Danceing With The Jester Of Death

by Emerald Ryuu Feather

There is no rest for the wicked. Or at least that is what a Vampire called Sin constantly tells himself. His turning haunts his every moment, and he refuses to drink any blood unless he hunted the animal or it's freely given by a mortal. What happens when a certian Jester gives him an offer he can't refuse? Set after main Dark Brotherhood Quest Line, M/M smut don't like don't read.

5. The Falcon

A/N: Hey! Hope you like the backgroundish info that's been coming in so far, and for the reviewer kind enough to ask, I was planning on doing just as you asked and I'm happy you mentioned it! Well on with the battle!

I own NOTHING! I only barrowed the characters…. And settings…. And some other stuff….

Title: Dancing With The Fool Of Death

Chapter Five: The Falcon

(Dawnstar sanctuary)

Sin suddenly entered the main chamber to see the two twins paralyzed with fear in one corner Nazier slicing and hacking viciously at Vampires and Thralls that got to close to him as he stood guard over the fear stricken twins. Babbete was throwing poison vials at the Vampires that got near her, laughing when they shrieked as their flesh melted where the poison splashed them. The giant window that was stained to look like a representation of Sithis was shattered, and no less than fifty vampires and thralls were already in the sanctuary, maybe twenty were dead between Babbete's poisons and Nazier's blades.

Even more where coming, without another thought Sin plunged into the fray, slicing through enemies like they were butter, like some unseen force was strengthening his natural power. He quickly made it over to Babbete grabbing her and throwing her up onto a ledge that she caught and scrambled onto continuing to fling poison down on the thralls and Vampires. Sin turned Cicero against his back daggers flashing out to slice Vampires who tried to sneak in an attack from behind.

Sin's next stop was Nazier who was beginning to tier from his full on defense of dancing blades. Sin was surprised to find the maybe six or so dead that had lain at the Redguard's feet earlier had almost tripled twice over, now there were around twenty seven bodies, thralls and Vampires alike. Sin stayed near Cicero back to back as more vampires and thralls poured in, it was mind numbing how many were assaulting them. Sin had a vague hope Dawnstar hadn't been the source of the thralls.

It seemed like they'd killed hundreds by the time the assault seemed to thin then retreat. Sin glanced around the room guessing they'd killed somewhere between sixty to seventy enemies. If Sin remembered the majority had been thralls, and only about a third had been Vampires. Babbette moved to get down from the high ledge, and Sin turned holding up a weary arm to stop her.

"Don't this isn't over." And as soon as those words left him hell descended upon them. True Vampires, not recently fledged or thralls poured in, most the true and high ranking members of the coven. Some of the coven had been part of the first wave, but these were the more powerful members, Sin felt a rage awaken in him and his flagging energy seemed to be restored, his power seemed to swell with the strong emotion, and he bristled launching into the throng of surprised coven vampires.

Babbette launched the few poisons she had left near the entrance, now having to wait the battle out, she now paced on the ledge scanning for Nazier, as Sin had Cicero for back up.

"To your left!" Babbete called as a Vampire drew toward a blind spot in Nazier's left. As the elder warrior turned to that Vampire another on his right lunged toward his legs, clamping down with its fangs. Nazier bellowed in pain but seemed to redouble his assault on the Vampires around him, desperately trying to protect the fear shocked twins. The taller twin snapped out of it at Nazier's cry, drew his long sword and buried it in the Vampire's head that had bitten Nazier's leg, his twin still fear shocked by Vampire magic. Nazier and him went back to back and drove back the attackers a little, opening a small bit more space for them.

Sin and Cicero had butchered ten of the now maybe sixty remaining coven members. Nazier and the now free twin had killed about six, just about to kill number seven. Around forty three enemies remained before they could even begin to hope the assault was over. That's about when the cold blew in with force and Nazier stumbled, the cold seeming to grip inside the bitten leg with a chilling embrace making it feel heavy as lead. The Vampire to the left, jumped at the chance grabbed Nazier's arm and bit, hard.

With another bellow of pain Nazier tried to hack the Vampire off him when another lunged in, grabbed him and pulled the failing warrior into the mob of crimson eyes. Nazier screamed as multiple bites flared up all over him, no longer able to even lift a finger in defiance to the mind shattering pain, soon his voice cracked and he couldn't even manage to scream. The freed twin leapt at the mob, hacking at exposed necks and decapitating five before getting drug under next to the old Redguard he'd been trying to save.

Sin was trying to fight his way to Nazier and the twins before they were irreparably damaged when the chill swept through again, this time he recognized it. He froze and turned slowly the battle seemed to swirl around him, brushing past him with no effect, as he stared at the escape tunnel it felt like everything passed in slow motion. His old master strode into the sanctuary, laughing as the fighting twin's voice tapered off like Nazier's had. Babbettte was stalking the ledge wanting to leap down into the fray, trying to get consent from Sin who seemed to be in some kind of shock.

"Well now, my little fool, look at the damage you've caused! Not even using magic it seems to, such a shame. Look at the two fools you could have spared, ah well. Not my loss they'll make excellent additions to the coven once broken in." The master smiled as finally Nazier and the lone twin stopped even trying to struggle. A wave of some strange emotion to fresh and sudden for Sin to process washed through him. He locked eyes with the old Vampire and snarled, both eyes bleeding a full purple.

"They are mine to turn as they wish, not yours to play with as you please! This is my coven and mine alone! Draw back with your foolish pets or perish." Sin ended his threat in a low and deadly hissing growl that radiated power. His ebony swords seemed to begin to glow before each became incased in blue fire, as if his magic was being channeled through the blades. The shadows swirled around him and arched out like wings of a hawk ready to take flight. His Master seemed uncertain, even scared when he just scoffed covering the uncertainty instantly disappearing in arrogance.

"So the little fool thinks he can play with his betters." The old vampire sneered and flung a hand forward, red vampire magic flying for Sin's neck. Standing his ground a flick of Sin's eyes and the magic solidified and skewered a vampire to his left. Sin Let out a snarl and leapt at his old master practically flying across the ground, he stopped in front of the man and swept his blade in an arc, the Master dodged and Sin swept down in an opposite arch with his other blade.

When the Master and Sin had been engaged in their deadly danced about the room for maybe twenty minutes, Sin began to notice Cicero struggling to keep enemies off him. Cicero had freed Nazier and the twin and had them propped against the wall in the corner, the remaining twin looking like he was beginning to have the fear shock wear off. Sin estimated another four or five minutes and the vampire magic would wear off. As he glanced at Cicero and nearly got a jagged slash across his face from his master, barely stepping back in time to avoid the claws of the Master's nails.

