A/N: I'm honestly not sure what exactly to write for this chapter. xD The last chapter I messed up on so I'm really hoping this turns out better. ^^ Anyway, thank you for reading, favoriting, following, and reviewing. It means alot. ^_^ And I hope you like this chapter! :D
I walked through the streets on the Waterfront, sighing at my clawed up arms. It's been years since I had I nightmare like that, the last one being when I was fourteen and had been chased by followers of Sheogorath after meeting them the day before. Why I was there, I have no idea. I think I was looking for alchemy ingredients... I scanned the boat that pirate guy's supposed to be on, and saw some boxes I could hide in. Walking over to them also saw a terrace attached to the back of the boat, probably leading to the captains quarters. Maybe.
I walked away and back to the alley I hid my stuff in and changed my clothes. I hope this will work.
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I was wearing a dress I had created myself, and it drew eyes to me where ever I went. I was wearing a tight short black dress with the fabric at my thighs ripped, dangly earrings, a necklace I could choke people with, and black sandals, my hair piled up into a loose wavy bun. I also put makeup on pretty heavily. If this doesn't get me into the captains quarters, I don't know what will. The scratches on my arms also helped my image for what I'm pretending to be. I don't really want to say it since it makes what I'm doing all the more real.
I had coated my lips in paralytic poison that I had built up an immunity for, so if he kissed me- as much as the idea disgusted me- he would be paralyzed and I could poison him for good, killing him. Daggers and poison, two of my favorite things. Unfortunately, if all goes to plan, I won't use daggers.
I walked over to the ship- the Marie Elen- and used my best seductive voice to ask t see the captain, Gaston Tussaud I think his name is.
"Oi, capt'n! This girl 'anted a word with ya!" The man called. An older man, maybe in his forties, looked up and smirked.
"Alright, a word we 'ill have." Gaston looked me over and I willed myself not to slap him. Disgusting pirates... "What's your name, girl?"
"Arri." I said, moving closer to my target. When I get back to the santuary, I need forty bathes. "You know, you're handsomer than I thought, Captain." I purred. He smirked evilly and roughly kissed me, so suddenly I froze up. He pulled away a few seconds later and looked confused, lips not able to move. He grew completely still then and I pushed him over.
"I'm also a messenger of death, child of Sithis, Murderer... a great many things." I then coated my nails in a mixture of Fire Damage and Damage Health poisons, scratching his now naked upper body, watching flames lick against his cuts and his skin boil, dissolving or charring. After I was through with my handiwork, I took his key and went over to the terrace door. I looked around, listening for anyone, before diving into the icy waters and swimming away.
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A few days later I was arriving in Cheydinhal, my already torn dress even more torn up and muddy, my hair filled with pine needles and leaves. My face was dirty, my heels were broken so I had to carry them, and I had faint scars of my scratches on my arms. All in all, I looked like Oblivion. People stared at me, and I resisted the urge to hiss at them. That might cause a problem. I went over to the Abandoned House and ducked inside, eager to get home.
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When I got into the Sanctuary, everyone was waiting at the entrance for me, smiles on their faces. Sometimes its easy to forget they're cold blooded killers. I grinned and gave an exaggerated bow.
"I know, I know. I look fabulous." I said, giving a final bow. Everyone laughed. Except Mr. Snuggles, that bloody Khajiit was still called me a foul smelling ape.
"In honor of our Sisters first official contract, we've decided to celebrate!" The Mistress of the Sanctuary exclaimed, giving one of those famous Argonian grins. "Lucien! Get in here!"
A robed man with a black made his way twords me and I felt my heart skip a beat. I could feel the darkness radiating from him and hot damn it felt good. I smiled and bowed again.
"Speaker Lachance, I give my most sincere thanks to you for not simply telling me the password for the Door." He smirked and chuckled darkly.
"I didn't know you couldn't read very well, dearest Sister. And please, call me-"
"LUCIEN!" A screaming voice sounded from somewhere behind Lachance. I peered around the creepy yet somewhat amazing man and saw Antoinetta Marie running towards us, dagger in hand. My assassin instincts kicked in and I jumped around Lucien, pushing him down in the process and taking Antoinettas dagger in the shoulder. Her eyes widened and I could feel a searing pain in my shoulder but I didn't care at this point. I've felt worse.
