This one has just the tiniest bit of swearing in it. But Fenris is damn fine when he is angry, no? Enjoy guys! I will update soon.

On any other day, Fenris would have been more openly irritated with Anders and his over eager willingness to accompany them to the slave caverns. Isabella was nowhere to be found, and really, they were in too much of a hurry to check every room at the Hanged Man to ask for her assistance. Merrill had left a strange message with her neighbors that she would be out in the city looking for resources and tools to repair a broken mirror. Odd hobby. And they found Anders in his clinic, resting. When he opened the door, he was at first irritated at being woken up at late hours of the night, but the moment he saw Hawke's blood stained face, he became gravely concerned.

"You should be more careful," the healer had said to Hawke. He focused all of his energy on the gash above her temple, repairing the skin with a healing spell. Fenris held his tongue, wanting more than anything to voice his opinion about Anders keeping his fingers on Hawke's face longer than necessary.

When Hawke had asked if Anders would help them look for Fenris' would be captor, Anders agreed. Though Fenris was quite sure it was not for his sake that the mage wanted to accompany them. Had Hawke not expressed an interest in having Anders with them, he would have denied the abomination's help outright.

"Keep your guard up," Fenris warned as they neared the mouth of a dark cavern. They had traveled for an hour up a rocky trail. If they had been traveling without a guide, they would not have found the entrance to the hellhole that had brought Fenris many nightmares. "The labyrinths inside are designed to keep other slavers from entering and slaves from escaping. I will take lead. I know this place well."

Hawke nodded and stepped aside. Fenris guided them in, moving as quickly as possible, but he knew there were traps and likely many undead guards that would stand in their way. But that would not stop him. He would tear through them to get to Hadriana. He promised himself that the blood mage would meet a painful end.

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One of Hawke's weaknesses was that she had no concern of her own well being when she was trying to protect an innocent from harm. She agreed to let Fenris lead them, but when she heard the tortured cries of a young woman, she carelessly ran ahead of him. They were in a long corridor, lit only by a few torches, and she had no idea what was behind the door she heard the screams coming from, but she ran as fast as she could. Old bones that littered the ground were crushed under heel and she ignored her companions' warnings.

"Please, stop!" cried the scared voice. "I didn't do anything wrong! Why are you doing this?"

Hawke barged through an aged wooden door with her sword ready to defend the woman. She saw a thin and frail female elf cowering in a corner, surrounded by what she assumed were other slavers. One of the men had a dagger in hand, raised above his head. They stopped and stared at Hawke, forgetting about the elf for one crucial moment.

That was all the time Hawke needed to attack. She grabbed her dagger with her left hand and threw it at the nearest slave, killing the man instantly. She would have to thank Aveline for forcing her to train with her weak hand. Hawke knew the others were close behind when she saw multiple arrows shooting by her, implanting themselves in two of the men.

They were an unbeatable team when they were in sync with one another. When they had a common goal, they made short work of any adversary. She saw Fenris kill the last slaver then helped the terrified elf to her feet. The elf was much smaller than Fenris, and Hawke had a feeling much of it had to with starvation. Her blond and brittle hair was matted down with blood and sweat.

"Are you hurt?" Fenri asked, stepping away from her, giving her room to breathe. The girl was trembling horribly, and she had to take a moment to realize that they were not a danger to her.

"They… they killed papa," she cried. "They bled him… they wouldn't stop cutting him. I don't understand. Everything was fine until today." Each word that escaped her mouth caused her to become even more hysterical.

Pity tugged at Hawke's heart. She had to admit, Fenris was the only slave she had ever really known, but at least he was capable of defending himself. If they had only been moments longer, this poor girl would have been murdered without a second thought. "You're safe now," Hawke said, laying her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"She loved papa's soup. I don't know why she became so angry," the elf sniffed.

Fenris was about to question her, but Hawke stopped him, shaking her head. It was best that a scared girl talked to a woman, not an angered man bent on revenge. "Do you mean Hadriana?" Hawke asked quietly.

"Yes. I think she's still here, but I can't stay… she'll kill me too," the elf said, looking over her shoulder, paranoid that the magister would come looking for her. "I have nowhere to go…"

"If you go to Kirkwall, ask for Leandra at the Amell estate. Tell her that her that Hawke sent you and that I'll be returning shortly."

"Are you my new master then?" the elf asked, bright eyed.

The pity only grew. Hawke shooked her head, and she knew that Fenris was staring at her, curious to know her answer. "No, not at all. But I can give you a job if you like. You won't be a slave any longer."

The elf stared at her, obviously thinking that she was playing a cruel joke her. Hawke took the elf's hand and dropped several pieces of silver on her palm. "Take this and make your way to Kirkwall," Hawke said, stepping aside so the girl could begin her journey out of the labyrinth. "The way out is clear. Hurry." As much as she wanted to console the girl, they had a slaver to catch up to, and she had feeling that Hadriana wasn't very far from them.

