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Bloodstained Smiles
The Sins of the Unworthy

"You don't look happy."

"I am not happy," she answered honestly. The marketplace was open, and now the two of them just tried to blend in. They had left Cicero at the Sanctuary (the decision was easily made as he refused to leave Mother), and now she and Trond was making their way towards the Ratway. "I think they already know we're here."

"Are they going to attack us?"

"No… But they might accuse us of thievery. They usually throw enemies in jail if they are up to no good. This whole city is corrupt and we need to be careful." She opened the door that led into the sewers, and with a look of disgust, Trond followed her.

He threw off his blue cloak to show his new armor. "Just another reason to prefer the Imperial City. But I should scare them off as long as you take the word."

Babette copied his action, and was now wearing a black dress with a matching hood. On the back of the dress there was a big, red handprint to symbolize the Brotherhood. Her hair had been removed from her face by making a small braid that just touched her shoulders.

"I hope at least some of them will take my side, though I don't believe we will be met by a warm welcome. But we are here for business, and that is something they respect."

Trond glanced suspiciously at their surroundings while they made their way towards The Ragged Flagon. "And I thought we lived in filth. This place is disgusting. Do the thieves smell as bad as their home?"

"You seem to forget that I once lived here," Babette replied sourly. They crossed the wooden bridge and reached the area where Babette had been assaulted by the Lowlife the first time she had entered the sewers. "Don't insult them while they can hear us. They don't take such things lightly."

"They're thieves - they should be used to it. Back in time, when I had a home, I was once visited by a thief. Do you know what I did to him?" He let out a dry chuckle and strolled ahead of her. "Folk still say the house is haunted." He opened the door that led into tavern and held it for her. "Ladies first."

Babette had expected screaming and yelling once she entered what used to be her home. But to her surprise, she was not the one to be yelled at.

"JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE SOME COWARDLY SKEEVERS WHO ARE TOO BLIND TO SEE THAT THEY ARE NOTHING BUT PUPPETS-!"

"That's enough, lady," Dirge growled, basically showing the Wood Elf towards the door. "Or I'll make you regret coming here."

"I ALREADY REGRET WASTING MY TIME ON STUPID LOWLIVES LIKE YOU! Hands off me!" she growled and took a step away from the lookout. "GO ROT IN YOUR STINKING SKEEVERHOLE!"

She was about to storm past the two newcomers when she realized just who she was looking at. Her expression became a grimace of confusion when she stared at Babette, but the next second Dirge's hand pushed her out of the doorway and slammed the door closed.

"Elves," he muttered until he too truly noticed the guests. Babette smiled at him. "You-!"

"-am here for Dark Brotherhood business," she said in a smooth voice, locking eyes with him. "I need to talk with Delvin."

"Not gonna happen. You aren't welcome here." He crossed his arms, looking down at the both of them. "Sod off before I'll make you."

"Let's just wait a minute and think about what we are doing." In a swift movement, Trond was standing before the child. "For what we know, thieves like money. We have money. We want a deal. Of course we just witnessed your charming way of dealing with customers, but we aren't backing off that easily. It would seem that both of our guilds would gain benefits from working together."

At his words, Babette widened her eyes. Clearing her throat, she said, "Not that we are here for a partnership - we are here to make a deal. With Delvin. Where is he?"

As her eyes glanced down towards the bar, she realized how much things had changed here. Her room… the bed was gone, the wall was gone… Instead there was a blacksmith shop. In the three other alcoves, merchants had now taken up the space. "I see you haven't missed me," she muttered under her breath.

Of course Vekel the Man was the person with the most customers. Babette could spot Tonilia, Vex, Thrynn and Delvin by the bar.

"Let the girl pass, my friend," Trond said with a false smile. "The sooner we get the deal done, the sooner we will leave."

"I ain't your friend."

"No man of manners, are we?"

"Just let us through, Dirge," Babette demanded with a strained voice. "We aren't here to stay."

With a huff, the lookout moved out of the way. "Good. Because people don't want you here. Not after what you did."

At the comment, Babette froze. Staring at Dirge, she growled, "And just what did I do?"

"We know the truth now. No reason to play innocent."

"You are just as dumb as people say, do you know that?"

"Forgive my sister's words," Trond cut them off. "Our journey was not pleasant, and I am sure this must be an… emotional meeting for all of you."

The Nord squinted as he looked him over. "If anger counts as an emotion-"

"It does," the vampire replied before shoving Babette forwards. "Manners," he hissed into her ear. "I trusted you to do this right."