"You only have twenty seven members left leave before there's nothing left you foolish old man!" Sin spat, and with a whirl, decapitating another vampire, but not the Master. With a snarl Sin tried racking his brain for a way to kill the man, he couldn't something was stopping him from being faster, but what?

"You can't kill me, I turned you, you foolish little boy. And now I'll turn another just like I turned you." The disembodied laughter froze Sin, his mate was in danger.

"Cicero!" Sin shirked as the Master materialized behind the exhausted Jester, who was distracted by Sin's scream, and looked directly into Sin's distraught, burning gemmed eyes when he was grabbed from behind. The Master had one arm wrapped around Cicero's waist the other came up and pulled Cicero's head back exposing a pale neck.

"Remember this day little fool." The master hissed glaring with crimson eyes at the horrified Listener, who was tearing through enemy after enemy trying with a crazed desperation to get to his lover. He didn't get through the third Vampire before the Master bit into Cicero's neck, in the exact spot Sin had wanted to leave a claim mark. Cicero immediately started thrashing letting out a heart stopping scream of agony as the Master drank his fill.

By the time the Master had finished Cicero had gone limp, to drained to continue struggling. With a sick wet sound the master unfastened his fangs from Cicero's neck and dropped the limp form to the ground. Sin had been frozen in horror, when Cicero hit the floor Sin finally snapped.

With a wail of agony, rage and insanity Sin launched into a crazed dance with the other Vampires, slashing and hacking with relentless savagery that held a certain grace, for Sin used the rage to channel his strength. He was barely half way through his reservoir of chaotic emotions that were fuelling him when no more Vampires stood, just him and the Master. Sin was taking ragged breaths his long fangs glistening threateningly as his lips pulled back in a snarl, the shadows that swirled around him flailed violently as his shoulders shook, Sin looked pissed.

"He was my mate, old man. I'll make you pay before I send you to Sithis! You'll beg for death before the end." Sin hissed the threat in a low rumbling growl. He was balancing precariously on a razor blade between insanity and the real world; he was dangerously close to dropping into the deep abyss that was madness.

Babbette who watched from her ledge was stunned into silent shock, she'd lived long enough that little surprised her, but this, this was a shock. Sin had blown up and the threatening power that radiated from him was awe inspiring. Sin wasn't the type to just flip like this, Sin was cold, calm, and calculating, but he'd just snapped, and in a mere moment eradicated over twenty full-fledged and strong Vampires. For the first time in a long time Babbette felt fear. She feared for Sin's sanity, and she feared for her life.

"Pathetic child, you think you can stand against me? Even with the coven lost I can destroy you." Babbette scoffed from her perch, the power that she could feel wash off Sin was immense in comparison to the power of the Master. The old man laughed glaring down his nose at Sin.

"Sin, use your powers! You fool quit holding back and for the love of Sithis kill him already!" Babbette hissed down at the bloody Listener agitated with his hesitation. Sin glared at Babbette a signal for her to shut it, which she did, quickly.

"Unfortunately for all of you it is not as simple as that." A new voice hummed, but no one new appeared in the sanctuary, so someone had to have used a cloaking spell and snuck in. Sin froze and his glowing jeweled eyes were blown wide as he stared at nothing over the Old Master's shoulder. With a sharp shrike the old Vampire fell dead and a shadow cloaked figure bleed into view, standing behind the crumpled Coven leader.

"Pathetic… Oh well, he'll be in indescribable pain for his eternity in the plains of Oblivion." The man looked up from the dead man at his feet to the dumb struck Sin, whose grip on the blue flaming Ebony blades loosened, the ebony swords dropping to the ground the blue flame flickering out with twin hisses. The smoke wisps rose up and a soft stuttering breath dragged Sin's attention to the twin that was now knelt down next to his brother trying to rouse him from his faint.

"It won't work." Sin and the shadowy man said simultaneously. The twin whipped around looking at them with boarder line panic.

"But, I, he… What do I do!?" The man was shaking he looked at his twin in a way that reminded him of the looks his sister would give him if he'd get sick. A pang echoed in his heart at the bitter sweet memory. Walking forward Sin rested a hand on the younger man's shoulder, calming him.

"Our potions are destroyed our ingredients also a lost cause. The only thing left for him and Nazier is to hope they don't die from blood loss. Unless you think like I do and hope for their sakes they die before the venom takes hold." Sin looked grimly at the blood covered Redguard and twin. He hopped the blood loss got them, a turning was painful beyond words, they were better off dead.

"Actually, they'll die soon even if not from blood loss. As soon as the dead Vampire's venom takes effect, they'll die. It will be even more painful than a turning, or so I've been told, and it won't be quick either. Another Vampire could bite them and fledge them before the poison can take effect, however." Sin glared at the shadow man, his fangs glittering in the bright light.

"How dare you come here after disappearing all those years ago? Why show up now? You bastard go die and rot in Oblivion! If you'd come back sooner he wouldn't be dead! My mate is dead you fool! Dead as stone! Just like Rala! It's my fault. He's gone because of me." Sin's hissing rant ended in a forlorn and defeated sob. Collapsing to his knees Sin broke down into sobs, balling his hands into fists and pressing them into the stone floor.

"No, my son, he is not dead. In fact he could easily complete the turning. Even with the blood loss he is suffering, all you need to do to save him is push your own vampiric magic in to destroy and replace the dead magic and inject your venom." The man crouched in front of Sin. Sin slowly looked up and hissed at the man, launching himself at him, trying desperately to slash the man's face, mainly his emerald colored eyes that glowed beneath the shadows.

"Die you bastard! He's dead I feel it! I'm bound to him and I feel empty! He's gone you liar!" Sin's insane hissing was cut off when Babette interrupted him. Sin wanted to kill the shadow man and Babbette felt a similar power on both Vampires, she knew something was strange, so she provided a distraction.

"He's still breathing, although it's shallow, and his pulse is there but faint." Sin's eyes skewered her, his body frozen. He slowly drew away from the other man he was looking down at his mate now.

"Are you certain? He still lives?" Sin's voice was a mix between desperate and hopeful, Babbette nodded. Sin whispered the words for Detect Life in the dragon tongue, and there was a faint red glow swirling around his Mate. Joy spread through him like fire only for a sickening dread to settle in him. He collapsed to his knees.

