Yosh, he're chapter seven. All things are going smoothly plot wise hopefully I'll be able to make this chapter a bit longer due to the fact I'm going to shove a lot of the plot into this. There will be twists, turns, and shockers in here so those with fragile hearts it's to late for you.

Anyways, on to the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own Oblivion

She felt cold, almost empty, yes this was the only feeling Kire could describe. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling the sound of chattering sounded so faint in the distance. Her sight slid over towards the side of the room she willed her hand to move as she reached forwards the white dressings covering most of her ashy skin. She wanted to ask to get something out, but instead she found her voice ripped away from her.

"Hey, slow down there," someone ordered Kire opened her mouth again wanting to ask hoping to ask, but still nothing remained there. A small hand gripped her's and she found herself frozen as she looked up to see who it was. Before her stood a wood elf that she had met only a few days before.

"You were banged up pretty bad you know," Oz mentioned as she looked towards the half-dead elf. She offered up a grin only getting a blank stare in return.

"Well we really didn't get that well introduced, I'm Oz, and you're Kire the hero right," the elf asked still getting no response. The wood elf sighed and took a seat on the ground looking over towards Kire.

"I'm not surprised that you can't talk, it looks like someone was scratching at your throat, but you're lucky there was no bites and all. Whoever dumped you on the side of the road must of thought that you were going to die," Oz mused as she looked at the Dark elf who gave no response, but moved her lips slightly. The spy leaned in only to find the faintest whisper of words drifting from the woman's lips.

"Where's Matthew?"

"Mattie," the girl said as she looked away.

"I was assuming he was dead. After all only a few of us we're able to escape the fire, and Mattie wouldn't let that happen to us," the girl said as she bit her lip as she tried to muster the strength to look towards the dark elf again.

"But, you're still alive, so he maybe still alive…"

'But, there's no guarantee…' Kire thought as she closed her eyes for a moment her body still felt numb in a terrible sense.

"Save him."

"Hmm, I suppose we'll have to save him, but you have to get better otherwise you might as well as be dead, and I don't like zombies they're creepy," the wood elf said as she stood up stretching her arms.

"I'm going to go practice outside, don't worry I'll guard you until you're better. After all we'll have to save Mattie together," the girl said changing to a cheerful tone. She moved forwards and walked towards the door light spilling inside and touching the two.

'A moments peace…'

Kire looked at her arms covered in the white and red mess. She said nothing as she examined what she could. She might as well have been cut into pieces due to the fact that she couldn't get her other limbs to respond. Very faintly she could hear the sound of metal against wood and continuous 'thunk'. Kire didn't move, she listened to the heart beat of the work that Oz was doing.

Oz frowned as she looked at her aim, she hadn't been the same since the ambush and her fingers ended up in their state. It hurt to hold things and her aim had been off. She frowned and put a determined mask upon her face. She had to heal herself, Cree and the kids needed Mattie back, the hero would need Mattie back, hell she needed the block head back. After all he had saved her more than a few times, he had always been looking out for her ever since that day, and now was her time to finally pay him back She released another arrow narrowly missing her target. Her eyes narrowed as she locked herself out of the world.

'I am aiming for something greater than myself… I aiming for the forgotten truth… I am aiming for the muted cries of desperation… I am aiming for..'

She released as the arrow flew forwards slamming into the chest of a monk. Her eyes narrowed as more seemed to appear from nowhere. The elf notched another arrow as she jumped towards the top of the shack which contained the hero.

"Back off and you won't end up like you're friend over there," the elf spat as she notched another arrow.

The monk let a sincere smile slither across his face.

"You, kill me," he inquired as he closed his eyes letting out a small chuckle. Oz stood still her eyes not leaving the target. The elf shook slightly as a ominous feeling swept over her senses. She turned her head only to see a creature behind her with a sword raised up above its' head.

A heartbeat filled the vampire's sense of hearing.

One single heartbeat awoke him from his slumber. He looked around to find himself in a dimly lit room seemingly alone.

'What happened?' The man thought as he looked down at his hands to find them clean of any wounds or dirt. He stood as he looked at his arms to find them clothed with black sleeves.

"Ah good to see you're up Matthew," Nekail said looking towards his prey.

"I was hoping to convince you to join again. After all what is there to turn to?" The man asked smiling evilly towards the vampire.

"What are you talking about," Matthew asked as he slowly eased himself into a defensive position, he had a feeling that the sadistic bastard was plotting something.

"There was an unfortunate accident at the orphanage. It seems like one of the little angels knocked over a lamp in the night, the poor dears weren't able to escape the flames," the man said his eyes locking on Matthew who stood there shocked.

'It can't be possible; one of them had to have gotten out!' He screamed in his head denying such terrible possibility.

"And that lovely girl that escorted you here had an accident while walking around the grounds. It seems people are so unlawful these days," the man added only to receive a sharp snap from his former minion.

"Why the hell are you doing this?!"

A small smirk was Matthew's only answer.

Oz shivered she was covered in blood, a body lay before her and the hero stood huffing before her. Bandages wrapping her scared skin and a rusted sword in her hand. The dark elf stood up straight walking to the tip of the roof looking over the creatures and the monk.

She turned her head slightly her face hidden behind silver locks.

"Cover me," she ordered as she stepped forwards plummeting towards the ground. Oz nodded her head as she notched an arrow readying herself for battle.