"Alright, alright," she muttered before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. It was time to do this. With a straight back and a face without any trace of emotion, she took place in the chair in front of Delvin. Very aware of the fact that all the other thieves were staring at her, she was surprised when Delvin did not react at her presence.

Vex, on the other hand, did. "Looks like the orphanage forgot to lock its doors. Or was it the jail?"

"I'm a customer-"

"And you know that not all can just wander in here. If this was my decision, you would be-"

"'nough, Vex," Delvin sighed. "A deal with the Dark Brotherhood has never harmed the Guild. The girl ain't here to beg for forgiveness, if that's what you fear."

"There's no need to beg," Babette spat through gritted teeth. "I did nothing wrong. But that's not why I am here. I have a new home now, and I need you to… tidy it up."

Delvin looked older than the last time she had seen him. But he was still sitting with a tankard in his hand, so there was nothing new. "Do yer friend need a seat?" he asked, gesturing towards Trond, how as standing behind her chair.

"I think he will head for the bar. And if it is not too much to ask for, I would prefer a little more private table. These comments annoy me."

"Wouldn't want to kid to get offended," he huffed. "You know what privacy means here-"

"I am just asking if we could choose a table a bit farther from the others."

"Look out, Del - she may try to assassinate you," Thrynn called from his place.

Babette looked over her shoulder to hiss at me. "You better pray we don't receive a contract on any of you, for if we were here to kill, you would not be able to stop us."

"Is that a threat, vampire?" Dirge asked, who had now joined the others.

"You could at least try and use your eyes." She pulled down her hood. "No fangs. I just grew a little older."

"Still a damn kid," Vex said with narrowed eyes. "With a child's brain."

Babette had to bit the inside of her cheek to keep silent, and Delvin muttered, "I see what you mean." He then left his chair, and Babette followed him. They now sat at the table furthest away from the bar, and when Babette turned her head, she could see the calm water. "Is he a bodyguard or a brother?"

"Brother," she answered. "But I figured it would be safest if I did not come here alone. Have you been expecting me?"

"The plan was that if you fled here, Brynjolf would have found a family somewhere in Tamriel."

"How sweet of him," Babette said with a bitter voice. She wondered where the red-haired thief was. "But I made my own Family."

"I see. So how many has joined?"

"I won't share that knowledge."

The thief had placed paper and a quill on the table. "You want me to fix yer new home? Where are you holding up?"

"The Dawnstar Sanctuary. Let's just say that the place has not been used in over a century, and that can be seen."

"Dawnstar, eh? Must be cold. What will you need?"

With a smile, Babette read up from the mental list she had made. "Bedrooms, a kitchen, an alchemy lab with a small garden, an arcane enchanter somewhere, oh and Trond wants a torture chamber."

Delvin wrote down her wishes with an amazing speed. "What about a secret entrance? Won't want such an accident to happen twice. A secret tunnel and you'll be a step in front of the Penitus Oculatus."

"I don't believe we'll need it, but you can never be too sure. Will it lead outside Dawnstar? That way, we can avoid the guards."

"Can do," the thief said, scribbling down another word. "So, how will ya pay for all this?"

Babette loosened the purse from her belt and put it on the table. "We've already finished our first contract-"

Delvin weighed it with his eyes, and then asked, "How much is there?"

"500-"

"Don't humiliate yourself, kid," Delvin growled. "I am hoping that's a lie."

"I was planning to offer a letter of credit. Look, if we get the Sanctuary done, the business will flower. I will pay you back in no time-"

Delvin stood up from his chair and shook his head. "Letters of credit only work with trustworthy buyers."

"I am not a liar!" Babette shrieked. "You knew who I was! I did not tell the others about my past, yes, but I did what you asked! I never broke my part of the deal - you did!"

The thief threatened her with a shaking finger near her face. "Don't lecture me, kid. I ain't in the same mood as the others, but I won't lose any more coin on you. Do ya think the others were happy when they found out 'bout our deal? I almost got thrown out, and then I had to travel to Markarth, buy the boy out of the jail and get him a new horse." He paused, thinking about his words. "You owe us a horse."

"I was attacked! By wolves! It was only by luck I survived my escape, and what would you have had me do? Stay with Rune in Markarth and let the Penitus Oculatus take me?"

"If you can't pay, this ain't the place for ya. You know how things work down here."

"How much will it cost? Without the second entrance and the torture chamber?"

"Roughly 'bout 10,000."

Babette dropped her jaw. "You are overcharging me!"

"What you're askin' about ain't cheap. Ya should get out before Vex grow tired of yer friend."

