and future sexual content. WARNING: MAJOR SPOILER ALERTS!

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When I awoke, I felt like I had the worst hangover in Skyrim. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry, and my stomach roiled. I looked around for something to drink and could see a stomach full of liquid. I opened it and smelt fresh water. I downed most of it and poured the rest over my head. It helped, and then I was able to survey my surroundings.

I was in some sort of abandoned shack. In the corner where the remains of what seemed like three bodies. I couldn't tell their races, but one looked to be a Khajit by the fur. A fire crackled, meaning that someone else was here. Or had been. No one living was here now, unless you counted the mouse scurrying in some spoiled hay under a broken table. I sat back on the bed, rubbing my neck. I felt a wound and tried to remember where I had gotten it. Then, it came back to me.

I had been in Alftand, searching for an Elder Scroll when that stupid bitch from the Dark Brotherhood shot me and paralyzed me. She had been so close and ready to kill me, but she hadn't. Why? Why can't anyone just finish me off. I was lost in thought whenever the only door suddenly opened and in came the fucking Khajit. She seemed disheveled, like she had been running for her life. She was panting, shaking, and looked about ready to cry. Had someone taken her milk? I smirked but then saw my chance. Finally deal with the nuisance the Brotherhood caused me.

I stood up and crept up behind her as quietly as I could. My boots thumped on the ground, but she was so upset over something that she didn't even hear me. The fool. A floorboard creaked, and then she whirled. I quickly grabbed her throat. It was then I saw her face. She was pretty…for a Khajit. My head then throbbed from all the beating she had done to it earlier, and my grip tightened around her scrawny neck.

My vision blurred for a moment, but I managed to focus. "Where the fuck am I, Khajit, and who the hell are you," I growled. I knew who she was, but I wanted to hear her say it. I want that fucking Khajit to admit to the murderer she is so that way when I go to kill her, she knows how gutless she really is.

In my anger, I could see I was strangling her. It didn't take much, but I wouldn't be able to get an answer out of her this way. She could hardly breath, never the less talk. Loosening my grip, she began to gulp in air. It humored me a little, but I didn't let it show. I literally held her life in my hands.

"How are you awake so soon," she croaked. Where was that milky sweet voice I had heard she possessed? I wanted to laugh, but I decided to play to my name. I growled at her and shoved her back against the door. I could see tears welling up in her blue eyes. I didn't feel I had pushed her that hard. Was she really that much of a weakling? Probably.

"That wasn't the question," I roared in her face, trying to scare and intimidate her. I was a little pissed she had shot me, and then given me this horrible migraine. I could see the fear in her face, and I felt accomplished. Then, that fear turned to anger and hate. I think I liked that look more. It made her a little bit more...erotic. I felt something stir in my stomach, but that was probably just because I was hungry.

She hissed and growled at me like a little cat. "I am the Listener, Orc! I am the master of the Thieves Guild, and I am your death!" My death? Oh, I couldn't keep it in anymore. I let out a booming laugh and that confused the fuck out of her.

"You're not the master of my death. I am, Khajit, or should I say, Listener?" I rolled my eyes at her. It wasn't like I hadn't heard someone say it before, but here she was, her life in my hands, and she had the gall to say she was the master of my death. I admired her ferocity, but then the little weasel slipped out of my grasp and before I could recover, she had that pig-sticker at my throat again. She pushed it to my skin, and I looked at her. The fire in her eyes...well, it turned me on a little.

"Do it," I said, serious. I had had so many threats these past few years, I just wanted someone to actually carry it out. "Kill me. You'd be doing the world a favor." I pushed against the knife, reopening my wound. It stung a little, I'll admit, but nothing I couldn't deal with. Hell, I had almost been gutted in my early years, and I still didn't let it show it hurt like fire.

She was staring at me again. She was looking directly into my eyes, like she was searching for my soul. What soul? Or maybe, my eyes unsettled her. I had that affect. Orcs never had blue eyes like mine. She suddenly hissed and threw the blade to the side. I would've never done that.

"FUCK! Why can't I kill you," she screeched at me. Why did women do that? "What is so amazing about you that I can't kill you? I have killed women, men, and children! I have shown no mercy to any living thing, and yet, I can't even slice your fucking throat! WHY?"

Haven't we all killed someone? But her words, they went straight to my heart. I often wondered that same question. Why was I so invincible? So unbreakable? I wasn't suffering, but for once, I'd like to be the one who was seriously injured. Everyone fell before my blade, and it was depressing how easy it was.

"I haven't found someone who's even come this close to killing me," I said, my voice serious, maybe a little sad. "I'd like to know why as well."

I couldn't look at her. She would see the sadness in my eyes, and I had already messed up showing her my weakness. She was quiet as well, and the silence was terrible. I'd rather her screech and yell at me.

"I am contracted to kill you. I have to. If I don't, I'll be betraying the Brotherhood and worse, the Night Mother. So, what am I to do?"

The Night Mother...I had heard of her. Wasn't she some dried up corpse the little milk drinkers worshiped? A bunch of bull if you ask me. I looked up at her and saw that she had walked over to the fire place. It was then I noticed the broken arrow in her shoulder. Ah, so that's why she was in pain when I slammed her in the door. I had to admit, she was pretty good at hiding her pain. I stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. The silence again. Fuck, I hated it.