"Are you alright, Speaker?" I asked, slowly pulling the dagger out of my shoulder. I winced but some restoration magic could heal this pretty easily. Antoinetta glared at me, rage so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife.
"Yes, I'm alright. But you didn't have to do that, dearest Sister. Antoinetta Marie and I have been training and I told her to do that." I stared at the black robed man, disbelief coloring my features. I took a dagger for this guy, only to find out he knew she would do that. Damn.
I stared at the ground, my bangs covering my eyes and hiding my blush. I stomped away towards Vicentes room and slammed the door open before slamming it shut again, revealing a very surprised vampire. I sulked into his office/room and plopped onto a chair across from where he was sitting, my head resting on the table between us.
"I'm an idiot, Vicente. I got stabbed trying to protect Luc- Speaker Lachance and then found out it was a training session for Antoinetta." I was stuttering for some reason and my heart felt like it was being stabbed with a mace. With poison. And rust.
"You're not an idiot, Arri." The Brepirial vampire said soothingly. "I'd say you're the exact opposite of an idiot. And the opposite of ugly, if it makes you feel any better." I looked up at the vampire, blushing. Vee's my best friend and the only one I actually trust, but I don't really like him in that way. He continued. "And if our dear Speaker can't see what's in front of him, he's a fool." Suddenly, the door opened making me jump. Vicente just looked over and smirked.
"I'm a fool, eh?" Luciens voice said, coated with dark humor. "Says the vampire hitting on an assassin who kills more for enjoyment than profit." I blushed again and straightened up. I'm not about to lose my dignity. Or what's left of it. Vicente looked at me, head slightly tilted.
"I didn't think you were so much like Lucien." He said simply. My eyes went wide and I franticlly looked back and forth at the murderers before me. What in Oblivion's going on? Lachance tilted his head also, studying me.
"I do enjoy killing in the name of our Dread Father, Sithis. More so than I should, I suppose." He mused. "What about you, Anirria?" I froze. I know that everyone in the Dark Brotherhood kills without remorse but as far as I know most kill for profit, as opposed to pure enjoyment...
Without thinking, it felt as though something possessed me and I smiled darkly. "I revel in the slaughter of others, their misery, the look of terror on their paralyzed faces as I slowly burn them, cut them, or poison them in the name of Sithis, and the thrill of having power over others." Lucien and Vicente stared at me, Lucien smirking darkly and Vicentes mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes wide. I blushed again. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I don't know what came over me." My mismatched orbs locked onto Vicentes pale pink ones and I stood up suddenly, quickly walking out of the room.
(...)Vicente POV(...)
Strange. I hadn't pictured Arri as a sociopathic killer. I suppose it was to be expected since Lucien told me about her time with Rufio, but it's surprising. Antoinetta is somewhat insane and takes her killing-talk in such a manner only when Lucien is around, but Anirria was honest in her words. I could tell by the way she stared into Luciens eyes and how her body didn't slightly tense up. If nothing else, it relaxed. And I'll admit, I do find Anirria to be attractive but it's only for the fact that she reminds me of someone I loved many years ago, so long that the memories of her I hold onto are tugging out of my grasp.
"She certainly has a certain... flair to her, don't you think, Speaker?" I said as I opened The Five Tenets book.
(...)Anirria POV(...)
I walked down the street, looking up at the night sky. I had found a small cabin in the woods with a small farming family there, a married couple and two children, one around ten and the other maybe eight. I killed their parents in front of them before locking them in a basement with some food and water. I'm usually above killing children, and the only time I will is if they're older than fifteen and if the dark fog wrapped around my mind was thick enough with blood lust. I may be a killer, but I have my morals. I was making my was back to the sanctuary when I saw a male Breton out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at me and seemed vaguely familiar, but I just turned around and ducked back into the abandoned house.
When I got back inside, Lucien had his hood off and was walking towards me. I stiffened and I saw him smirk at the small movement. I noticed he had deep brown eyes, pale skin, and his medium length hair was pulled back loosely. He didn't look half bad. Hot damn.
"Hot damn?" He said, smirking. I instantly realized that unless he could read my mind, I had said that out loud. Great.
