A/N: So here's the next chapter

Chapter 2: Recruitment

Silence, silence had swept throughout the halls of the Sanctuary. Its inhabitants were either asleep or away. It was strange to think, that that most dangerous of people were at their most vulnerable in their own Sanctuary, as they lay ignorant of the world around them. Perhaps that was the reason why the living dead walked through their corridors. That was the reason why a Dark Guardian was wide awake, mace in hand. Yet as it was not all its residents were fast asleep.

Through reinforced double doors sat two figures. One, a female Argonian, shuffling through papers; her eyes squinting as she tried to remain awake. She was determined to get today's paperwork finished before anything else. The other, a male Breton with startling bloodshot eyes, sat opposite her, a glass of wine in hand

"Have you heard anything from our newest recruit?" He asked her, as he watched the swirling red liquid in his pewter

She did not raise her eyes to face him as she answered "No, it has been a while since I heard from our little slayer" Concern evident in her voice as she continued to scribble something down on the piece of parchment.

"Hmm… I do hope that our sister is well" He commented, taking a sip after doing so

"I share your opinion on the matter, yet I am caused to think that, that may not be the situation" She answered finally lowering the parchment she held in her hands. They shared a moment of silence their features reflecting one another's, showing that of weariness, sadness and alarm.

"I understand what it is that you mean Ocheeva" the soft candlelight illumined his complexion, a ghastly almost translucent white, as his brows furrowed in unease.

She sighed, as she looked to the man before her "How do you suppose he dealt with her?"

He lowered his eyes back onto his drink. He thought carefully and sympathetically as he made the liquid spin inside his cup. The liquid seemed to reflect the way that he felt, unrest and worry. Yet a small smile graced his lips before he answered her "I believe she has yet to strike"

The other simply replied with a somber "ahh" before going back to her paperwork. It wasn't until a few minutes passed that Ocheeva caught on to what Vicente was saying.

"She?" she asked, confusion apparent in her features.

"Indeed, our newest executioner has been able to confirm our huntress' gender, race and her age" Vicente said, setting the pewter on the table.

All Ocheeva could do was nod as she took the information in. Her face belied no apprehension yet a suspicion of betrayal concerning their recently appointed executioner was causing turmoil within her. Ocheeva knew fairly well what caught their brother's attention; primarily it was women and gold that swayed his loyalty. Would he have the audacity to betray the brotherhood for a woman? "Why would our brother be so interested in our huntress?"

A quiet chuckle escaped Vicente's lips as he caught on to what Ocheeva meant. He too knew what it took to get their brother to do something or to not do something. "You need not worry sister; he has been gathering information on Lucien's orders"

Ocheeva sighed in relief and silently she scolded herself for thinking the worst of a family member. Getting back to her paperwork she asked another question "well then, why does the huntress catch our Speaker's attention?"

"Because the Night Mother deems her worthy…" the vampire said as he folded his arms in front of his chest. He leaned back onto his chair awaiting Ocheeva's reaction.

Ocheeva asked in disbelief; her hands dropping the parchment which now floated off to the corner.

"Deems her worthy… of what!?" The female Executioner then asked, hoping that the answer was not what she thought it was.

Vicente smiled content with her reaction. And finally he said "The Night Mother, our unholy matron, has deemed her worthy enough… to join our family"

The look Ocheeva's face… was priceless.

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