"I have to turn them." Sin whispered his body feeling completely numb; he looked at the shadowed figure who nodded. Sin let his head fall forward, unable to look at anything but the blood soaked floor. The shadow man knelt by the distraught Listener placing a hand on Sin's shoulder.

"Don't fret, all I ask is you turn your own mate. I can turn the other two." The strange man stood and walked over to Nazier and the twins, the one that had been fear shocked was trying not to break down into tears. Sin's eyes followed the man, he leaned close to the non-sleeping twin who nodded and stumbled to the barracks, glancing over his shoulder at his brother.

Sin watched as the stranger pulled Nazier from the wall gently placing the old Warrior's head in his lap. Placing his right hand over Nazier's closed eyes, reciting a strange spell Sin did not know, the hand rose from the eyes, and as if banishing a sleep spell flicked his hand out like flicking away water. Nazier's dark eyes opened and he looked up at the shadow it's glowing emerald eyes startling him for a moment, then he grew used to the green eyes floating in the shadows above him. He was dead, and a servant of Sithis had come to drag him into Oblivion.

"I have a choice to offer you, one of life and death." The voice must be from the shadow, but Nazier felt strange, like there was a buzzing over his body, he couldn't focus. Why wasn't he in pain? That had been the last thing he remembered a terrible burning sensation that washed his whole body in frozen agony. What was this shadow talking about? He was dead, and dead was dead.

"I should be dead." Nazier rasped surprised his voice even functioned at all. His mind felt fuzzy, like he'd drank too much mead, or wine, his throat and mouth felt dry and cracked a copper tang was on his tongue and it was familiar in the strange situation. Sin's dark laughter rang through the air and Nazier was so startled he jerked, he immediately regretted it, as sharp pain shot through him, and he clenched his jaw, breathing in ragged gasps.

"No, you yet live Nazier. And the choice he speaks of is to either undertake the potentially fatal turning, or just die from blood loss or the now deadly venom that runs rampant through your veins. As soon as it takes effect it will kill you, because the ones that bit you are dead." Sin's words drifted to Nazier but the Redguard couldn't see his Listener, he tried to tilt his head to look around the shadow, but a hand stopped the movement. Glaring at the eyes above him Nazier began to feel like his old self.

"Look you little bastard..." Nazier growled through his teeth, but Sin suddenly came into view the shadow leaned out of the way to give Nazier a view of the Listener, who's eyes were amethyst purple. Nazier's breath caught in his throat, surprise washing over his face.

"Well I've done the impossible! I silenced the great Nazier." Sin chuckled half heartedly; he looked away before looking at the mess of a warrior, "Nazier I'd like you to meet my father. Well actually I despise this meeting but the Night Mother tells me to shut the fuck up and lead my people. You must make this choice on your own however. Chose, a life as an immortal, or a painful and slow death by venom?" Sin's eyes locked with Nazier's darker ones, telling him he would not interfere, this was up to Nazier. Nazier looked at the deep green eyes that floated in shadow then he looked back to Sin's similar ones.

"The Unholy Matron chose her Listener well. Although I say I'm not in a fit state to chose. I can't think clearly, my mind's a sandstorm. I'll agree with what ever the Brotherhood decides."Nazier sighed his body beginning to come out of its numb state; he was beginning to feel like he was too close to a fire. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on taking beep breaths, while listening to Sin, who was silent as a desert night. The silence was becoming deafening.

"We need to keep our remaining Brother's alive. Although I highly disagree with myself right now… Nazier you shall join the Night as one of its own. May you survive your turning, and may our Unholy Matron watch over you." Sin bowed his head and stumbled back as Nazier gave a quick nod, his jaw clenched and eyes closed. Sin made a sound between a groan and a sob as he disappeared from Nazier's view and for a fleeting moment Nazier felt worried. His jaw clenched hard as he fought the overriding fear in his mind of the inescapable pain Sin had described.

"It won't be as painful as you expect, Royal Vampires have ways to turn their fledglings with quick efficiency, it will hurt but a moment then you'll rise to a new life." The shadow whispered as if not wanting Sin to hear, the other Vampire had a smile in his eyes as Nazier's eyes blew open in astonishment, how'd the shadow know?

"Remember the night you were lost in the desert and you were saved by a man that explained that he'd not see a desert flower perish on a night like that?" The shadow's eyes filled with more mirth as Nazier's eyes widened in recognition and a barely noticeable blush crossed the Redguard's face. The shadow leaned down, but the shadows seemed to fall away, revealing a face that caught Nazier off guard.

"You, but, there was no sign in the morning…" Nazier stumbled over his words seemed for a first time utterly surprised, his mask was shattered and he was a fluttering mess. Suddenly feeling warm for a different reason, and wishing he weren't so old. The vampire above him chuckled, hearing whips of Nazier's flustered thoughts.

"Prepare for the pain, it won't last long, but it will be painful my desert flower." The vampire dipped his head and gently kissed a clear spot on the Redguard's neck, causing Nazier to twitch and tense, with a gentle gesture the vampire pressed a hand to Nazier's chest, pinning the Reduard down as he bit. Nazire had thought he'd been ready, but the pain was worse than he'd anticipated, he screamed. The Vampire pressed his hand down harder a sudden chill washing through his body to combat the intense burning.

Sin had thought he'd know what would come next, Nazier would be put somewhere so the change could complete, but instead it was his turn for astonishment. It felt like an hour had passed but it was truly a few short minutes for the change to occur to Nazier. Then he could hear Nazier chuckling, a deep rich sound only a Redguard could achieve, like melted chocolate, or maybe the sound of liquid sun.

"I can't believe it!" Nazier gasped looking at Sin's father in pure amazement. He was changed he could feel it; he didn't ache like he'd been to cold for too long, yet burning up at the same time. He felt like he was young again, like he had when he'd first joined the Brotherhood.

"How?" Sin gasped looking at a younger looking Nazier who was standing next to his shadow cloaked father. Sin's father let the shadows dissolve from around him, for the first time everyone could see the father of their Listener.

The Vampire looked very similar to Sin, but there were a few differences, Sin had skin pale as the moon, while this man held a tan and Sin had black hair like the color of the deepest void, and the other man's hair was a dirty blond, almost a rich light brown. Both had jewel colored eyes, and Sin looked like his father in many ways, his jaw, and nose; their faces and builds were almost identical.