"When the Dark Brotherhood is restored, we'll have more money than you'll dream of! Just give us a chance - an investment and I'll pay you double. I need this, Delvin! If Astrid had asked you, you would have said yes-"

"Let me tell ya somethin'," Delvin growled and poked her in her chest. "You're tellin' yourself a big, ugly lie. The Brotherhood is dead. It died with Astrid, and you know it."

The words left Babette absolutely stunned. She opened her mouth to retort, but found that she had nothing to say. She had given the journals to Delvin - she had figured that he had read them. Then why did he not understand that Astrid had not loved him?

And he was wrong. They had to Night Mother, they had a Keeper, they had assassins, they had a Sanctuary. The future was looking bright, and how was he to say that it would not work? He was probably just pissed off and acted like a child! Yes; that was what they all were - childish.

Fuming of anger, Babette stood up. "The Dark Brotherhood is alive. And you will regret rejecting us!" Oh, she was done with begging and pleading. With an angry movement, she grabbed her purse.

"I take that as a cue to leave. It was a pleasure, my ladies," Trond declared, leaving a few coins on the desk and narrowly avoided a slap from Vex. Grabbing the child's shoulder, he practically led her out. "We know the way out," he told Dirge who had started to follow them.

The vampire slammed the door after them as they left The Ragged Flagon. "Well, that went well."

"Those - those stupid thieves!" Babette hissed, and a hiccup followed her words.

"Oh, for Talos' sake, brush those tears away. You look pathetic."

"They are from anger," she sniffed. "He refused. I offered a letter of credit, and he refused! We would have made that amount of money in no time, but he would not give us the chance! And 10,000 coins! That's practically theft!"

"You could have turned on your charm. I saw what you did with Cicero."

"This is something different! By Sithis, I've lived with these people! They are unreasonably treating me like a criminal, and I won't start begging! I won't give them that satisfaction!" she growled, trying to understand how she had been able to hug the thieves months ago. Back then, they had been her family. Now… now they would not even let her speak for her innocence. "How did your attempt go?"

"A little more mead and some hours, I could have worked out a deal. My charm-"

"-will bring you nowhere with Vex. Trust me. And her thoughts mean a lot here. Probably because they are so loud," she added in a murmur. Smacking her forehead against a wall, she bit her lip.

Trond seemed a bit calmer, though he too felt upset by the news. "So, any backup plan? Or should I flee from Skyrim before things get ugly?"

"Things are ugly. And they will regret this. The Guild has worked together with the Brotherhood in the past - when they reject us now it's an offence!"

"As fun as it could be to teach this Dirge some manners, I don't think I fight will help us now."

"Of course not." Babette finally turned away from the wall, sighed, and looked at Trond. "I may have an idea, but I won't say it's good. It's a shot in the dark, really, but it might work. And if it does, they will be pissed, which can be counted as a plus. As long as we get what we need, I don't care if they will hold a grudge."

"Do what is the plan? If we have to travel to Solitude, I am leaving you behind. No more sweet big brother scenes - their sweetness make me feel sick."

"The women loved it, and that's what you wanted, so don't complain." She rubbed her temples. "I need to think things through before we try it this way. If this goes wrong, we need a fast way out of Riften. If I know them right, they've told her everything, and I don't know if that has changed her mood. Let's just stay at The Bee and Barb for tonight."

"You might do that - I'll definitely visit Haelga's Bunkhouse."

Babette rolled her eyes. "Pervert. At least the Temple of Dibella has something classy about it; Haelga is just a whore."

"Such bad words coming from a little girl. Who taught you that? The thieves or the assassins?"

"There's nothing classy about Haelga - even the boys in the Guild knew the stay away."

"She must long for a man, then. I can cheer her up." After having crossed the bridge, they found another person in the sewers. She was sitting on the ground, and Babette wrinkled her nose when she realized how dirty the floor was. It was the Dunmer who had been yelling when they had entered The Ragged Flagon. Babette recognized her by the war paint and the hair that had been cut into a Mohican. She gave them a sour glance as they passed by. Trond stopped for a moment, while Babette continued walking. "Here," he said and threw some coins onto her lap.

The Bosmer narrowed her eyes. "Do I look like a beggar to you?"

"You look like you could use a bottle of mead," he said, shrugging.

"True. Thank you, darling," she spat, but picked up the money.

With a last smile, Trond followed Babette and stepped outside. "Here," Babette said and handed him the cloak they had hidden in a barrel while visiting the Guild.

"A shame to hide that leather."

"Shut up. Oh, for someone low on coin, you are chucking money about."