Kire began to walk forwards her eyes on her one target, the monk. She began to walk forwards slowly, calm as she held the sword at her side her body relaxed as she heard a small whistle while arrows flew towards the creatures that dare lunge out at her. She saw two out of the corner of her eye, her body began to move and the dark elf skewered one of the trolls while the other was shot through the throat. Kire kicked on the troll's shoulder to dislodge the blade from its' flesh.

She continued walking her mind locked on the task she had ahead and the monk who was beginning to cower in front of her. The woman continued her journey hacking at anything that got close to her until she was face to face with the monk. A sharp object pressed into her stomach, but Kire made no indication of this. She reached forwards grabbing onto the monk's neck her red eyes narrowed as she spoke.

"You will return to that thing you call master, and tell him this." The woman began as her grip tightened causing the man to struggle. She moved closer her breath tickling his ear.

"Tell him…"

Nekail frowned as he crossed his legs looking towards the minion which had failed him.

"What," he asked coldly looking towards the man.

"Sir, the hero still lives, she, she and one of the orphans they killed my entire unit."

"Yet, you're still alive. What a disappointment," the man muttered looking at the monk in disgust.

"Wait, sir, she wanted me to deliver a message to you sir," the monk begged as he saw the guards coming closer.

"Spit it out," Nekail ordered looking at the man boredly.

"She told me that she is coming for Matthew, and she said one more thing."

"What's that?"

"She said she's going to kill you for the children you have killed."

Nekail frowned snapping his fingers as the guards grabbed onto the monk his eyes looking towards the quivering man as he was dragged away. Nekail stood looking towards the stained glass windows with a small smirk on his face.

"Kill me eh," he mused with a small smile.

"Shane," the man said as he closed his eyes.

"Yes sir,"

"I need you to give something to Brother Loren; tell him it's a request from an old friend," Nekail said as he reached into his pocket pulling out a crème colored paper. He handed it to the young man and smiled.

"Do travel safely Shane," he said as he watched the man walk down the aisle to the real world.

Kire looked towards Oz who was sitting quietly on the window sill, her dark eyes peering outside. The dark elf shoved a dagger in her boot while her other hand reached for another to arm herself with.

"You don't have to come with me if you don't want to," Kire said as she stood up fully armed she looked towards the wood elf who was still looking out the window.

"I have to come; you'll get killed if you continue on like this. It's amazing to think that you saved the world and all," Oz said as she sighed all of her things in place she looked at the hero and smiled.

"After all, you don't know where we are," she said simply as she turned and walked towards the door.

"Clever kid," Kire muttered as she gave a small tired smile and followed the wood elf.

"You better not get us lost then squirt," Kire said as she ruffled Oz's hair only to receive a vicious look from the younger elf.

"I'm not a squirt," Oz said coldly. Kire just let out a nervous laugh and nodded her head not really in the mood to argue after her fun adventure with the trolls and the monk. Oz trotted forwards shoving her hands in her pockets as she looked around the area deciding on the best course of action.

It was a few hours later when the two arrived in a small little village.

"Don't make too much of a fuss, it would be best if people didn't know why we are here. These people are in the palms of Nekail," Oz said as she grabbed onto Kire's wrist dragging her through the crowd and inwardly cursing the dumb amazed look on the elder woman's face.

'Damn it, why does she have to look so stupid. Five septims we're going to get caught…' Oz thought miserably as she dragged Kire into a small inn.

"We need to rent a room," Oz said cheerfully to the clerk who eyed the two suspiciously and nodded.

"Very well," the man said as he gave the key to the two after receiving his payment. The two retreated to the room and Oz sat down on the floor looking over towards Kire.

"You stick out to much Dunmer," the girl said as she sighed leaning her head against the wall.

"What do you mean," Kire asked.

"Well for one that stupid excited look you had when you got here, how you walk, and your armor and weapons just off the top of my head," the girl muttered as she put all of her weapons down by her side. She sighed looking towards the window.

"It's going to get dark soon, you should get some sleep," the woman muttered as she leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.

"After all, vampires come out at this hour."

"Wait, that reminds me. Oz you're not a vampire are you," Kire said as she looked at Oz from her perch on the chair.

"Nope, just a wood elf." Came the wood elf.

The wood elf faded from consciousness drifting into a dreamless black; suddenly she picked up something that sounded faint towards the edge of her hearing. The young girl opened her eyes looking at Kire who was asleep upside down on the chair. Oz shook her head in disappointment. She reached for anything as she crept closer to the door. She could still hear the footfalls still faint, but she could sense it was getting closer. A slam outside of her door confirmed her fears, they was a vampire in the building.

She waited patiently for the thing to leave before she opened the door to find a man sleeping on the ground a small trickle of blood running down his neck.

'Great another person for me to baby-sit…' Oz thought sarcastically as she grabbed onto the man's ankle dragging him into the room closing the door gently before closing the door.

Oz sighed as she placed the man on the bed she sat next to the bed closing her eyes an irritated expression on her face, it would be awhile before she would be able to sleep during the night again.

'I'm stuck with the children…'

TNT: Oh ho, it would seem that Matt has been kidnapped, kinda? Anyways we have Oz our young

Oz: I'll kill you

TNT: I mean mature archer protecting out hero. And who is this new face among the group, can he be trusted or may he bring valuable skills to the group? Find out, when I write the next chapter