"Well, you and I are not like these Vampires. We're what are called Royal Vampires, and as Royal Vampires we have the ability to almost immediately turn our fledglings. We can walk in sunlight as well. However, we can only do this if we are in our full power, which you weren't until just about an hour and a half ago, which is why you scorched yourself on the way here." The Vampire stated all the facts quickly and simply to let Sin's mind try to twist some sense out of them. Sin blinked and nodded sitting down on the floor next to his mate, whose breathing had slightly improved, but not by much.

"So if I can do this right, Cicero won't be in as much pain as I was when I was turned?" Sin asked shivering at the though. His father nodded and quickly looked at the twin still propped against the wall.

"I told his brother I'd turn him. After he's back up I'll help you with Cicero if you wish, then be on my way." Sin saw Nazier twitch and look at his father in a way that set a smile on his lips. He saw that look in Nazier's eyes and recognized it, his father looked back at Nazier in the same way. Nazier's eyes showed a pain and want, while Sin's father held a regretful look, but didn't want to part from the other.

"You can stay however long you want, but you'll have to earn your keep." Sin said a light humor sounding in his voice he looked at his father a smile gracing his lips. He didn't know how to respond to this at all. Sin realized, he was grasping at straws in his memory of when he was human, and that was slightly fuzzy as is, but a memory of very early childhood was always difficult to focus. His father returned the smile a glimmer shining in his eyes, Sin kept his expression of uncertain humor and tried to identify it. Was it tears? Was his father going to cry?

"My son, you don't have to pretend. I know you too well. Even after all these yeas you haven't changed as much as you think." His father states standing walking over to Sin, and hugging him close, for the first time in maybe eighty years having his son close. The tears finally came, Sin's father was crying.

"I don't know what to do." Sin muttered uncertain how to respond to his father. His magic flashed about with his uncertainty, it wrapped around his anchor, Cicero, who woke up.

"Jus… follow you… instincts." The Jester murmured the slurred words blinking toward the Listener. Sin pulled away from his father gliding to his mate, a fear and panic gripping him.

"Cicero, I'm so sorry. I wasn't quick enough, strong enough. This is my fault. I'm so sorry My Keeper." Sin rambled over and over how sorry he was, and Cicero laid there too weak to move much, looking amused beyond belief until finally the amber eyed man burst out laughing, weakly, but laughing nonetheless.

Sin's father had been taking care of the twin and had turned him and directed him to his brother. When Cicero began laughing he turned and paid more attention to the situation, worried. Sin stopped his stuttering mess of an apology to stare at his lover in confusion.

"Sin," Cicero wheezed, it being hard for him to breathe, and out of breath from laughing, Sin froze at the sound of his name on the bloody lips, "It's not your fault, weather you believe it or not is your own problem. I can't beat that lesson into your thick Nord skull; all I can do is keep repeating it. So I'll say it again, it's not your fault. We all knew the risks going into this, and we came out on top didn't we?" Cicero chuckled weakly, feeling light headed to the point that made him want to throw up.

"Yes, but at this cost…" Sin muttered looking at the glowing onyx eyes of Nazier, and the twin brothers who were currently grinning at each other. Sin looked back at the slightly glazed eyes of his mate and new panic slammed into him, his shadows, which he still had no idea how to properly control flicked about him wildly. Cicero fought his body's numbness and reached up and pressed a cold gloved hand to Sin's own hand on his chest.

"You're panicking." Cicero observed staring blankly at the writhing shadows. Sin eyes flicked to the side to see what the Jester stared at, not surprised to see his shadows flailing like mad winds. Sin looked back at his mate, and he felt fear now, Cicero looked bad, his eyes were a bit dim, and slightly glazed. His breath was shallow, slow, and uneven. Sin felt like his mate was going to die in his arms, he couldn't let that happen, he'd sworn never to let his old Master take someone away from him ever again!

"You have a choice, you can let Sin turn you or you can die. This is your own choice; don't let the consequences affect it. Follow what your heart tells you, not your mind." Sin father whispered on the other side of Cicero now. Cicero turned his head the best he could to look at the stranger. He looked at him and immediately knew it was Sin's father, although the man did not have pale skin or dark hair like his son.

"Who are you?" Cicero asked trying to decide what it was the choice meant. Sin's father smiled and bowed his head respectfully.

"I am Sin's father, I can't say I agree with his new name, but it was his to choose. My name is Falcon." The man bowed his head again, giving Cicero a strange look. "So you are my son's mate." Falcon said it as more of a statement than a question of clarity. Cicero nodded his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I highly doubt we should be discussing this!" Sin hissed anxiety washing off him in tidal waves. Cicero glanced at his Listener his eyes changing in an instant, Falcon took note of the change, seeing the adoration and worry in the amber gaze made him feel content, if Sin had this man as a mate he'd not have to worry.

"Sin, calm down, nothing can really be done can it? I'm not fit enough to be turned, it would kill me just as surly as this blood loss is." Cicero stated while weakly squeezing his lover's hand, his heart feeling like it wanted to shatter. Sin looked at Cicero with a deep pain in his eyes. Sin leaned down and gently kissed the jesters throat right where he'd been bitten, Cicero went ridged as if the kiss had sent a shock through him.

"No, as it turns out there's more to Vampires than I'd originally thought, I can turn you quickly…" Sin trailed off his eyes becoming pained, and his hands clenching into fists on either side of Cicero's head. Cicero looked into the agony filled eyes and his lips twitched in a smile.

"Predictable, my Listener, you want my consent. You should know the answer." Cicero didn't know why the words left his mouth he only knew that his instinct had kicked in and his Listener needed to Listen.

"Cicero, you know how hard this is? If I turn you I break an oath I swore on my very soul." Sin groaned his eyes betraying his absolute agony. Cicero found strength within and lifted a hand to touch his Listener's check ever so softly.

"I know you don't want to do this but I don't want to leave you. If it's within my power not to then I won't, but I can't force you to save me." Cicero let the words tumble out like river water. He realized he was guilt tripping Sin, but he had little choice. It was within his power to live, and he wanted to stay with Sin, he'd only felt his Listener in all his glory once, and it had been fleeting, with a buzz that steadily grew in his mind the entire time, he'd been slightly distracted. He wanted to feel his Listener, if becoming a Vampire was the price so be it.

"I don't want to hurt you." Sin rasped, his voice suddenly sounding small and dry, Cicero knew however brief the turning would be painful. He looked into the conflicted eyes of his lover and gave a reassuring grin.