"If your words are true, I'll earn them all back."

Night had fallen upon Riften while they had been underground, and Trond seemed to enjoy the moonlight. "It's such a shame to spend this fine evening indoors."

"I doubt Haelga will have an outdoors session," Babette answered, opening the door to step inside The Bee and Barb. No way that she was spending her night in the Bunkhouse. She had once overheard Vipir say that Haelga shrieked like cat when she was very pleased. She could live very well without hearing that sound.

The Bee and Barb was not crowded, though it was not quiet either. Babette had been here before, and knew that their apple pie was very good. But tonight she was not going to beg for a treat. Their money could be better spent! But apparently not in the Ratway - stupid Delvin!

"Are you going to buy supper?"

"No."

"You're going to be hungry, but then you won't dare to complain."

"I lost my appetite, alright?"

"Understandable - you weren't kidding about the smell."

"Will you rent the rooms - or room?"

He found his purse. "Wouldn't want it to look suspicious, dear sister."

Babette found a seat and watched him go to the bar. She held back a sigh. If they did not improve their home, Trond would leave eventually. And then things would just fall apart. Cicero was a great Keeper (who else would in their right mind oil a body?), but for everything else than that, he was useless. Even his cooking skill was terribly. His meals made Babette regret not tasting more of Nazir's dishes - but of course that was all too late now.

Trond soon returned - with a sweetroll. He placed it in front of her, and when she gave him a questioning look, he answered, "I can't stand gloomy children. You would have bought it eventually. And I won't be accused of starving a child."

"Thank you," she said and tore off a piece of the cake and put it in her mouth. "Will you be leaving now?"

"I'll have to fetch her before she goes to bed alone. Behave while I am gone, will you?"

Well, at least he would have a fun night. Still scowling, Babette slowly ate her cake. There was nothing worse than disappointed when you just thought that everything was going well.

This new plan was risky, but she saw no other choice. Of course they could try and earn the rest of the money, but she feared that Trond would have lost his patience before that point.

She needed Trond. She needed him as an assassin and she needed him to listen for rumors. If she had to do everything herself… It would only end with a miserable failure.

And it was so perfect that he already was a trained killer. Babette hoped she would continue being lucky on that point. They would waste a lot of time if they had to train an innocent soul to become what they wanted.

When the vampire had asked about possibly recruits, she had mentioned Runa and Aventus, as both children had seemed interested. But then she had received a major scolding for bad thinking, and Babette knew that he was right. They could try to recruit the children later, when the Brotherhood was already up and running.

Where could you find trained assassins looking for hire? That was a good question indeed.

The bar suddenly fell quiet when two persons entered, but seconds later, the chatting could be heard again. Grabbing the fabric of her cloak to calm herself, Babette remained calm as the newcomers walked past her. She then spent the next half an hour just watching the woman.

All her surroundings seemed like a blur, as she tried to make up her mind. Should she or should she not? If it was their only chance, then why waste it when it was just in front of her. Of course she could try and rethink her words, plan the entire scene, but perhaps she could not find the chance for a talk tomorrow.

Maven Black-Briar's face was like she remembered it. Stern and strong, while only a few traces of her age was shown. It was like her determination won over the years. The eyes were cold and filled with hidden thoughts. Babette wondered if she realized who she was.

She still wore her cloak to cover the Dark Brotherhood's handprint, but her hood was down. But it only happened a few times that Maven focused her eyes on her - and when she did, it only lasted a few seconds.

The wealthy Nord left her table along with her companion (whom Babette guessed was another Black-Briar) and turned towards the exit. Babette sunk the last bite of her sweetroll and hurried after her. Just before she reached the door, the girl pulled her sleeve.

"What in the name of Oblivion do you want?"

But her companion insulted her before she could explain her actions, "If you want to beg, seek the temple. The orphanage should know to keep their children inside."

"Actually," Babette started, "we've met before. In the Ratway."

Maven's face remained emotionless as she studied the girl in front of her. "Yes. Delvin explained your situation… and I know of your current one. I presume you're bothering me for a good reason?"

"I want to discuss business with you. From what I understood months ago, you still had an interest in… well, my Family. I hope that hasn't changed, because I am here with an offer."

For a moment, Maven just stared at her, until her mouth opened to say, "It would seem like I'll stay here a bit longer. I prefer privacy, and I certainly believe that you do so too, so I suggest that you follow me if you want to talk."

"Mother?" the other Black-Briar asked, obviously confused.

