Alas dear readers here comes the third chapter of this already dying creative river. XD anyways we have at last a first makings of a plot in this chapter. So please hold on tight and so forth.

Disclaimer: I don't own Oblivion, I don't own Martin, and Kire is partially my creation. I do own Mathew and this story line.

Two rushed figures ran across the darkly lit landscape silently making their way towards an unknown destination. The taller one leading the shorter one by the hand as they made their way towards a sleeping town which lay in the valley below, there was the faint sound of breathing coming from the two as the howling of wolves filled their ears.

"Hurry," ordered a strong voice in the darkness as they began their decent towards the village to only stop in front of a small tavern.

"Ladies first," the man said his eyes looking down at the hero who just scoffed and walked inside. The hero looked over towards the half awake Orc who glanced over towards the two.

"How can I help you," she inquired looking towards the dark elf and eyeing the Imperial suspiciously.

"We need two rooms," Kire said, looking towards the woman with a smile. The Orc smiled naturally as the dark elf surrendered her septims to her and received the keys.

The two walked wearily up the stairs Kire forking a key over towards the man before she turned in for the night. As the Dunmer walked into the room she found herself falling onto the mattress sleeping taking her quickly as she did so, she fell into a dreamless blackness awaiting the night to continue traveling.

'Bang'

'Bang'

The elf opened her crimson eyes looking towards the door as another bang broke into her hearing she stood up walking towards the door.

"One second," she muttered reaching for the door before it burst open sending a shock of surprise though the Dunmer's body.

"Sorry miss, we're looking for a vampire fugitive. Have you seen this man," a guard asked holding up a picture for the elf to see. The woman reached forwards taking clasp of the sketch as she looked at it her eyes half closed as she did so. She froze slightly as she recognized the man whom she had been kidnapped by.

"No," the woman responded lying naturally to the guard she smiled weakly.

"I'm sorry I'm rather tired, could you let me sleep," the woman asked as she watched the men leave. She walked towards the door closing it before she heard Mathew's voice.

"So you saved me. What a kind soul."

"You rather I go get them now," Kire inquired as she heard him stepping closer. She found herself stiffening up as he did so.

"I don't know, I might just have to react now wouldn't I," the man said his breath brushing against her ear.
"After all, killers hate being caught and all. It's so boring," he whispered as his left arm wrapped around the woman's neck his right arm restraining her arms. Kire looked straight ahead her body trembling slightly in the man's grip.

"Murder," she asked keeping the fear from her voice.

"Don't worry, I only kill those that have no use for me," the man whispered in her ear.

"But, you have awhile before that happens now don't you hero," he said releasing the woman and turning around laying down in her bed. Kire took a moment to compose herself staring at the door before she turned to see Mathew laying there.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing," she inquired as she glared at him. "You have your own room you know," she added pouting slightly.

"They're after me, and anyways I have to make sure you don't go running," the man mumbled already half asleep.

'Damn him…'

Kire sighed and frowned trying to find the furthest part of the bed from the vampire before she curled up and tried to fall asleep.

Matthew cracked open one eye looking at the slumbering warrior, he sighed grabbing onto the blanket and placing it down on her body. He glanced towards the door and smiled to himself. He was going to be able to keep his promise. A small smile snuck its' way onto his lips before he fell into a dreamless slumber.

Kire opened her eyes to see the vampire getting ready.

"Hurry up," he said blatantly looking over towards the assassin.

"Alright," she responded almost as if she was still asleep. She stood up stretching her arms above her head looking at the blanket which she had slept under.

'I don't remember that…'

The elf shook it off as she followed Matthew out.

"Where are we going now," she inquired looking towards the man who didn't even turn.

'How sociable…' she thought sourly as she pouted as they left the inn and started walking once again, from Matthew's pace it seemed like they weren't going to be in any rush tonight. Kire froze as she heard the sound of metal against cobblestone behind her. She felt Matthew grip onto her forearm as he began to drag her along.

"Hold on," he whispered as their pace began to quicken. The guard's pace increased as well until the two were running with the silver clothed figures after them. Kire reached for something on her belt pressing herself closer to Matthew.

"Hang on," she whispered as she opened a scroll and began to chant.

There was a flash of light as the two vanished into the night leaving behind only a torn scrap of white clothing behind.

More to be added in the next chapter, geez, it seems like this is going to be much longer than I originally planned. b sorry folks.