"I'm an assassin I can deal with pain." Cicero half joked his voice growing steadily weaker, he felt like he were getting dragged deeper, like air was being dragged from him, he felt strangely calm but panic fluttered in the edge of his mind. I'm dying, Cicero realized, and he gave a weak wheeze, feeling like his lungs were growing heavier.

Sin's eyes panicked he did the unthinkable, he pressed a hand to his mates chest, above the fluttering heart and his magic poured from him, seeping into the Jester. Sin was in a panic mode his instincts told him how to save his dying mate. He leaned down, his hand still pressed firm over the fluttering pulse and bit, right over the mark the dead Master had made.

It sent a jolt through both Sin and Cicero, except Cicero felt a sharp pain spike through him, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe, it was like fire and ice rampaged through him. He couldn't scream, he made a wheezing noise instead. Sin was giving off an incredible amount of power he felt it swim around him, but he was trying to focus, as soon as he'd bitten his lover, the taste of Cicero's blood flooded his senses, it was like ecstasy ten times over.

Nazier, Babbette and Falcon all leaned closer even the twins stopped their quite chatter to look in the direction of the surge of power. Falcon felt a strange sense of fear. If Sin couldn't keep control, he'd kill Cicero, too much blood from Cicero and he'd die, but since Sin was pushing such an amount of his own magic into Cicero if Cicero didn't receive any of Sin's blood he'd die just as quickly and easily. Sin pulled back with a gasp, having felt it was time to stop, although the taste was so delicious he didn't want to. He bit his wrist and pressed the bleeding wound to Cicero's lips.

"Drink." Sin's voice resonated with his power and Cicero had to fight his pain to obey. He finally freed his lips and jaw and managed to swallow several mouthfuls of his Listener's blood, the copper tang highlighting a flavor that was Sin's alone. Cicero felt something break free in him, and when he couldn't take it he bit Sin, instinct telling him to.

"Sin you need to stop your magic, he's fine. He'll be weak but he'll be fine." Falcon reached over to pull Sin's hands away. But Sin let out a low snarl glaring with his fangs exposed, it was a warning, and Falcon backed down. Sin was scared he needed a way to calm his son, but what could he do? Sin was in a panic mode; he wouldn't relent until he felt himself, or in this case his mate, was safe.

Cicero bit again, this time, making the bleeding wound worse, and Sin jerked, feeling the pain mixed with just a twinge of pleasure in his wrist he looked down to see his jester's flaming amber eyes glaring weakly. Sin pulled his wrist away, and Cicero tried to sit up, but his was weakened, and could hardly manage to move his arms. Sin pushed more magic forward, the magic circling around his hand bleeding from purple to gold. Cicero felt the warmth spread through him and just sighed in slight annoyance.

"I'm fine you thick headed Nord." Cicero hissed, surprised by the noise, not realizing that he was a vampire quite yet. Nazier leaned down and wacked Sin in the back of the head.

"Sin you confounded fool, he's fine." Nazier drawled as Sin slowly pulled his magic to himself. He looked over Cicero making sure the younger man was fine, and ignoring the quiet snickers coming from behind him. When Sin's shoulder sagged with relief he realized how tired he was and stumbled to his feet and blinked trying to focus. Falcon smiled he knew it would tire his son and was thankful Cicero seemed to know how to handle his boy's peculiar behavior.

"I'll carry him, just lead the way to your room, you and your mate need some rest." Falcon murmured quietly trying not to startle his son who was still going on his instincts and seemed a bit frayed as it was. Sin looked at Falcon warily before finally just stumbling toward his room he threw down his swords, which he'd picked up earlier, and he pulled the bloody robe top off before looked at his father with more focused eyes.

"So I should thank you I guess…" Sin started unsure of what to say. Cicero just rolled his eyes, finding the whole predicament embarrassing and a tad bit degrading. Now with Sin's awkwardness it was borderline annoying.

"Before you two hug and cry over lost years can you put me down?" Cicero snapped glaring between the two. Sin smiled, Cicero was a bit testy was he? Falcon raised a brow and glanced down at Cicero then back to Sin, silently saying, 'You're mated to this?'

"I'll take him from here, just go get some rest and tell the other's to do so as well, we'll clean out the sanctuary tomorrow. The battle has been won, we can rest for now." Sin started as he gently transferred his mate to his arms, and shutting the door as his father left with a bump from his hip.

"So, crabby are we?" Sin chuckled grinning down as the smaller Imperial, who seemed to flush at the mention of his earlier remark.

"You try breathing with a bloody wrist shoved against your lips." Cicero muttered noticing the Listener's lack of a shirt. He squirmed weakly wanting to be out of the situation. He felt all to inclined to start biting his Listener. Not to be mean either.

"Well, I'll try to make up for that." Sin purred gently, leaning down to nip at Cicero's lip, getting a soft groan in reply. Sin smirked in victory, leaning down to give his mate a blood searing kiss. He then had a mental kick to the gut, he pulled back looking away, Cicero was a Vampire.

"Listener?" Cicero grew worried, trying weakly to raise a hand to the Listener's check. Sin looked back giving a small sad smile.

"Nothing, it's nothing." Sin stated, walking woodenly to his furs laying Cicero down before sitting with his back pressed to the wall, the more torn up leg was stretched out, his other pulled up so he could rest an arm on it. Sin had his eyes closed like he was contemplating something. Cicero tried his best to understand the mood swing, and wiggled over the fur nest to Sin.

"Cicero…" Sin whispered looking at the Imperial with sad eyes that screamed misery. Cicero lifted a hand and caressed Sin's check, knowing the other needed comfort. He decided on one that would hopefully get the Listener to sleep. He finally got onto Sin's lap, and had a sly grin on his face; Sin's eyes were already slightly glazed. He was succeeding!

"What are you-" Sin began when Cicero leaned down and just lightly bit at Sin's neck, the reaction was almost instantaneous, Sin pulled him back slammed their lips together then he had Cicero pinned to the furs, grinding their hips lightly. Cicero let out a surprised gasp then couldn't focus enough to really care about much. It felt different. With his senses heightened as they were, everything Sin was doing, felt ten times better than what he'd felt last time, and this time there was no buzzing to distract him.

