Chapter 1: Years later, and the hit is made

We do not own Oblivion, but we do own Dark, Baldric, and Jocelin. As well as other OC's

DarkPriest1221: Well here's the first chapter, since we began with Baldric and Jocelin in the last one, we are bringing in Dark now so, enjoy, and if you don't ┌∩┐o\_/o┌∩┐.

RDA: Yawn sleepy…..-_-zzzzzzzz

*pant**pant**pant* was the sound echoing through the halls of the Ayleid ruins, as a Breton ran down the halls terrified of something, or someone. He kept on running, fearing for his life until he came to a dead end. Now literally beside himself with fear, the young Breton turns around and screams into the darkness.

"SHOW YOURSELF YOU BASTARD, I KNOW YOU'RE HERE SOMEWHERE!" then out of nowhere a hand extends out from in front of him covers his mouth, then not a second later a small dagger was stabbed into the neck of the Breton, and as much as he wanted to, he could not scream, then the figure of an Argonian man's silhouette appeared and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. The creature then turned the dagger in his throat and barely whispered out loud.

"Sithis is very disappointed in you, that is why the Night Mother is now pleased with your passing." He pulls the blade out of the young man's neck and blood squirts lightly trickling on the assassin's boots. He let go of the Breton and the man fell down with a thud on the ground. The Argonian then pulled out a small piece of paper and dipped his index finger in the blood of the Bretons on the dagger.

"Target, Sencil Dorfuare, dead" he then crossed out the name on the small piece of paper with the blood on his finger. While he did that another figure appeared in a black robe behind the Argonian. The Argonian did not turn around but acknowledged the mysterious figure by speaking up.

"What do you want, I took care of the damn target, what else do they want me to do?" the mysterious figure did not move, but he spoke up not shortly after the Argonian finished his small rant.

"Ocheeva wants you to report back to the sanctuary now Dark, she says that she has a special assignment for you." Dark did not answer him with a response or let alone even looking at him, instead all he did was raise his hand and waved him away as confirmation, after that the man disappeared back into the shadows, Dark put the list of names back into his small satchel on his waist, he then looked at the body on the ground.

"I'll be back for your head later," he turned around and walked to the entrance, "don't go anywhere."

As soon as he got outside, Dark took off the hood that covered his face and revealed that his scales were all black; he looked up into the morning sky and then faced west, "Cheydinhal….how I loathe that desolate hole, a hole where strangers call me family….a family that I hate." He then began to walk on a dirt path all the way to Cheydinhal. On the way there he stopped off at the Imperial City's market district, to get some ingredients for a poison that he has been perfecting for almost a year, but as soon as he turns the corner to the "Main Ingredient" he bumped into what looked to be a Wood elf draped in a black cloak with patterns of deep blue ice-like designs all over it. The second Dark bumped in to the Bosmer, the wood elf fell to the ground with a bit of a thud, while all that happened to Dark was a bit of a stumble backwards.

"Watch where you are going you buffoon, just because you are short does not make you blind," snapped Dark "you are lucky I have places to be, and the Imperial guard are swarming like flies today, otherwise your intestines would be spread out all over these fucking streets. Now get out of my way you piece of trash."

The Bosmer just ignored everything that Dark had said, stood up and dusted off the dirt, as soon as he was finished, he placed a hand on Darks shoulder, which to Dark was as cold as ice, perhaps, even colder. He then whispered in his ear, "You should really learn to control your temper, and watch your fucking mouth," His grip then tightened and it felt as if his grip also got colder to the point to where Dark's shoulder was on fire. Dark's eyes widened in amazement as he felt his heart slowly stop. He didn't know why, but, for the first time he felt fearful because he saw in this bosmer's eyes as Dark fell to his knees, something not of this realm "if you ever talk to me like that again…I will kill you without hesitation, do you understand, now have a nice day." Then with that, the Bosmer let go of Dark's shoulder and walked on.

Dark regaining the ability to pump blood was slowly coming back but it eventually did, "what…what just…happened?" Dark questioned, he stood up and saw the position of the sun "Damn, if I'm late again Ocheeva will have my head for this, not that I can't take her anyways." Dark thought, and so he decided to leave the Imperial City to head for the Dark Brotherhood's sanctuary. As he entered Cheydinhal Dark's thoughts went back to the Bosmer he ran into not but a few hours, but those thoughts quickly died down as he approached an old, run-down, abandoned house and entered it. He then found his way around the debris and junk scattered till he found the door to the basement. He proceeded this area pretty much the same way as the floor above, but in the basement there was a giant hole that had a creepy red glow irradiating out of it he went through the hole until he came to a door with a skull and other designs as well, he pushed the door open and then another Argonian appeared, female, and pissed off.

"Dark, where have you been," the Argonian woman snapped, "you were supposed to have been here an hour ago." Dark didn't react much to her; all he did was huff at her.

"Look Ocheeva, I'm here now so lay off," he growled at her, "now what is this damn assignment that couldn't wait until I could find more of these Brotherhood members that left."

"No" Ocheeva said "this target is too important to let any other members take it, other brother's and sister's have been killed on this assignment, I believe that you are the one that can finally finish this mission, once…and…for…all." Dark, after hearing what Ocheeva became interested "Go on." Dark said.

"Well we were given this task about a year ago, and so far no one of the Brotherhood has been able to take care of this," Ocheeva told Dark, "and we all believe that you are the perfect one to take out this target, there is no bonus for this assignment, your reward is that you live to see another day, understand." She then handed Dark a small slip of paper with the name of the target on it, Dark looked over the paper and smiled, an evil, wicked smile that would make Molag Bal seem like a saint.

"I understand completely," he looked down at the small painting of the target, "I assure you Ocheeva that this Altmer will die by my hands. I promise." She nodded her head and walked away. Dark then looked once more at the paper and grinned even more. "Target, Jocelin."

DarkPriest1221: well the first official chapter has finally been posted, what do you guys think tell me what you all thought, ohhh yeah and if you flame this, I will find you and "Flame" you do you understand.

RDA: (sigh) that's not what you say you say "If you flame this the flames will be used to roast marshmallows and make s'mores" hahahahaha now we are on to chapter two….he took so long on this one didn't he?

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