"I will return once I know if this offer is worthy of my time. I am sure you can find the way home on your own." With that, she started to walk, and while his son left the inn, Babette could do nothing but to follow to proud woman. Maven led her upstairs and turned right until they reached a wooden table next to two chairs that were facing each other.

Maven made herself comfortable by picking up the bottle of wine that was placed on the table and poured herself a glass. "Well? I was under the belief that you desired to talk."

Babette's cheeks reddened slightly. "Yes, of course. As Delvin told you, I am the only survivor from the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim. But in the recent months, I have been working on bringing the Brotherhood back." She paused to make sure that Maven still wanted to hear her talk. "We've already found a new, safe Sanctuary, and we have accepted a couple of new recruits. Our first contract has been completed, but to progress further, we sought the Thieves Guild to make a deal. Our Sanctuaries have always been ancient, built by long dead brothers and sisters, but this one has not been used for a century. It needs… well, repairs and new furniture and so on. But, unfortunately, the Guild refused to accept our offer. I know that we do not have enough coins for the moment to pay for it all, but if we could get the repairs done, we would earn the money in no time. When the Sanctuary is ready, we can get recruit more assassins which means that we quickly could receive and complete more contracts. The coin will be flowing in no time, and I promise we will pay it all back. The Thieves Guild and the Dark Brotherhood have worked together for many years, and I do not understand why a misunderstood accident can cause the end of this partnership!" She stopped talking, took in a deep breath and folded her hands. "I was hoping that you could perhaps convince them?"

"I can see the benefits of such a partnership, and I do not doubt that Brynjolf will follow my words. But I am afraid I am the one who needs convincing." Maven's voice cut clear through the air, and Babette feared that someone might hear them. But all the customers were downstairs, and it seemed like Maven trusted this place to be private.

"We will be willing to work for you, Lady Maven, but do know that the Brotherhood has its own rules that must be obeyed. But if you want a person dead, let us know and we will do it for free. We will be able to pay the cost soon,-"

"You've already told me of your problem," Maven cut her off. "And I could accept your offer. How will I contact you when that is necessary? I am not a patient woman, and when my orders have been said, I expect them done quickly and flawless."

"Of course," Babette cooed. "The Dark Brotherhood is best at what we do. Our new Sanctuary is in Dawnstar, and even though letters can be a complicated way of communicating, I believe it will work. Send them to Windpeak Inn, addressed to Trond Night-Stalker. He has taken the role of an adventure that stays near Dawnstar, and we will be sure to check the inn daily. If you want a private conversation, we will travel to you. Say a name, and the person will die."

"I've send requests for the Dark Brotherhood before. They weren't answered. Can you explain why my attempts of contact were ignored?"

That made it complicated. Of course Maven ad seen their silence as an offence, but it had been Astrid's decision. And she could not use Astrid's words now, as they would only make the situation worse. "We were… very busy. We were afraid that any contact with you would cause too much attention. You can never be too careful."

"Yet, you were found."

"We were betrayed. That won't happen again."

"Certainly not. You understand that it would be very unfortunate for my name to be involved with your business."

"No one will know," Babette promised. "And no one will find out."

"I apologize for our lack of response, though the decision was never mine. But when you work with us and the Thieves Guild… I assure you that you won't regret this decision."

Maven took a sip of wine, her eyes never leaving Babette. "And you are to be called the leader?"

There was something mocking in the cold voice. It made Babette feel even smaller, but she refused to let Maven know of that. "I am the only one from the former Brotherhood, and so I am the only one with the knowledge of how to run the brotherhood in Skyrim. Perhaps one day, we will have an assassin who is better… suited for this role, but for now I make the decisions. My comrades are behind me when it comes to this."

"Do know that if anything goes wrong, it will be very unfortunate for your so-called Family."

Her warning only caused Babette to smile. This was the best news she had heard in a long time. "Thank you very much, Lady Black-Briar. The Dark Brotherhood will forever be in your debt."

"Sweet words cannot do much for me. I want results. Go see my grandson, Sibbi. He will give you a name."

"The one in jail?" Babette asked in wonder. She had heard of this accident; it had been a great source of gossip in the Ratway.

"Yes, the family's embarrassment."

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"I trust you will take care of this. I will see to that the preparations are made, and you will be expecting further orders. But if you let one word slip about this conversation, I will personally make sure that you will pay for your mistake just like your former Family. Am I understood?"

Babette blinked and held back the urge to offend the Black-Briar. Instead, she made her voice as slick as Trond's. "With all respect, Lady Black-Briar, I am not a child. I know how to handle this."

"Good. Then I believe our conversation is over." She put her glass on the table and walked away without granting Babette one more glance.