The shadows that rolled around Sin began to pulse, as Sin quickly tore off their cloths, keeping them in good enough condition, but trying to get rid of them as quickly as he could. Cicero felt warm air by his problem and looked down to see the grinning Listener hovering over his cock. Cicero let out a strangled noise, he needed Sin to-but then Sin was giving what he needed. Cicero let out a load moan, not having expected the Vampire to just give him what he wanted. Sin was sucking gently at Cicero's tall erection, liking the bitter taste, reminding him of who this man belonged. Cicero was Sin's and Sin was Cicero's.

Sin was actually doing this as a distraction; he slipped two fingers into Cicero's entrance, no warning. Cicero jerked letting out a strange noise between a gasp and breathy moan, arching his back like a cat. Sin purred in approval of Cicero's reaction, sending vibrations right through the Jester. Cicero was shaking he hadn't though this through, it was almost painful how much pleasure there was, and Sin was only getting started.

"Sin..." Cicero moaned, feeling the sudden change in the man, he went from slightly tense, to almost completely relaxed. With a pop Sin pulled away he gave a fox like grin, and then twisted his fingers in just the right way to slam into Cicero's sweet spot. Cicero's eyes widened for a second before slamming closed as he gave a strangled cry. Sin watched with rapt attention as Cicero writhed beneath him, he couldn't hold back much longer, as good as watching Cicero moan and shiver was, he was going to explode if he didn't get his own attention.

"I… Sin..." Cicero whimpered unable to complete the sentence with the Vampire's hungry eyes traveling over him like he was a treat. Sin's eyes, still the glittering color of purple gems, caught Cicero's ambers the hunger and pure need reflected in them sent wild jolts of electricity through Cicero. He shivered as Sin ran a hand down his side, withdrawing his fingers feeling his mate was properly prepared.

"Want me?" Sin purred chuckling as Cicero's face blushed just a little more as the Jester gave a slightly shaky nod. Sin leaned down licking the bite on Cicero, the Jester's body jerked and he let out a strangled moan, running a hand over the Jeter Sin quickly sheathed himself, stilling immediately, letting the younger adjust.

Cicero immediately bucked his hips, feeling the pain, but loving it, Sin looked at him as if asking permission and Cicero nodded. Sin set a slow pace enjoying his Jester's keening moans and cries for him to move faster. Sin didn't he felt a need to torture his lover. When it finally became unbearable for him, Sin leaned down kissing his lover, readjusting their position ever so slightly before slamming into the jester at a brisk pace, both letting out moans of approval. Sin leaned down, unable to resist and nicked Cicero's neck just slightly, licking at the blood drops and murmuring Cicero's name as he pounded hard.

Cicero felt the nick over the bite and nearly came, but then he felt Sin's tongue and let out a load moan, he was so close.

"Sin!" Cicero screamed arching, as Sin accidently bit him, lightly, but he hadn't intended to do so. The swallow bite bleed and Sin felt like an explosion of pleasure had erupted inside him, as the crimson water filled his mouth. Sin felt Cicero's body constrict around him and slammed into the spent jester's prostate before letting himself release, a low groan of Cicero's name echoing off the walls.

Pulling out of his lover Sin collapsed by him, pulling the still shivering jester to him before wrapping a large fur around them. Sin licked at the shallow bite feeling a bit ashamed, Cicero let out a soft moan, loving the feel of it, but he was too spent to really do much more then drift into a dreamless sleep. Sin healed the bite then kissed the small mark, he realized what Cicero had done, and he'd gotten his pay back, now all he wanted to do was make sure his mate stayed safe, and hopefully happy. Sin drifted off as well, his worries and fear laid aside for a moment as he curled around his mate, drifting off to join him in a dreamless nap.

Falcon finally cornered his prey in a corner of one of the dead end side corridors that the coffins rested, he grinned like a cat, and Nazier pressed back further, his swords were in the main room, he couldn't fight this. Falcon edged closer, and Nazier pressed into the corner further, panting from the run he'd been having, trying to stay away from Falcon.

"Come now, you know the significance of that Night, I chose you, let me show you just how far I can really take your pleasure Nazier. I promise it won't be boring." Falcon's purr effected Nazier, and he was a blushing mess by now, hearing the lurid comments the Vampire had made in pursuit of his quarry would do that to anyone. Nazier shook his head weakly, knowing full well that it wouldn't work.

He didn't want a repeat of that night no matter how pleasurable. The Vampire had disappeared, left him with no trace, why would he want that again? But he did, with each step Falcon took toward Nazier, Nazier's leather pants became more restricting. Nazier lunged, the Vampire taking a defensive crouch and stepping back, Nazier tried to slip past but Falcon pinned him to the floor, straddling his ass, and pinning his arms to his side. Falcon leaned down the purr was gone, he'd become serious.

"I couldn't stay, I never planed all of that to happen, I was just going to help you but then the smell of your blood…" Nazier felt the shiver run through Falcon, and having the older man's cock pressed to his ass wasn't helping his own problem, especially now that his own was pressed to rock, and he could get friction. With each movement Falcon made, it brushed Nazier who tried to press away only to rub against the floor causing himself to get harder and more desperate to escape to his room.

"What, not like there wasn't plenty of other Redguard's in that Desert, their blood…" Nazier was cut off by the soft bite Falcon delivered to his neck, Nazier jerked, letting out a low and soft moan, feeling the pleasure from the bite as well as the friction he was getting against the stone. Falcon licked at the wound rocking into Nazier's firm ass and letting out a moan that was slightly loader than Nazier's, he couldn't imagine a better taste than the Redguard.

"This is what your blood does to me," Falcon murmured into Nazier's ear, rubbing against him again to make a point. Nazier let out another soft moan, not wanting to feel for the Vampire above him, but it was getting harder and harder to resist, just like certain body parts. "It makes me feel like I'm losing control."

"W-why mine?" Nazier stuttered the pleasure from the bite still drifting through him, filling him to the core. He was felt like he was losing control.

"Because." Falcon hummed stopping his rocking, and pulled back slightly, pulling Nazier up and letting go. Nazier leaned against the wall, for some reason not running away, truly wanting an answer. Falcon leaned in closer kissing the small nick he'd placed on the Redguard's neck, Nazier shivers in response. Without knowing why Nazier leaned his head back letting the Vampire gently nip and lick at the small wounds. The pleasure caused by the bites and nicks was incredible Nazier was trying not to moan and rub against Falcon's leg.

"Th-that's not an answer." Nazier rasps, while he propped himself against the wall with one arm, and clinging to one of Falcon's robe sleeves so he doesn't collapse to the floor. Falcon chuckled, leaning against Nazier to add a bit of support.

