Hey sorry for the long break it's been awhile since I posted something up, but I tell you it'll be worth it okie doke

Disclaimer: I don't own Oblvion.

An ebbing pain filled the senses of Kire, the faint scent of must and blood filled the hero's senses. A small groan escaped her lips as she opened her eyes to only be faced with darkness and a faint stream of light off in the distance. The hero forced herself to sit up her left arm felt as if it were on fire, but Kire made no indication to this. She pulled herself up to bars which caged her into the shadow prison. She leaned her forhead against the bar as she cleared her head. She had to get out, no, it was more than that. She needed to get out and now.

Her hand reached for the bars as she searched for a lock and any chance of escape, instead she just found cold steel bars. The dark elf gripped onto the bars pulling herself up, with much effort, and she stood breathing heavily her eyes focused on that one stream of light up ahead.

"There's no way out."

Kire turned her head to only find darkness, but faintly she could make out an outline. A person perhaps, but she wasn't sure in this darkness.

"What do you mean," she asked her voice almost lost to her.

"They keep us here. You'll die here, or you'll be changed into one of them. That's worse than dying isn't it," the voice asked. Kire froze as an errie sense fell over her of her first encounter of a doomed voice.

'Death… didn't that wood elf ask me about that?'

"I suppose," Kire answered her voice almost like a whisper as she continued to reach around to find a way out, but instead there was only the limit of her prison shoved down her throat. A sudden creak and bright light flooded into the darkness the dark elf closed her eyes. Heavy foot steps replaced the darkness a whimper coming from the direction of the voice caused the elf to open her eyes only to find two darkly clothed figures dragging a red guard away.

"Hey, stop that," Kire called out as she felt as if something jagged was being pulled through her throat.

She reached up towards her throat a sudden crack reached her senses as she saw the red guard slump to the ground. The dark elf stood there unable to comprehend what had just happened.

'Wake up.' She thought as she looked at the man trying to will him awake, but he stayed on the ground very still and very dead. She looked at the two figures as they came closer a door opened and the two entered into the cage. Kire dropped into a defensive stance.

The two figures chuckled as they rushed forwards almost like rain across leaves. Her eyes widened as she found herself falling to the ground she gasped for air, the taste of copper filling her mouth. Someone grabbed onto her shirt collar dragging her off, the woman's eyes watering due to lack of oxygen. The elf's mind went into panic as her lungs began to burn for fuel. The elf pushed her self forwards ripping her collar from the seam blood poured out of her mouth as she gasped for air. She felt another yank as she was dragged to her feet. The elf looked at the creatures' blood dripping from her chin. She stared them down her hands at her sides curled into fists.

A small smirk played on the lips of the creatures as it lifted her higher from the ground its' eyes hidden behind a black mask.

"You're lucky the master wishes to see you living Dunmer," it hissed as it dropped the assassin to the ground the other being grabbed her hair dragging her towards the stairs. The woman cried out in anguish her legs thrashing about as she tried to stand up. The hero was suddenly let go in front of an altar. Her eyes took a minute to register in the sudden change of light. She looked towards a figure who sat upon the altar carelessly his silvery hair hung just below his chest. There was the sound of liquid dropping against the floor and a muffled scream of a human somewhere behind a gluttonous snarl.

Kire forced herself to stand up her body weakening even as she did so. Her defiant stare looked straight into the eyes of the man which stood before her.

"Ah so you must be Kire, the hero that everyone has been talking about. How nice to finally meet you," the man said looking at the girl a small smirk came across his lips as he began to speak.

"Perhaps you are wondering who I am," he inquired looking at the hero.

"You're the priest Nekail, I was sent here to kill you," the woman answered her legs shaking slightly. Her eyes strong as she felt a dark energy start to close in on the church, "now tell me where is Matthew," she asked almost spiting the words out. The man smirked looking over his shoulder.

He snapped his fingers with a terrible echo filling Kire's ears as she watched two figures emerged holding Matthew's battered body between them.

"What the hell did you do to him," Kire spat as she took a step forwards only to see the man's guards raise their weapons. She let a frown slip as her hands clenched at her sides.

"Answer me," she ordered only to find the man stand up his movements graceful.

"I was only putting my dear Matthew back in line. After all he is born from me," the priest said as he neared the half conscious Matthew he inspected the damage with distaste.

"Don't worry hero, I made sure that they didn't harm you. After all I was hoping to arrange something with you," the man said as he turned to face the woman.

"After all I do love having beautiful people in my ranks, and I would hate to damage someone as beautiful as you," the man said as he began walking closer towards the dark elf. The woman tensed up her eyes narrowing at the very thought of the thing getting close to her.