The child scowled, but said in a cheerful voice, "It was a pleasure!" When she was sure that Maven had disappeared down the stairs, she picked up the bottle of wine and let the top of it touch her lips. The red liquid barely managed to reach her tongue, before she had to spit it all out.

Coughing, she tried to regain some dignity, when she realized no one had seen the accident. Well, it was not her fault that wine would forever taste bitter. She had just wanted to celebrate her victory. She got what she wanted, and now Delvin was forced to fulfill her wish. Oh, he would be more bitter than this damn wine.

With a smile on her lips, she left the bottle and headed to her room. Trond would be… well, maybe not happy, but definitely joyfully surprised.

Astrid would have been proud. Even though she had never liked Maven Black-Briar, she would have done anything to ensure the Dark Brotherhood's survival. Now Babette just did what she would have done. It was not exactly the way she would have liked it, but it was this or nothing.

Babette let out a sigh and she let her head fall upon the pillow. Surely, she would get a good night's sleep tonight.

Perhaps tonight she would dream of a smiling Astrid, a proud Astrid. Instead of a dead, rotting Astrid…

Yes, that would be very nice.

Closing her eyes, Babette prepared to drift away. For a short moment, she wondered what Trond was doing… if he was having fun… But then she grimaced and tried to relax again.

Taking in a deep breath, she cleared her mind for thoughts - and a hand was clamped down upon her mouth. Widening her eyes, Babette immediately went into panic. Squirming under her attacker's grip, she bit the hand until she tasted blood.

"Shit!" the voice said in a hushed tone. "Calm down, I won't hurt you! Just stay quiet!" The hand was removed from her mouth and Babette immediately sat up. The candle in her room was not lit as she had only entered to room to go to sleep. Now she was surrounded by darkness with a stranger. She did not scream as she for a moment trusted the words she was told.

And those seconds was enough for the stranger to continue, "It's me. From the Ratway. The Elf who got thrown out?"

"I remember you," Babette said, squinting as she tried to make out a face in the darkness. "But just what are you doing here?!" She was whispering as well as she did not want to cause any attention.

"You're with the Brotherhood," came the whisper.

Babette tensed up when she heard the sentence. But she refused to let the stranger know of her fear. Even though she might was here to kill her, blackmail her or who knew what. "I asked; why are you here?"

"Don't let me creep you out. I am not here to hurt a child. But look, I may have overheard you conversation with the bitch, and I am just here to join up."

Babette blinked. And there went her peaceful sleep. "Alright… New question. Who are you?"

"My name is Dreia. I am a Wood Elf, as you have surely noticed, and before you ask if I shouldn't just return to my precious forest, do know that I've been wandering the streets for gods know how many years."

"So you decided to join the Thieves Guild. Just why did they kick out?"

There was a dry laugh. "Because I may have robbed the bitch's house a couple of times. And tried to set it on fire…"

"The…? Do you mean Maven?"

"Who else could it be? Did you think I meant Haelga?" Babette could almost imagine the rolling eyes.

"You don't mess with the Black-Briars."

"Funny - that's what the thieves said too. So they didn't even give me a chance. They don't know what they will be missing."

Babette did no longer feel threatened. The Elf had been true; she was not here to hurt her. Instead, this conversation had turned out quite interesting. "Did you follow us?"

"Not exactly. I may or may not have been robbing the basement when I heard you confronting Maven. You only survive in this city by gaining knowledge. You weren't exactly in a closed room or anything…"

While her mind was racing for a good answer, Babette tried to get past the confusion. "The Thieves Guild and the Dark Brotherhood is not the same thing."

"I know that. Look, I need a job, and my skill is that I am soundless. I spend my childhood stalking animals, and now it does not matter if I steal a purse or shoot an arrow through someone's neck. I just showed you what I can do. If I had wanted to, I could have slit your throat. And you're the one who's supposed to be the assassin here."

Babette furrowed her brows, but found that she could not retort. The truth was slowly creeping up on her; she liked this Elf. But on the same time, her mind screamed for her to be careful. Remember what Dagmar did, remember what Dagmar did… But this Dreia was not Dagmar. She had trusted Trond and that had turned out fine.

She mentally asked for Lucien to grant her a sign again. "It isn't exactly an easy job - or safe for that matter. And you heard that we are going through a hard time. If you are here for the money, you might have to wait for a long time. Being a part of the Brotherhood requires a lifetime of loyalty. You can't drop out of this."

