"…AND SO CLAN INFAMOUS IS ONE OF THE FEW REMAINING CLANS TO ADVANCE TO THE NEXT LEVEL…GZZRT!" The announcement screen clicked off with a sound of static.
"Ah, fuck Clan Infamous! You ladies are far more interesting!" Kizor laughed as he sat in the hot tub with several prostitutes.
The tub sat on a balcony that was several dozen stories high. The rest of Archadia's tall, distinct buildings were slightly shorter.
"I'll be right back…" One of them, a younger girl with short pink-dyed hair whispered, and stepped out of the tub. He impolitely slapped her naked wet rear as he watched her go until he concentrated on the others.
As she walked into his kitchen and began looking for food, a shadow dropped from the ceiling behind her.
Suddenly she found herself pinned against the wall, and gagged.
"Sorry…but a contract's a contract." She heard a quiet, slow voice. She suddenly let out a muffled squeal as she felt the attack drive a dagger into her back. As her vision darkened, she felt herself fall to the ground as the intruder walked away.
"Where the fuck is Lisette?" Kizor suddenly cut off the conversation.
"I'll check on her, honey." Another one of the prostitutes stood and walked towards the kitchen with an irritable glance.
That glance turned from one of irritation to surprise as the sound of slicing was heard.
Everyone's attention was suddenly rapt as they saw her turn around, blood pouring from her mouth in pale surprise, a fatal slit in her stomach.
Suddenly, she was kicked, and her corpse fell into the tub.
The other prostitutes screamed as the water stained red, her intestines spilling out.
Before the first ever reached the door, she was swiftly decapitated. The second had a blade put into her heart. The final one was dragged off into the kitchen.
Kizor was unable to move as he heard her last screams and the sound of slicing and stabbing.
"AAHH!" He finally screamed and jumped out of the tub, making a run for the other door.
He was suddenly kicked in the face and thrown backwards against the railing.
"The real crime is that four of these…whores had to die with you." She finally appeared. Wearing a black stealth-based suit, she also had a cape. She wore a pair of black boots and fingerless gloves. She also wore a hood, covered in intricate designs of ebony and had a curious mask. Her face was covered except for her eyes and forehead, which only showed pure darkness. Kizor could just barely see two white dots where her eyes were.
"W-who are you?" He whimpered and crawled away.
"Why should I tell you? You're dead, anyway." She spoke with a northern accent.
"P-please have mercy, ma'am!" He continued groveling pathetically.
"Call me Naome...for the short amount of time you're going to live." She finally responded, and removed her hood. The mask dissipated into mist, showing her face. She had grey skin, clearly strong and tempered to withstand the harsh northern lands. A Dunmeri. Like all her kind, she had deep red eyes, wearing warpaint that shadowed around her eyes and drew a line downwards, ending at her neck with both sides. She was also completely shaved bald.
"W-why…why are you doing this?" Kizor continued crawling away, secretly aiming for the sword he always hid under that bench…
"…Can't you idiots ever figure it out? I. Am. Hired. By. People. To. Kill. Other. People. That better?" She sighed irritably, and spoke slowly and mockingly.
"Too bad you fail!" He grabbed the blade and drove it into her abdomen.
"Gah!" She gasped, dark blood flowing out of the wound as he removed the blade, stepping back.
"Yeah…didn't think your goddamn target would have a fucking sword, did you?" He laughed arrogantly.
"Ahh…" She gasped still, stepping back a few paces and finally dropping to her knees.
"Time to die, bitch. I know a few necromancers back home in Rabanastre. I'll make sure you get delivered." He laughed evilly, and swung the blade downwards at her head.
"I'll pass." She replied bluntly and dodged the blade just barely before disappearing into the shadows.
"Whaa—?" He was caught off balance, and tried to remove his blade from the floor.
"But you've got a date with the ground floor. Ciao!" She suddenly appeared again with a bow, an arrow already ready.
"No, wait wait wait NOOO!" He cried out as the arrow pierced his heart, letting a loud cry of protest as he toppled over the railing and fell over two hundred and thirty three stories.
"Asshole." Naome spat and limped away.
As she reentered the kitchen, she saw the first prostitute whimpered, the knife still in her back.
"Oh…still alive, are we? Sorry about the knife and all, but I hate witnesses. Those lead to my being arrested. And that's very bad." Naome sighed apologetically and removed the knife slowly, her letting out a groan of pain as she did.
"But I suppose there is one thing you can still do for me…" She whispered, and kneeled down beside her.
Lifting the dying woman's head, she slowly elongated her fangs.
"P-please…help me." She whispered, her last words striking deaf ears.
Naome bit into her neck, and drank her fill of the dying girl's blood.
Her eyes turned a darker red as she slaked her thirst, and finally returned to normal.
She sighed as she felt the wound heal, leaving only a slit in her suit.
"Well…goodbye. If the guards get here in time, they might save you. But morning's coming. They take you outside, especially with what I've infected you with…they'll want to kill you pretty quickly." Naome smiled knowingly at the girl and left hastily.
She clipped a grappling hook on the side and jumped off the opposite edge from where she threw Kizor.
Soaring through the air calmly, she used her free hand to pull a small black device from her pocket.
"…Yes, it's me. Yeah. Kizor's dead. Send the ship. And hurry up. Don't leave me hanging." She spoke quickly and put it away.
A few minutes later, a small black ship burst out of the sky and Naome jumped onto it, and entered the vacant cockpit.
"Mark…3032 down. Mercury, have Saturn collect the pay. Someone owes us gil." She strapped herself in and began flying away, the black ship undetected by any Archadian ships or soldiers.
"Of course." The voice crackled through the on-ship radio.
"Good." She smiled briefly, but returned to a scowl in a few seconds.