"Uh, yes. You're eyes are brown." He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"Hot damn indeed, dearest Sister." Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Why do you call me dearest Sister instead of dear Sister like everyone else?" I tilted my head in curiosity.
"Because I find you to be dearest rather than dear," He said as if it was common knowledge. Suddenly, I felt the feeling that came before I lost control of my body. Perfect.
"And I find you equivalently dearest, beloved Speaker." I purred. In my mind I was screaming though. "Someday I'd also like to see how you kill, if that's alright. I'm quite sure you are a master conductor in the Symphony of Sithis, himself." Damn it, what am I saying? I sound like an idiot. To my immense surprise the Speaker grinned darkly. All of his smiles are dark though, so I suppose he just grinned.
"That would be quite alright, Sister. I would also like to see you burn the flesh off of those beneath us, and poison those who oppose us." Wow. Apparently Lucien Lachance enjoys it when people take humble-ness to the extreme with him. He even complemented me back. When I felt myself back in control, I blushed madly and stiffly walked away, followed by Luciens laughter. I'm going insane all over again...
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I lied on the floor in the middle of the main hall of the sanctuary, utterly confused. I had looked everywhere, but couldn't find my lettuce. I found the yarn and lesser soul gem, but no lettuce. I couldn't ask for help since everyone was gone on contacts and Vicente was out feeding, and the house was a mess. I broke the dishes looking for my lettuce, over turned tables, and tore up books. No lettuce. Now I've been slowly clawing at my arm looking for the lettuce. It's a smart vegetable, so it's probably in my arm. In my arm...
I started humming a song, but I couldn't remember where I learned it. Maybe from Lucien. I love Lucien. When he gets back he'll help me find my lettuce. Funny, I haven't felt this relaxed and frustrated at the same time since my days as a devout to Sheogorath. I forgot how good it feels... Suddenly the Black Door, as I found out it was called, opened. I was giggling and digging my nails into my arm, making up a song about lettuce. I heard feet walking towards me and saw Vicente staring down at me, eyes filled with what appeared to be concern. Why should he be concerned? This is peaceful...
"Hi Vee," I said, giggling. "Thanks for making it in time. I think the lettuce is hiding in my arm, but I cant tell cause of the blood. I need help, the stuff tastes awful." I made and exaggerated face and held out my arm. Vee backed up, his eyes on my arm. "Vee? What's wrong?" I rolled over onto my stomach, my eyes filled with tears. Does Vee hate me? I looked at my arm and it dawned on my that it's my arms fault, not mine. The lettuce must have contaminated it. I gave a determined nod and crawled over to Vee.
"What's wrong, Anirria?" He asked cautiously. I sighed and got onto my knees, cradling my bleeding arm in my other arm.
"Vee, I need you to help me. I can't find my lettuce, and since blood makes me sick I need your help to get the lettuce out of my arm." My voice dropped down to a whisper. "Before he comes." I nodded animatedly and held my arm out. "Please, Vee? It'll be fine, I just need the lettuce." Vee got onto his knees in front of me and sighed, looking hungrily at my arm. He suddenly grabbed it roughly and I felt him bite into it before everything went black.
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I woke up suddenly, looking around. I was in Vicentes room. There was broken furniture everywhere, along with broken dishes and a bunch of potatoes. I suddenly remembered what happened and realized I had another...'Insane Moment', as I like to call them, for the first time since I stopped worshiping Sheogorath. I used to be like that all the time, obsessed with the need to have yarn, a soul gem, and that gods forsaken lettuce. I groaned and covered my face with my hands, hoping nobody else knew.
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! In my opinion, this turned out a bit better than my last chapter and I hope you guys feel the same. I also hope you will like chapter five, too! And sorry if the personalities of Vee (Vicente) and Lucien aren't right, I just imagine Vee as a sweet vampire guy and Lucien as a sadistic sociopath that's also awesome and my biggest game-crush. And the lettuce part came from how you need a roll of yarn, a soul gem (forgot what kind), and a head of lettuce to summon Sheogorath, and she's an ex devout of the madgod. xD Anyway, thank you again for all of the support in the reviews, they help me out alot and keep me from dropping this story and moving on, as I have a habit of doing. In conclusion, I hope you're liking the story so far and I hope you'll like it as it goes on, too. Thanks! ^^