"I may be a foreigner, but I am not stupid. I know that. And it's what I want. I don't know if you've noticed, but Skyrim isn't exactly the friendliest place for outsiders. I can't afford a house and I am done sleeping in Begar's Row. Maven is chasing me out of this city, and I want a home. Even if it means living in a hole like Dawnstar. We've both just been rejected by a bunch of thieves - why not stick together?"

"I don't know if I can trust you."

"Give me a task and I'll do it. I won't rot you out - just why would I do that? Every guard in this damn city had been told to report me in if they see me. Maven's pissed, so I need to move quietly."

"Just why are you after Maven Black-Briar? Because that's a stupid move."

"Let's say that she is good at holding a grudge - but I am better."

"You must have heard that the Brotherhood is working for Maven too-"

"Yep," Dreia declared. "But unlike the Thieves Guild, you won't tell her about me. We could make that deal, right? I'll still be working for you and all that, you'll just forget to mention to her that I am here. And actually, she hasn't said a word about me to you, so you aren't doing anything wrong. Look, you need new recruits, right? You got an expert archer just in front of you, begging to join? All I want is a chance. If I screw up or do anything wrong - hell, you can slit my throat if that happens, because it won't. That's a promise, uhm… I've only heard you being called 'Kid'. Is it a real nickname or do you prefer something else?"

"I… I got another nickname. My name is Babette."

"Dreia." The Elf somehow managed to find Babette's hand in the dark and shook it. "At your service. Pleasure to meet you, little mistress."

"You don't have to charm me - Trond's the one who loves sweet words."

"The Imperial?" Dreia let out a snort. "He's confident, isn't he?"

"He's actually a Nord. And a vampire."

"Oh, great. An eternal sassy Nord." She chuckled again. "Well, I'll hate to keep you awake - it must be past your bedtime after all. No offence."

"Trond rented two rooms. He isn't here-"

"The Bunkhouse? Should've guessed so. I like your offer. It may or may not have been a while since I've slept in a good bed. I'll see you tomorrow - just remember not to let anyone know I am here. 'night, kid. Can I call you 'kid'? Babette's just awful long, and I think Betty is a terribly name."

Even though it brought back unpleasant memories from moths ago, Babette shrugged. "All right. Goodnight." Dreia snuck out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. Babette prayed to that no one had heard their conversation, but it had seemed like Dreia knew what she was doing. Right now, the girl did not even try to ignore the feeling of joy that was slowly growing inside her chest. She had got a new sister. Dreia had asked her if she could join them - she believed in them. And that felt really good.

Then Delvin and the Guild could drown in their own bitterness.

"Hey- wake up."

Babette opened her eyes to stare into crimson orbs. Immediately she tensed - by Sithis, this was just a dream. It had happened centuries ago - he was dead, she had made sure of that-

"By Talos, cub, you look like I was about to bite you."

"Trond?" she muttered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "You're back. Is it dawn yet?"

"No. It's still dark."

"Then let me sleep."

Trond grabbed her by the shoulders to regain her attention. "There's an Elf in my bed!" he whispered.

Blinking twice, Babette drew out her word, "…yes…"

Trond paused and the bit the inside of her cheek before he asked, "…is she a gift?"

"By Sithis, no!" She groaned and robbed her forehead. "You're worse than when my brothers were planning a trip to the Temple of Dibella. I'm a kid - try and behave."

"Relax. You've heard worse and we both know it. So… who is she?"

"She's your new sister."

"Isn't she the beggar back in the Ratway?"

"She isn't a beggar. The Thieves Guild rejected her, but we could need her skills. So she asked if she could join, and I said yes. It'll be great. Oh, and I talked with Maven."

"Maven, Maven… A bell is ringing. She's that woman owning Riften, right?"

Babette nodded. "That description fits well. The Thieves Guild is working for her, and well, so are we."

"What?"

"It was the only thing I could do. Look, she is making sure the Guild accepts the deal and brings us everything we need. We'll pay her back once we have the money. We just need to answer any letter she sends, and do everything contract she makes for free. It won't be the biggest change. That said, you have to talk with Sibbi Black-Briar. He's in jail and wants someone dead. What about you go talk to him and I'll go back to sleep?" She yawned to prove her point.

The red eyes kept staring at her. "Just look, I may not be the smartest business brain, but I agreed to work for the Brotherhood - not some Black-Heart."

"Black-Briar. I am not that happy about it either, but it's the only way for now. It's already been decided, so quit whining. I am tired and you got a job to do."

"You're being so bossy. You could at least try and include me when you make decisions."