I started to move towards her and she whirled around, all wild and crazy. I wanted to smile, but she was like a cornered animal. I held up my hands, trying to use a calming voice which was impossible for me. "Easy," I said. "I'm just going to help you get that arrowhead out." She narrowed her eyes at me. She was suspicious, and she had good reason to be.

"Why? Why help me?" Straight to the point, wasn't she? I smirked. Why did I want to help her? It wouldn't bother me one bit for her to stay in pain, but I hated the stupid silence that had brewed. And, I knew it was going to hurt like hell to get that arrowhead out. Payback for my migraine.

"Maybe I'm feeling a little bit of generosity for not killing me...yet," I lied smoothly. "Who knows, but either way, just shut up and let me help you." She stood there for a moment, calculating her next move. I could see her bunching her muscles to move. "I'm fine. I don't need your help," she said arrogantly. It irritated me a little. Here I was, offering to help and she was being stingy? Now I really wanted to hurt her. I pulled a dagger from my waist and this set her off. She hissed and took off like an arrow. I jumped at her, but she was too slippery. Damn cat. "Damn it, come here," I cursed, then saw her look at the thrown dagger in the corner. I moved and blocked her path. That really pissed her off, and she started to draw her bow. She was quick, but I was faster. I grabbed her, crushing her against my rough armor. The little bitch started to claw at my face, but I pushed my weight against her. We fell to the floor and I felt her loose her breath beneath me. While she was dazed, I dug my knee into her back. I know it hurt her, but I didn't really care. I was panting a little from trying to catch her. I gripped my dagger and then pushed it into the wound. She had been growling but it turned into a scream so loud that it hurt my ears. She only lasted a few seconds before she blacked out.

I was a little upset she had blacked out so quickly, but her screeching hadn't helped my migraine. I worked quickly, get the arrowhead out. It was only an iron arrow, but it didn't appear too rusty. I stood and walked to the fire. Heating my blade, I moved back to her and burned the wound shut. The smell of burning hair filled my nostrils, but it didn't bother me. I had burned down camps with bodies in it so many times, I couldn't count it.

I stood up, wiping my brow. Her blood was on my hands, but instead of enjoying it, it upset me a little. What the…I growled a little and started to walk to the door to go outside but stopped. I looked back at her. She lay on the floor, her face relaxed. She looked almost innocent laying there. I sighed and walked back to her. Picking her up, I was shocked at how light she was. Little stick. I tossed her on the bed, not gently at all. I wasn't that fucking sweet. Looking down at her, my eyes roved. I had never been with a Khajit before, so I wondered how that was. Hmm…Ah, look at me. Being a pervert.

I smirked at that and walked out. A bitch could try to kill me, and I'd still think about rolling in the hay with her. I walked a few paces from the door into the cold air. Kneeling down, I scooped up some clean snow. I got her blood off my hands and then I ate some snow. It helped my dry mouth and headache. Sitting there, I was surveying my surroundings when I heard a beastly version of a whinny. I stood and turned and was amazed. Before me stood a massive horse, black as night. His eyes were glowing red and he looked just as dangerous as he was beautiful.

I slowly walked up to him, whistling softly. He tossed his head, looking down at me while stepping back. I grabbed a branch of snow berries from a bush by my waist and offered them to him. His ears flicked back but he stopped backing up. I moved closer, inch by inch. Finally, I was able to touch him. He sniffed the berries, his breath rising up in steam. He then took the branch from me, munching noisily on it. I smiled and touched his neck. He lifted his head again, but didn't move. I began to stroke the muscular neck, admiring the steed, when he suddenly reared up, screaming. I looked around and could see an Orc walking up with a fresh wound on his face. As he got closer, I saw that he was missing an eye.

"Have you seen a Khajit," he asked, his voice rough. I crossed my arms, studying him. He looked every inch a bandit. "What Khajit," I replied. He growled at me. "Don't play dumb with my, mixed blood. I've followed her foot prints and blood up here. She took my eye, and I shot her. She slipped away and now I've come to take her life." An immense anger and hatred stirred inside of me. He had hurt…oh hell. I didn't even know her name. But it surprised me how pissed I was that he had shot her. I gave him a smooth smile, though I knew the fire burned in my eyes.

"Oh, that Khajit. Yeah, she's in the shack there." He stared at me, and for a moment, I thought he be stupid enough to challenge me. But then he turned and went to the shack. He drew a homemade dagger and stepped inside. I followed him, the arrowhead still in my hand. He saw her on the bed and started to creep forward. "Oh, wait," I said. He paused and turned towards me. I smiled. "You chose the wrong day to extract revenge." He started to say something, but never finished his sentence. Using the same arrowhead he had used to hurt the Khajit, I cut his throat. His blood sprayed out and then he fell. This time, I enjoyed the blood. I got a sick satisfaction killing him, more so than usual. I looked to the sleeping Khajit. Why did she affect me this way?

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And that's chapter 4! J It was a lot of fun to write these last two. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as we did writing it. Please remember to review!