A/N: Thanks for the Favorite and Alerts... Reviews are greatly welcome. :D I'm debating on make a Zola/Grey Fox story.


The pain hit Myra immediately she shifted finding herself chained to the floor. She slowly cracked her eyes open scanning the room before she fully opened them.

"I don't think she is an assassin."

Myra looked towards a cracked door where the voice had come from.

"Why would she have been in the crypt then?"

Myra looked down noticing that whoever had caught her had stripped her of her armor and weapons, they had even found her hidden lock pick that she kept in her bra. Her arm was in so much pain, she reached up to touch it with her hand the chains scrapping against the brick as she moved. Her breath hissed between her teeth as the pain shot through body, her shoulder was dislocated. She shifted her body so she was against the wall, she took a deep breath as she pushed on her shoulder trying to force it back into socket. She screamed as it popped into place, the sting of pain becoming a dull ache. She laid her head back panting as the sweat dripped down her body.

"I see you awake finally."

She looked towards the door that was now open, a Khajiit stood in red robes the light catching his sharp teeth.

"So tell me…" he smiled waking towards her. "why were you in that crypt?" he knelt down next to her grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at his face. "Surely a pretty little think like yourself…" he ran his free hand up her thigh watching the path it made up her long legs. "would not be interested in someone as François." Myra jerked her leg away from his touch causing him to smirk and turn his attention back to her face. "You do not look like the assassin I saw." He turned her head to the side looking her over before he shoved his face into her hair. "You smell like the assassin, his sent is fresh." He licked the side of her neck. "The assassin is your lover perhaps." He whispered wrapping his hand around Myra's back and pulling her against him. "Which means he will come for you."

"Get off of me you fucking stray!" Myra brought her arms around to chock him but he caught the chains and pinned her to the ground forcing her thighs apart with his leg so he could hover over her.

"We are a feisty one." He smiled looking down at Myra.

"Get off of me!" she growled keeping her eyes locked on his as he smirked.

"What are you doing?" A female dark elf called from the door way.

"I'm just having a little fun." The Khajiit answered still looking at Myra.

"He said not to touch her."

The Khajiit rolled his eyes and pushed off of Myra and walked towards the elf. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." He hissed pushing the elf out of the room and shutting the door.

Myra slid herself back up to lean against the wall. The Khajiit turned to face her watching as she crossed her legs. "I'll be gentle." He whispered walking towards her, crouching down next to her and grabbing her ankle. He pulled her down until she was flat on her back and slowly ran his hand up her leg as he crawled between her legs. "Not fighting anymore?" he smirked as he cupped one of her breasts. "I find it interesting that the assassin has not killed you yet… I thought the Night Mother asked for your heart four months ago."

Myra turned her face away from his when he tried to kiss her. "What are you talking about?" she hissed pushing his face away from hers. The Khajiit laughed grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the floor as he ground his hips into hers.

"I said to leave her alone!"

Myra felt the Khajiit's weight leave her body immediately, she sat up just in time to see the door close. Myra fumbled with the chains trying to free herself she let out a frustrated groan when the chains didn't give. She laid her head back against the wall thinking over what the Khajiit had said.

"Myra"

"Fox?" she squinted into the shadows searching for him.

He walked out scanning the room his cowl hiding his face as he crouched down beside her and picked the locks of her chains.

"Is Lucien with you?"

"No he doesn't know I'm here, he's still with Glistel and Malintus. I did not know if it was wise to bring him."

Myra nodded rubbing her wrist once Fox freed them from the cuffs.

"We need to go… now, someone is coming." He pulled Myra to her feet pulling her towards the window where he had broken the bars. He boosted her up to the ledge, Myra grabbed it pulling herself up and sliding out the window. "Here take my cloak." Fox whispered pulling his cloak off and wrapping around her shoulders.

"Do you have a horse?" Myra whispered closing the cloak.

"One better I have a carriage." He smiled wrapping an arm around her waist and helping her as she limped towards the carriage.

"What did they do to you?"

"I have no idea I was knocked out… thank the Nine."

Fox shook his head as he helped her into the carriage.

"Who were those people?" Myra looked up at him tucking her hair behind her ear.

He leaned forward gently grabbing he chin and looking at her face. "I'm not sure… You don't remember anything they did to you?"

"No… Why is it that bad?"

He nodded touching her neck. "You're covered in bruises… and cuts."

Myra searched her memory only to come up empty. "The last thing I remember is Francois and then… nothing… just black..."

"It's a spell." He sighed reaching in his bag and pulling out a water container and a rag. "I think it may have something to do with the man who attacked you in the hotel. They are assassins."

Myra's heart dropped and her breathing quickened. "So it's true."

"What's true?" Fox looked up at her as he poured the water onto a rag.

"There was a Khajiit… he said something about the Night Mother wanting my heart."

Fox stopped and looked up at her.

"He asked why Lucien hadn't killed me yet."

"No he was trying to break you." Fox shook his head. "Lucien would not do that nor would the Night Mother."

"Are you sure?"

"She gave me her word Myra… she promised upon Sithis…" he shook his head. "She is not lying to us."

"Then why would he say that to me… How would he know who I was?"

"I don't know…" he sighed wiping the dirt from her face. "I need to speak with the Night Mother about this."


Lucien stood outside of Chorrol leaning against the huge wall with his hood covering his face, his mouth and chin the only thing visible from the dark shadows of the hood. He looked up at the sound of the carriage approaching. He pushed off the wall when he saw the Fox step out of the carriage reaching his hand out to Myra.