"Because, your blood sings to me, you're fated to be mine. Just like Cicero's calls to Sin. You are meant to be my mate, you could say soul mate. It's the reason I saved you, and the reason I ran, you were a human, I didn't want to destroy the delicate life you would live. It seems fate forced my hand however, and I can't force myself to not be near you, feel you," Falcon leaned closer brushing his lips against Nazier's ear, "Fuck you."

Nazier's shudder brushed him against Falcon, causing him to moan and lean his head back. Falcon's eyes flashed in a strange way as he leaned in and began sucking at a spot on the neck before him. Nazier had cut his beard off right after being turned. He no longer liked the longish bush on his face now he had a goatee, just like when he was younger. Falcon had no trouble sucking at the neck, the clean shave giving him plenty of room.

"You bastard…" Nazier groaned enjoying every lick and nip he was receiving, he wanted to die. Falcon just continued leaving love bites on the chocolate skin. Nazier was beginning to lose his resolve not to let Falcon have his way, when an idea popped into his head. If he could reach his rooms he'd be safe, and he knew a way to distract the Vampire. Slipping to his Knees Nazier ran a hand up Falcon's crotch, loving the surprised groan the Vampire let out.

"What are you… ah, you little minx!" Falcon groaned steadying himself against the wall with both hands, as Nazier began rubbing the bulge that was all too plain under the restricting leather pants. With the feint of going to reach beneath the soft leather Nazier slipped to the side and ran, straight to his rooms taking a slightly twisting path to throw Falcon off.

"Safe." Nazier breathed, after slamming his door behind him, leaning into the wood with a relieved sigh. He let his head loll back against the wood with his eyes closed, panting after the sprint to his haven. At the Dawnstar Sanctuary he was able to have his own room, he often thought of it as his Sanctuary within the Sanctuary. His hand came up to brush the bites and small nicks that had already healed, but still felt like they tingled with pleasure, he'd been so tempted, too tempted to stay and give Falcon what he wanted. But that promise and resolve not to submit to anyone ever again was always at the back of his mind.

"Far from it if I'm the Danger." A voice whispered near his ear, Nazier jerked away and his onyx eyes snapped open. His head jerked in the direction of the voice to come face to face with Falcon, but how had he gotten in? Nazier backed from him, bumping into a small weapon rack; he grabbed a scimitar and raised it into an offensive position.

"Get back, I'm not letting that happen again!" Nazier hisses, not wanting to feel that completion then suffer the utter loneliness. The night in the Desert was a memory that fuelled a rage in him in battle, a memory he tried to limit to battle, nothing more. Falcon sighed as he looked at the deadly blade that was Nazier's preferred weapon.

"Nazier, come now, the morning after the night in the Desert is not something I plan to repeat. I had left because I felt I could not keep you, my destined mate, safe from my own nature. Something my son seemed to understand but failed to act upon, and I see that his was a better choice then mine." Falcon whispered, staying still and out of range of the Warrior's blade. Falcon held his hand palm out in a sign of peace, but his eyes still smoldered with pure need, but something flashed in the green depths that sent a spike through Nazier, pure want, and adoration that was strange to him, but he realized he longed for it.

"Why should I trust you?" Nazier hissed, onyx eyes narrowing, his breathing was ragged, he wanted to trust the older Vampire, but the pain from the morning following that blissful night hit him hard. He didn't want to feel that again, this Vampire be damned if he thought he'd submit without a fight.

"Because…" Falcon searched his mind but came up blank for a reason that Nazier would accept readily, then he had a thought, maybe not a reason but a gesture was needed. His eyes focused and no longer smoldered with such intensity, as the idea screamed into his mind. He became determined. He let his hands drop to his sides and took a step closer to Nazier, stepping into range of the deadly weapon the Redguard favored. He leaned his head back, exposing his neck, and flashed a grin, his fangs glittering in the dim torchlight. It was a sign of submission as well as an open area for attack. Falcon was showing he'd submit to Nazier as well as saying he trusted the Redguard with his own life. Nazier faltered, his blade lowering slightly in astonishment.

"You willingly exposed a kill zone to an Assassin…" Nazier muttered in pure astonishment, not sure what to do. Falcon just chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed at showing such submissive behavior, and the fact Nazier seemed to miss the important part of the show.

"No, I willingly showed I trusted my, hopefully, future mate with my life." Falcon still had his head cocked back a bit, he tilted his head leaving one side of his neck taunt, "I'll let you bite me if it will prove my loyalty, Nazier. Mark me as ours and so it will be." Falcon had to close his eyes to hold himself still, not at all liking what he was doing, he was dominate, he wasn't meant to expose his neck like this.

Nazier's arm dropped to his side in a useless flop, he was stunned. He hadn't expected this, he expected just about everything under the moon, but this gesture. For some unfathomable reason he felt sure Falcon was sincere with this gesture. He also felt a strange certainty that this gesture would bind Falcon to him, as surly as Falcon's bite had bound him. His instincts told him Falcon would do no wrong if he was doing this. He felt slightly apprehensive as was his nature. He took a tentative step closer.

"Swear on this you won't desert ever again." The words were a low growl ripped from Nazier's chest, and Falcon felt the stirrings of Vampieric power vibrate in the air around the Redguard. He opened his eyes pinning Nazier to the spot he flashed a grin, his eyes filled with humor and understanding.

"I do here by swear to never desert my mate." Falcon states beginning to lower his chin his eyes beginning to smolder a bit ore. Nazier suddenly brought up his scimitar, gently pressing the flat side of the blade under Falcon's chin, threateningly coaxing him to tilt his head back again. Falcon quickly complied, not because of fear, but knowing he'd already sworn to let Nazier bite him.

"I get to mark you. You said it and it'll be that way." Nazier growled with another stir of power, the shadows in the corner shivering in response. Falcon chuckled giving a slight nod, he leaned his head back, again stretching his neck taunt. Falcon's hands stayed by his sides passively, twitching in slight nervousness.

Nazier lowered his blade away from Falcon's neck, he leaned closer, something in him giving a shiver of pleasure at the thought of getting to bite Falcon, especially in a way that would lave a mark. Nazier leaned a little closer, Falcon's scent invading his nose, the man smelt like the dry sands of the desert, a strange alluring spice, with a hint of deadly nightshade and a bit of the salty sea. It was rather appealing, as Nazier closed the last bit of distance brushing the skin with a chaste kiss, before pulling back just a little before biting, hard.