Babette grunted and pointed angrily towards the eyes. "I am exhausted! First we faced the Guild, then I talked with Maven and then I spent half the night clearing out things with Dreia. You had fun - I worked. Be fair, and switch roles. I'll be all nice and smiling once I get some sleep. Until then, don't piss me off."

"You are one mean little brat. But fine."

"Thank you." Babette let herself fall back onto the bed.

"But I'll be awaiting an explanation tomorrow. Just why are we dragging her along? And did you give her permission to sleep in my bed?"

"It wasn't like you were using it," she muttered. "You'll like her - trust me. Oh, and did it go well with Haelga?"

"It's damn near impossible to get the armor of," Trond complained. "Leather. But she liked it - said it was soft."

"Enough details. But… she did not recognize anything, did she?"

"She was drunk. She admired it, though."

"Are you drunk?"

"Nope. Unfortunately."

Babette let out a relieved sigh. "Good. You have to represent us well when you talk to Sibbi."

"Haven't I already been proven worthy of accepting contracts?"

"Of course you have. I couldn't do this without you."

She barely caught a glimpse of his fangs in the dark. "Try and put some emotion in your compliments the next time." With a dramatic sigh, he left the room. "I'll be back at sunrise."

"Thank you," Babette said again, making her voice sugar-sweet. When the vampire was gone, she closed her eyes, hoping for the best, and held back a frustrated scream when she heard footsteps. "What now?"

"'morning, sunshine. Just kidding. I just heard him leave, and I may or may not have decided that I should share some details with you."

Babette was starting to wonder if she should just give up sleep for tonight. She only received interruptions or nightmares. "What?"

"I can't leave with you or Mister Charming. The guards are still after my throat, so I'll be leaving now. I have found another exit to get out of Riften, so I'll just catch up on you on the road. Don't worry, I'll find you."

But Babette was worried. So Dreia would just disappear now? That was suspicious… Astrid had always kept a good eye on new recruits in case they would tell the guards of the Sanctuary. "…are you sure?"

"Unless you want me to get thrown in jail," Dreia shrugged. "I'll keep my promise, kid, don't worry."

There was no much she could do about. Trond had left, and she could not exactly follow the Bosmer. That meant she would have to trust her.

Lucien was still to show up.

"Alright," she said slowly. "We are taking the road towards Windhelm."

"Sure. Oh, and before I go, I should warn you. Well, it's not exactly a warning, just an advice. When the Thieves Guild hears about what you did - they are not going to be happy. You humiliated them, and we both know there are some folks down there who could lose their tempers. Just… just leave the city when your friend returns, alright? The faster, the better."

Babette bit her lip. Her voice seemed to be stuck far down her throat. "They won't hurt me."

"Maybe not. But you'll avoid some very ugly scenes. Riften has enough drama already - let's just keep it underground. Well, I'll be going now, kid. I'll see you soon."

Now completely alone, Babette closed her eyes and breathed in the silence. Riften had once felt like home. Now… now she felt like a stranger who did not belong. She missed the dusty, ruined Sanctuary. She wondered how it would look like once Delvin was done with it.

Turning to lay on her side, her lips formed Dreia's word that kept haunting her. "Kid."

A/N: Introducing Dreia! Oh, I've been waiting for a long time to introduce her! Thank you so very very much for your support! All the reviews, all the favorites, all the views… It means a lot!

IMPORTANT! Since you are such amazing readers, I wondered if you really are as satisfied as you seem. I mean, is there anything you want to happen? What do you think will happen? Of course I can't change the whole story after one person's idea, but I would very much like to hear your thoughts! I could be inspired and that would mean a lot!
Also, what do you think of the OC's? I am always scared of including them in a story, as I am not a big fan of stories only with OC's. But as they are kinda necessary now, I will slowly include more and more. Therefor it can be hard for me to find a good Skyrim story, because I quickly grow tired of an OC as the main character. Some manage to do a very good job, but I admit, whenever a new story starts with the first chapter about the destruction of Helgen… I've read so many chapters about that, and therefore I grow tired and most times I don't continue reading. But once we meet familiar characters - that's when it gets exciting!
Well, to conclude my ramble - what do you think of my OC's? Is there anything I should change? Do they lack personality or can you feel with them? Do they seem kind flat or do you like them?

Amazing: Thank you so much. Your very kind words almost made me cry. Just… thank you.

Tappertip: Thank you :D I couldn't get your link to work, but I believe I've tracked you up on another site (stalker :D) and I will reply to you there.

VERY IMPORTANT! I have created a deviantart account called RiaTheDreamer and I HAVE PUBLISHED THE PORTRAIT OF DREIA! Check it out :D