"What happen?" he gasped when he saw Myra's bloody and bruised body.

"We don't know yet."

"I'm fine Lucien." Myra sighed pulling his hand away from her face.

"She doesn't remember what happened… I assume they washed her memory."

Myra flinched when Lucien punched the carriage door. "It's that damn Mythic Dawn cult."

"Mythic Dawn?" Myra whispered pulling his hood down so she could see his face.

"They're a Daedric cult, they worship Mehrunes Dagon."

"What would they want with me?"

He shook his head. "I'm not sure. They have been trying to find a way to the Night Mother for centuries… but why didn't they just take me?"

"Lucien you need to stay with Myra while I'm gone… I need to go speak with the Night Mother."

Lucien nodded taking Myra's hand.

"I will let you know what we find out." Fox kissed Myra's forehead before he climbed back into the carriage.

Lucien wrapped an arm around Myra's waist pulling her against him. "You don't remember anything?"

She shook her head.


Myra stood in front of the mirror running her hands over the marks all across her body. She could see the visible hand marks around her throat, her thighs, and arms… everywhere. Lucien walked up behind her following the trail of her hands across her body.

"Does it hurt?" he whispered resting his head on her shoulder and looking at her face in the mirror.

"Surprisingly no." she smiled looking up at his reflection in the mirror. "How long was I in that place?"

"A little less than week."

"A week!" Myra sighed shaking her head. "I thought it was only a day."

"No." he frowned touching along a large gash that ran up the front of her thigh. "The healer will be here soon." He turned away grabbing a blanket from the bed and wrapping it around her.


"You promised me you would deny the request for Myra!" Fox shouted pointing at the spirit.

"And I have." The Night Mother replied folding her arms.

"Then why would the Khajiit say such a thing? Is that why you have Lucien guarding her?" he glared at her from under his cowl.

"Absolutely not!" she growled waving her hand in front of her. "She is Lucien savior! The key to keeping him alive when the time comes."

"Yes you've told me this." Fox sighed sitting down on the stairs and rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

"She is tied to Lucien, she is part of our family as are you." The spirit moved closer to him. "I protect my family."

"What about Zola? She trusted you and you betrayed her!"

"I did not betray her Corvus! What happen to Zola was out of my hands… I tried to protect her."

Fox shook his head pulling the cowl off and running his hand through his hair.

"I know you loved her but there was nothing I could do… I tried to protect Zola the best I could but you knew how she was… she would have done anything to keep Myra alive. You may have lost Zola by Myra still remains."

Fox sighed fighting away the emotions that were trying so hard to surface as old memories filled his mind.

"I will not allow what happen to Zola to happen to Myra, that is why Lucien is with her."

"Do you still see her?" the spirit looked down to the ground. "Does she still come to you?"

The spirit shook her head. "I haven't seen her since the last time five years ago Corvus."

"I still see her… Every time I close my eyes." He smiled. "The way she looked in front of the fire with Myra wrapped in her arms…"

The spirit reached out taking one of his hands and holding it in her own. "She loved you Corvus more then she would have ever let you know."

He looked up at the spirit the coldness of her touch on his skin sending shivers through his body. "I know."

"Do not worry about Myra, she is strong like her mother and with Lucien by her side they are an unstoppable force."


"Thank you." Lucien smiled as he shut the door behind the mage.

Myra laid in the bed fumbling with her necklace, running her fingers over the fox's green eyes as she stared at the shadows the fire was making on the ceiling.

"Are you feeling better?" Lucien smiled pulling the blankets back so he could climb under them with her.

Myra rolled on her side to face him waiting till he was under the blankets to mold her body against his. "Minus the headache I always get from healing magic… I feel fine." She smiled draping a leg between his.

Myra's steady breathing lulled Lucien into his own darkness.

Myra could hear the sound of muffled voices just before there was a knock on their door. "Lucien…" she whispered running her hand down her his face. He quickly opened his eyes and looked over at Myra. "There's someone at the door."

His brow pushed together in confusion as he slid out from Myra's arms and pulled a shirt on, grabbing one of his daggers from the vanity as he headed to the door. "Give me your name!" he called readying the dagger.

There was a frustrated groan from behind the door. "It is I Lucien…" Lucien looked at the door questioningly. "Ocheeva you fool!"

He pulled the door open and glared at her. "It would have been easier if you would have just said your name." she rolled her eyes and pushed past him. "Like I have your voice memorized!"

"I bring word from the Grey Fox."

Myra slid to the edge of the bed holding the blanket to her chest keeping her body hidden behind it. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine." Ocheeva smiled. "He sent word that the Night Mother wishes to see you both."

"That can't be right." Lucien walked behind her putting the dagger back on the vanity. "She never sees any one in person unless it is something that could jeopardize the Brotherhood."

"Well apparently it's important enough that she wishes to speak with you both."

"Myra isn't even part of the Brotherhood she is a thief."

"Sithis give me patience." Ocheeva groaned turning to Lucien. "I was asked by Vincente to bring the message to you both that is all the details I have for you."

"Just give us a minute to dress and we will meet you downstairs." Lucien motioned for her to leave.

Ocheeva slipped out the door pulling it closed behind her.

"Why would the Night Mother want to see us?" Myra whispered looking over at him as he ran his hands through his hair.

He shook his head glancing up at her. "It has to be something dire if she wishes to meet us in person."