Falcon clenched his jaw and his eyes screwed shut at the sharp spike of pain, but then his eyes snapped open wide at the sudden and undeniable pleasure that flooded through him. His hand's came up, one wrapping around Nazier's waist and pulling him closer, the other coming up further to thread through dark hair and press the sucking mouth closer to the bleeding wound. Nazier's own hands came up and grabbed the front of Falcon's robes, violently tugging the older man closer. A low almost purr was coming from Nazier, and a soft groan came in answer from Falcon.

Nazier unlatched his fangs after a minute, liking the pleasure that coursed through him because of the beautifully sinful taste of Falcon's blood, but knowing he couldn't over indulge, he licked the bleeding bite, not wanting to waste his mate's blood. Nazier froze mid-lick at the shocking thought, he'd thought of Falcon as his mate. Why? Even before he asked he knew why, the damn man was resistant and would be annoying if Nazier didn't relent sooner or later. He finished the lick, shivering in response to the low quite moan that Falcon let out.

"Nazier…" Falcon hissed quietly, his voice horse and rough, filled with a need that Nazier couldn't deny, especially with his own all too painfully obvious. He shivered in response to his name, almost coming when Falcon brought up a leg and rubbed at his need through the tight leather confines.

"Wh-what, Fal-falcon?" Nazier stutters as the other man's leg grinds against him making it hard to focus at all. He tried to clear the haze, only to further lose himself to it. Nazier just gave in and ground into the leg resting his forehead on Falcon's strong shoulder as he tried to stifle his panting breaths. Falcon let out a soft chuckle, nipping at Nazir's neck getting the dark skinned man to shiver.

"I want you under me screaming. Am I allowed?" Falcon whispered this into his new mate's ear, loving the shiver the words caused. Nazier let out a muffled cry, burying his face in Falcon's shoulder as the older Vampire bit his shoulder, near the juncture with his neck. Nazier was now shaking with the waves of pure pleasure. He swallowed hard trying to speak through the bliss. Falcon unfastened his fangs after he bit licking at the blood droplets there.

"Falcon, fuck me." He didn't feel ashamed he felt a pure need that was blinding everything else. The next thing he knew he was pinned down to his bed, Falcon hovering above him with a lust and need shining in his eyes that nearly made Nazier moan. Falcon stripped himself of his shirt, flinging aside his cloak of dark gray in the process. Only in his pants and boots the Vampire was a gorges site, a nicely chiseled chest and arms, along with a few pale crisscrossing scars, and the blood on his lips, it all added up to make him seem like a lustful god.

"Gladly!" Falcon whispers his eyes flashing as he quickly strips his mate, biting here and there on the deep chocolate chest, getting the warrior to almost purr at times. He continued playing with the poor man until Nazier couldn't take it anymore. With a dexterous move Nazier wouldn't have been able to do if he were still human he managed to pin Falcon under him. With a bite to the older man's lower lip that left it bleeding, Nazier pulled back, his lips still sporting a little red.

"I said fuck me, not play with me." He hissed, his tone low and threatening. Falcon chuckled, eyeing his handy work; the warrior's chest was littered with bites, some deep enough to draw blood, other's just barely discernible bruises. Nazier looked like a god in his own right, but now with the bites that littered him, he looked like a vengeful god, and Falcon knew of the punishment the vampire above him might bestow. Falcon green eyes flashed as he gave a grin. Nazier's onyx eyes narrowed and he struck out this time biting Falcon's neck, the other side from his earlier one, only to pull back quickly.

"Well, you are enjoying yourself aren't you?" Falcon purrs back running a hand over the already healed bites, knowing his lip had healed as well, leaving behind a pleasant sting. Nazier shivered, but Falcon had done everything but let him reach completion. He looked at Falcon and a brilliant idea came to mind.

"I'll just ride you if you won't pound me then." Nazier replied, already being prepared it was a valid threat. Falcon was dominate and even if he'd enjoy the show, he didn't like bottoming. He flipped them over pinning Nazier's hands above his head, leaning down and kissing the claim mark on the chocolate neck.

"Fine, I'll take you like you want me to." Falcon whispers against the dark skin, nipping at it before pulling back to lock his gaze with Nazier's silently reveling in the almost unnoticeable blush on the warriors cheeks. Nazier tried to move but Falcon pinched his thigh, causing the warrior to hiss at him in surprise. Falcon let the grin he held grow as he slipped into his mate without warning, the Redguard let out a groan of mixed pleasure and pain arching into Falcon. Falcon took the Redguard slowly, despite the repeated pleas, hitting Nazier's sweet spot each time after he found it. He was slow and was enjoying the pure pleasure he was causing his mate as well as himself, but the fun was wearing thin as he began to feel a need prod at the base of his spine, he picked up his pace, much to Nazier's tearful delight.

"Nazier…" Falcon hissed burying his face in the Redguard's neck, pounding into the dark man, who was making every noise of pleasure imaginable. Nazier bit Falcon shoulder trying to muffle his scream of ecstasy, but a deafening roar resounded in Falcons mind as he clearly heard Nazier's whole mind shriek his name; 'Falcon! ' That was his breaking point, with a howl of Nazier's name Falcon collapsed onto his side pulling Nazier's limp form into his arms. Nazier muttered about Falcon being a cuddling idiot, but the vampire just leaned forward and kissed his claim mark, letting Nazier's shiver make his point.

"I can't help my nature, and besides, Nazier, your too relaxed and content to do much harm or resist." Falcon stated a smug amusement in his tone. Nazier half glared, knowing how true the words were, he was too tiered and comfortable to waste energy on Falcon. Nazier just relaxed into the other's arms and drifted into a dreamless sleep, Falcon joining him after slipping a blanket over them. Both resting and waiting for the trials of the next few days, getting rid of the bodies would come first, then they'd continue rebuilding the Brotherhood like they had been before the attack.

Everyone had settled in, the night flying by and it was well into the day when anyone started to stir, but everyone was content, in the arms of what or who they loved. The dread Father smiled from the void, knowing his mistresses' Listener was well and able. Soon they'd face the bodies then continue their service of Sithis, but for now, just a short while they rested in contentment.

A/N: I don't know what to do now… It's finished! Have fun, review tell me your ideas and opinions of this, I can't read your mind or control you so yeah. Well Emerald, Out! P.S Hope the long chapter is good enough repayment for the long wait. Life can suck sometimes…. Well this is the end of Sin's story?