Heh heh, well yeah its' taking me forever to get these up. I need a calander or something, anyways… on with the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own Oblivion.

Kire yawned, her sleepy eyes scanned over the group that walked briskly ahead of her.

"Hurry up or we'll leave you behind hero," Oz called, her head turned to look back at the slow moving hero. She sighed as she looked forwards ever so often glancing over towards the mage to check on him. So far he seemed perfectly alright with traveling with the two.

Oz looked forwards; a small town lay ahead of them. The wood elf looked up at the falling sun, she frowned as she pressed forwards.

"Come on, we're almost there," she reassured the group looking back towards Kire whose eyes were closed. An annoyed look over came the woman.

"Oi, hero," she shouted the dark elf's eyes snapped open as she stood up rubbing her eyes.

"Mmm," she muttered looking over towards the young scout confused.

"Stop falling asleep on the road, I'm not going to carry you," she stated as she looked up towards the nearing town.

Kire yawned falling onto a bed her eyes closed as she hit onto the soft mattress; Alian looked over at the hero, his dark eyes scanning about the room of the small inn. He was given the first shift for guarding duty, though he wasn't all to pleased about it. His intelligent eyes started at the two girls as they slept peacefully in their dream realms.

He blinked hearing a soft sound, he stood moving quietly to the opening the door just a crack to see a shadow moving across the rotting floor. The man eyes furrowed as he grabbed onto a scroll and drifted into the hallway leaving the door open just a crack. His dark hands moved forwards brushing against the old wood panels as he turned a corner to see a young nord standing innocently at the end of the hallway. Moonlight glistened off of his blonde hair while he looked up towards the Mage. A small grin came across his lips as he pointed behind the man.

Alian turned around only to find something hard slamming him in the face. He flew backwards stars surrounding his vision as he tried to move away from what ever was attacking him.

He scrambled towards the end of the hall narrowly avoiding and axe cutting him in half. His eyes widened as he looked at the tremendous gap left in the floorboard. The man looked up to see a wild eyed Nord standing above him the axe swinging down towards him again. He moved quickly as he scrambled to his feet his hand pointed towards the Nord.

"I don't want to do this," he warned looking towards the man who seemed very unaware of what he was facing. A vicious laugh came from the child Nord as he looked at the mage.

"There is no way you can beat us," he said the elder Nord echoed, his blank eyes staring down the mage's.

"My brother and I are one, thanks to Lord Nekail, and you are the cruel man that has been trying to hurt him. You and your friends must suffer," the two said as the large Nord lept forwards again swinging the axe towards the Red Guard who fell backwards

"And bad people must be stopped."

Kire's eyes opened as she felt something, it was a feeling in the bottom of her gut. Her hand moved slowly towards her pillow reaching for a dagger. Her ashy fingers brushed over the cool metal as the thing came into view it reached forwards and started towards the woman's neck. Kire's eyes narrowed as she swung her arm up slashing at the creature.

The thing jumped back causing the assassin to lose balance and fall on the floor. The woman felt something slam into her back causing her to cry out as she heard a crack. She felt something heavy on her back as she heard Oz scream, the dark elf willed her legs to move as they thumped on the floor she reached back for the object to find skin.

"Hello hero," said a quiet voice, the sound of insanity lingered behind it. The woman panicked throwing the person off of her to see a Brenton on the ground.

Kire stood up alarmed as she looked about, she was trying to adjust to this darkness and the urge to omit was over whelming. Again she heard a scream now coming from down the hall. The dark elf ran forwards to find her self flying backwards as red markings glowed on the door. The woman looked up dazed to see a figure above her.

"Hello Miss Kire." Came a cool voice Kire blinked trying to focus through the pain. Her dark eyes focused on a Dummer. The woman backed up uneasy as she looked at the man and his dark smile.

"Who are you," she inquired her back being pushed up against the wall. Her eyes trying to focus while her brain tried to understand what was going on, she looked towards the grinning dummer and froze at the teeth he displayed so easily.

"Vampire," she whispered her hands reaching for any weapon, but she found none. She heard screaming once again and her eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing here," she questioned as the vampire crept closer his dark eyes focused on hers.