"After all you need a new purpose after all the orphanage was burned down tragically last night, but it's not like the villagers would care." The man said. Kire stood shocked for a moment, as her minds flashed back to the orphanage and the children stuck inside. She could imagine the flames licking at their pale skin and the cries and pleas of them as the fire started to consume the house. The dark elf found herself snapping as she ran forwards slamming her shoulder into the man knocking him to the ground she leapt on him slamming her fists into any part of his flesh that she could. Her mind screamed for his pain, she wanted to hurt him, she wanted to scar him, and she wanted him to pay. He had killed the kids and for that he couldn't be forgiven.

"You son of a bitch," she screamed as she felt tears welling in her eyes someone grabbed onto her wrists dragging her off of the vampire. She screamed out in rage fighting against the force that held onto her.

Nekail stood rubbing her cheek with a look of aversion in his eyes.

"Such a pity you'll bruise your knuckles with that hero," the man said looking towards Kire as she cursed out the people holding her.

"Shane, take her down to the pen," the man said as he turned to go sit back down on the alter. The guards started to drag the dark elf away as she screamed out bloody murder struggling for her freedom. A slam to the back of her head sent her into silence Nekail looked towards his other prisoner.

"How stupid you must have been dear Matthew, bringing the hero right in my hands, leading me to the pests, and above all daring to show your face around here again," the man said looking towards the man his golden eyes boring a holes in the beaten vampire.

"However I have a fitting punishment for you." The man said as he looked towards the guards holding him and gave only a nod as the lesser vampire was dragged into the darkness of the dungeon. The faint sound of footsteps reached Nekail's ears he smiled as his personal guard returned to his side.

"Sir, what good will come of this," Shane inquired looking towards her lord confused.

"I want to break the hero, that way she can contribute to our plans nicely. After all, even those with the strongest will have to break some time," the vampire said as he opened his eyes.

"Now it's time to prepare for visiting hours. Go change my son," the man said as he stood looking towards Shane.

"Be sure to close the door I don't want anyone seeing the mess," the man said absent mindedly as he stood by the alter as the chattering of civilians drifted between the cracks of the door.

Kire opened her eyes a headache grasped onto her head making it hard to focus as she looked about the room. She heard flies and smelt something foul. She pushed herself to her feet looking around the room her eyes not able to make out much except piles scatter around the room. She heard something faint at first, like a feather falling onto the ground, but then growing louder like a troll walking on ice. She looked about as an uneasy feeling sank into her heart. She felt her fists tightened as a creature leaped at her. The woman swung her fist forwards knocking what ever it was backwards only to send a barrage of black creatures towards her. She hit scratched and kicked anything to keep the creatures away from her. She fought as ferociously as she could only to find a thick liquid weighing her hands down. A small chuckle brought Kire back to her senses. She squinted her eyes making a human, or at least that's what she thought, standing towards the back on the wall.

"Ah, nice show hero," the voice said as it shook her senses.

"Bat boy, is that you," she inquired as she dropped her guard walking forwards. Another chuckle filled the room the woman stopped as a bad feeling set in. The next thing the assassin knew she was on the ground with a red eyed Matthew above her snarling at her. Kire looked at him doing her best to push him off only finding it harder.

She winced as he tore into her forearms she held back any indication of her weakening except for a small shake which now inhabited her arms. The sudden sound of growls took her focus away from Matthew for a moment. A creature leapt forwards biting into her legs the woman let out a scream as she was suddenly reminded of the wolves around the imperial city. A inky black started to crawl to the side of her vision as she felt Matthew's body weight shift off of her. She saw him slam into the wolf. Kire took the time to push herself up, her body already screaming for rest. The sound of growls and snapping caused her to move forwards to look for an exit to this strange prison. She limped forwards seeing it faintly a door in the distance. She moved forwards her hands reaching forwards only to find herself being yanked backwards. Kire's eyes widened as she stretched her arm out as if she was going to reach the door still, but instead she found herself reacquainted to the ground. The blackness threatened her line of sight as it slowly ate away at her vision. The taste of copper filled her mouth as she felt something sharp pierce into her neck. The dark elf raised her hand to slam into the creature, but found her fist failing her. The pain slowly subsided into numbness and all worries faded away.

'Martin… I'm so sorry. I was to weak.' The woman thought as her mind vanished and she was left empty.

I assure you the next chapter will be better and quicker. Hee no more finals till much later so it'll be up sooner, perhaps not at two in the morning as well, yeah that would be nice, anyways please review.

P.S. I haven't killed off our heroine so don't be yelling at me for that.