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"I hate this place," Morgan muttered with a soft snarl in her voice.

Serana simply squeezed her hand once in agreement before she looked at Dawnstar. The two of them were standing on the steep hillside, out of sight from prying eyes. Even with the heavy snow that fell on them in a continuous torrent was not enough to hide them fully. Serana wore a jet black leather top and black leather leggings, a small cloak finishing off her appearance. Morgan wore a similar outfit, although she had a red leather top.

There was a huff of what sounded like impatience, and Morgan grinned fondly at Scar, who was sitting there and looking rather bored.

"We will move soon. We have to wait until it's dark," Morgan told her.

Scar yawned, her fangs fully exposed.

"I think she's bored," Serana remarked with a grin.

Morgan sat down and continued to look at the guards far below them and she snarled again. Serana sat down beside her, wrapping an arm wound her waist. Scar moved over to lie on both of the vampires laps and simply lay there as though it were an everyday thing. Morgan had been pleased to see that Scar had trusted Serana so quickly, it meant she wouldn't have to worry about fighting between the two of them.

"Nice and warm now," Serana smiled…and then she sighed as she noted that Morgan was still baring her fangs at the sight below them. "Morgan, you knew that this might happen one day."

"Just seeing them here is enough to make my blood boil."

Serana looked down to see the Stormcloak soldiers that were milling around. She remembered when she and Morgan had last come here, and she knew that this was one of many reasons why the Dragonborn was so angry. The last Jarl had apparently been exiled, according to snippets of news they had picked up as they travelled north, and was now on her way to Solitude.

Ulfric Stormcloak had retaken Dawnstar.

"It was always likely," Morgan sighed as she finally answered Seranas unspoken question. "Dawnstar is close to Windhelm and Elisif doesn't have the numbers needed to keep that blow-hard in his slum of a city."

"We cannot do much about them…for the time being," Serana smirked.

"You always know how to make me smile," Morgan laughed softly, running her hand along Scars back gently.

"Only because you are a grumpy bitch at the best of times," Serana retorted playfully.

"Keep it up and I will ask Scar to urinate on you."

Serana lightly dug her fingers into Morgans ribs and sighed as she lay her head on Morgans shoulder.

"I was thinking you know…"

"Does your head hurt then?"

Serana repeated the tickle before replying.

"As I was saying, I was thinking earlier. About the bounty that we now have on our heads. It's a lot of gold you know, and that's why I have been a little cautious about the time we have taken to come here."

"You are referring to how the Dark Brotherhood has been on a slump in recent years," Morgan said knowledgably.

Morgan had heard a lot about the organisation ever since she had fled Cyrodiil. They had been wiped out in most of the other provinces, mainly because of the Thalmor, the rest had died out when the remaining high ranking members vanished. Meeting the last of the assassins a few months back had been unexpected, but Morgan had known that at the time, she had needed their help.

But since defeating Harkon, she hadn't heard anything about the group, nor of any murders in any of the towns and cities. And this worried her a little.

"I do," Serana muttered softly, taking a deep breath. "Do you think this might be a ruse?"

"I thought about that since I got that letter," Morgan replied, "I think it is genuine. I have no doubt that Astrid might have thought about taking a contract on me, I have no doubt that many people want me dead by now…I don't know, maybe Babette talked her out of it."

"She may be a child in appearance, but she is three hundred years old and an assassin herself," Serana said quietly.

"I know."

Serana shuffled closer to Morgan and smiled as she allowed herself to fall asleep, the warmth of the ice wolf making her feel even more comfortable. Morgan grinned and she simply sat there, looking at the Stormcloaks walking around as though they had defeated the World-Eater themselves.

Sorry everyone, I got there first.

Morgan snorted with amusement as she continued to keep watch, her arm wrapped around Seranas midriff and the other resting on Scars thick fur.

"Two guards ahead of us," Serana whispered.

The three of them had stealthily made their way around Dawnstar and were heading towards the coastline. They hadn't had any trouble, nor had anyone been alerted to their presence. Until now anyway, Morgan thought as she looked through the thick foliage to see two Stormcloaks standing there, their battered iron blades hanging in their sheathes.