"Thank you… thank you!" smiled the elf. She kept the silver close and hurriedly left, nearly stumbling from fright on her way out. Hawke made sure that the girl was gone before she faced Fenris.

"You did a good thing by her," was all he said.

"I'll make some inquiries about jobs that she can probably do in the city," Varric said with a smile. "You're really something Hawke."

Aveline frowned down at the dead slavers. "Disgusting."

"She deserves more than just one good thing," Hawke replied. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a dark shadow emerge from the floor.

"Shades!" shouted Anders. He pointed his staff at the ghost like demon, and it was soon covered in bolts of lightning. "Oh, you've messed with the wrong mage!"

Many more appeared and they took no time in ascending upon the group. Aveline drew her sword and slashed through two Shades. A third attacked her and she blocked the deadly claws with her shield before stabbing it through its torso. Varric ducked and dodged as the Shades swiped at him, but every time they missed gave him an opportunity to strike back. He and Bianca were unbelievably accurate, and anytime a Shade was close to her owner, Bianca made sure that they kept a distance.

Hawke shifted her weight, preparing to fully swing her sword when they came charging for her. She noted that these particular Shades were much stronger than the ones she had encountered before in Kirkwall. Even if an arm was severed, they struck back with the other, completely oblivious of their missing limb. She twisted in a full circle, allowing the weight of her sword to guide her. She could feel each Shade as they were sliced completely through.

She heard Fenris' hateful cry, "Hadriana!" Hawke didn't see the magister, but Fenris' sudden outburst told her that Hadriana had made an appearance. Two Shades were overpowering Anders, and neither Aveline nor Varric were able to help him. Hawke quickly dispatched of the Shade closest to her and carved her way to Anders.

Fenris's body lit up the entire room, and no Shade could stop him. Any that approached his was obliterated in seconds. His eyes were set on the blood mage in front of him. He managed to corner Hadriana, and she crouched in fear. She had summoned Shade after Shade, and he tore them apart with pleasure. When she realized that her powers were no match for him, she tried to run. The very thought of Hadriana slipping through his fingers, drew out even more power from his markings. A powerful force pulsated from Fenris' hands and knocked Hadriana into a wall. He was satisfied to see that she was coughing up blood.

Finally, she was his. He made his way to her slowly, and he made it a point to remember every detail of this sweet victory. He crushed her staff under the heel of his foot, rendering her next to useless.

"Stop!" she begged. "You do not want me dead."

Fenris raised his sword with a hunger that had been brewing for years. He wanted nothing more than to drive it through her heart. "There is only one other death that will bring me greater pleasure," he snarled.

"I have information," Hadriana pleaded, pathetically raising her hand to defend herself. "You have a sister! And she lives!"

The sword almost slipped from his hands. A sister… Could it be? He had never considered that he had siblings. He always assumed that his family had long since perished. There was no time or point in thinking about family; Danarius saw to that. He remembered asking his former master if he had a mother and father, and the only answer he received was no food for three days and ten lashings. No, this had to be a trap. Hadriana would say anything to have him spare her life.

"How do we even know you're telling the truth?" asked Hawke. Her voice broke into his thoughts, and he saw that the battle with the Shades was over.

Hadriana did her best to slither away from them, but she only backed herself into a corner. "You don't… but I know Fenris. And I know what he wants. What say you, elf? In exchange for my life, I'll tell you the whereabouts of your sister."

"We have your back," Hawke said, withdrawing from the tight circle they had formed around himself and Hadriana. "It's your call. We'll stay out of it." She walked several paces away and the others followed.

"I have your word then?" Hadriana breathed.

"Yes…" Fenris said. He moved closer to her, taking in the fear that covered the pale woman's face. It was a delicious sight.

"Her name is Varania," Hadriana said. "She's not a slave but a servant. Serving a magister by the name of Araman in Corinas."

"Is that so…" Fenris said with fake interest. Hadriana's eyes widened and she could not stop his hand from entering her chest. He could not explain the bliss he felt his fingers puncturing bone. They easily found her heart and he squeezed as hard as he could. He relished in the sight of life leaving her eyes, and when he pulled his hand out, her body fell limp on its side.

"Are you all right? Do you want to talk?" Hawke asked him.

"No, I don't want to talk!" Fenris snapped. In the back of his mind, he knew that his reaction was unreasonable but all the tension and anger that was building up inside of him had been released. "This could be a trap, but it doesn't matter. I finally got to crush this bitch's heart. May she rot and all other mages with her…"

"So I get no thanks for helping you merely because I can shoot fire out of a stick?" Anders asked crossly.

Hawke held up her hand to hush Anders. He had every right to be mad, but angering Fenris was not the greatest idea. She reached up to her put hand on his arm, but he shoved her affection away and pushed past her. "Don't comfort me. I need to get out of here." Fenris left the party without another word.