"I came for you," he replied as he pulled out a dagger from its sheath.

Kire bolted towards the end of the small room, she blinked as she found no air coming from her lungs as she fell towards the ground a boot landed on her chest stunning her as she looked up dazed. The vampire stood above her the dagger in hand as he looked down at the woman with a smirk.

"I always wondered what was the worst thing one could do to you hero," the man said as the blade neared her body, the woman began to struggle however the weight of the man kept her down.

"I think the worse thing I could to you at this point is take away all that hope that you once had for this world," the man said as he bent down placing his knee on the woman's back he smirked as he whispered in her ear.

Matthew awoke, his cool blue eyes scanning around his locked room. He had a nightmare of sorts, one of darkness that had been visiting him for many moons now. He sighed as he placed his hand over his heart, the absence of thudding reassuring him that he was still a vampire.

However, a feeling kept him on high alert, as he looked towards the barren walls, his gothic prison made him even more uneasy. Nekail had something evil planned for him and those close to him. The man stood his bare feet touching onto the cool floor as he walked towards the locked wooden door his hand touched it longing for freedom and he closed his eyes trying to remember what had happened.

His emotions rushed him, anger being one of the stronger, while sadness and fear crept into his system. He wanted to be back at the orphanage with Cree and the kids, but he was stuck in this dark place awaiting the sentencing of a crazed man. His hand curled into a fist as it slid away from the only chance at freedom and fell to his side. There was a small hatred in his chest wanting to scream out at the darkness to curse it. Yet, those words stuck deep inside his chest slowly closing around his heart.

His hand slowly moved up to his stomach as it growled in protest. He was hungry and he craved for some sort of substance, but there had been no guards lately and it seemed that his hunger might take control again.

Matthew closed his eyes and sighed sitting down on a chair trying stave away the hunger that beat away at him. He heard a laugh from behind the door it was that cruel laugh that he began to hate with all of his heart.

"I have some good friends for you my beloved Matthew," Nekail said in between that dark laugh of his.

"We seemed to have found your friends. It won't be long now until they're dead," the man said. Matthew was silent, listened for more forcing his head to look at the locked door.

"The orphan, the mage, and the hero shall come here soon. Though I can't say how they'll be when they get here. After all my children might get hungry on the way," the imperial vampire said with a smirk on his face.

"I do hope they're alright," he muttered. He opened his eyes looking directly at the dim moonlight. His plan would be set in motion soon.

"You're too late to save him; you're too late to save anyone, even yourself. Because here you will fall to me and they shall fall after."

Kire's eyes narrowed as she heard the man laughing. She willed her body to move, she wanted to prove the man wrong, no she need to. Her hands took a firm hold of the floor as she pushed up throwing the man off. She grabbed onto the dagger her eyes darkened as she winced at the feeling of pain.

"You're wrong," she whispered her voice was hoarse as she looked up at him with a small grin. She felt light headed as she spoke.

"We're all are to damn stubborn to lie down and die," the dummer argued, as she looked at the man in front of her.

Shane growled as he made his move darting forwards only to find himself blocked by the woman. There was a moment of silence as she looked at him for a moment searching deeply into him before she made her move. Her knee swung up hitting him in the groin. She stood tally her eyes focused on him for a moment as she made the final move digging the dagger into his chest. She was silent waiting for him to move, as her arms trembled waiting for something. There was no sound to be heard as she felt her eyelids drooping. A small smile came across his lips as she moved forwards her hand reaching forwards towards the door handle.

The sound of battle going on outside, the elf hand's grasped onto the cold metal. She walked outside to be greeted first by Alian whose dark eyes seemed to have some sort of strength behind it. His body though, had seen better days with the gashes, and then Oz who stood in her usual strong manner bruises littered her face while cuts over took her armor. Kire looked towards the moon lit window, she smiled.

Oz was the first and last to speak that night.

"That jerk better be alive when we get there, or we'll have to bring him back alive and kill him ourselves."

Yay I finally updated... I really should do this more often. Anyways, read and review.