"Pretty much unarmed," Morgan added.

"I think you should let me see what your lovely friend here can do," Serana grinned back, her orange eyes twinkling with mirth as she petted Scar affectionately on the head.

"As much fun as that would be, I don't think that two torn apart soldiers left strewn around the snow is a good way of staying unnoticed," Morgan replied as she also petted Scar. "No offence my dear."

Scar cocked her head and Morgan beamed at her before she unsheathed her blade.

"Back in a minute," she said.

Serana blinked and she was gone.

How is she so fast? I can't even see where she went...oh she's nearly there already…

Serana looked on as Morgan suddenly seemed to reappear just behind the two Stormcloaks. She wrapped an arm round the neck of the first and slashed his throat with a quick movement, the other soldier oblivious to her soundless kill. That ignorance was paid for when Morgan did the same to the other guard, letting the bodies fall into a heap.

She walked over with the ice wolf alongside her and she shook her head.

"You have been learning a few spells I see."

"Invisibility. Never tried it before," Morgan grinned as she knelt down to collect the dripping blood from the corpses, bottling the red liquid into bottles attached to her waist belt.

"Could have fooled me, I couldn't see you until you ended the spell," Serana remarked, impressed at her abilities.

"To be honest, I didn't think I could do it…takes alot of magicka to use it."

"That's because you love blowing things up and setting fire to people," Serana said as she looked around.

"Says you," Morgan replied cheekily as she stood up and lightly slapped Seranas backside. "Come on, we better get out of here."

Serana looked at Morgan as she hefted the two corpses over her shoulders effortlessly and dumped them into the sea, swarms of slaughterfish appearing seconds later. Then she looked down to Scar.

"She just slapped my arse…little minx."

Scar seemed to tilt her head in amusement like Morgan would have done before sprinting away to rejoin her mistress. Serana laughed as she did the same. If that was how Morgan liked to play, then she wouldn't back down.

"These doors always give me the shivers," Morgan said quietly.

Serana had to agree. The Black Doors of the Dark Brotherhood were well know to her, being a vampire of her age. And like Morgan, she also felt a cold presence whenever she came across one of these doors.

"So, what do we do now? Astrid never gave you the pass phrase to get inside," Serana pointed out, and the she frowned. "And why did she not ask to meet in the Sanctuary in Falkreath?"

"No idea," Morgan frowned as she looked at the ominous Black Door.

And then she smirked wickedly.

"Still no sign of her?" Astrid said as she looked up at Nazir.

Nazir shook his head as he leaned against the stone pillar, trying not to look at the emaciated corpse of the Night Mother that resided in the corner, nor of the jester that was concentrating on arranging the array of tools he used in his profession as Keeper.

"None. You think she isn't interested?"

Astrid ran her hand through her long blonde hair in frustration as she met gazes with the older assassin.

"I have no idea…you know that people will have been looking for her after the bounty was placed on her head."

"I remember when you asked me if we should go for the bounty ourselves," Nazir pointed out with a wry smile, "And you said that 'was a last resort'. You think we have passed that point now? Don't get me wrong, I liked her…not that way," he added as Astrid managed a weak smirk.

"I think you may be…"

"You better not say what I think you are thinking of saying," came a sharp voice from the darkness of the room where they were standing.

Most people would have thought that the voice was that of a child. Even Astrid had thought this when she first met the owner of that voice. Of course, that opinion changed when she found out that said owner was a vampire, and an ancient one at that. Astrid sighed as she met the red and piercing eyes of Babette and shook her head.

"Babette, you know that I admire the Dragonborn in many ways…but you know better than anyone just how bad we are faring right now. We are weaker than before we met her, after the loss of Veezara and Festus…and…"

"Astrid, I have followed your orders ever since we met. I have the coldness of a vampire, I may be much older than all of you, but even I know how you are feeling," Babette said as she walked inside the room and lightly grasped Astrids hands in hers.

Astrid was tempted to remove her hands from the cold hands that had taken hers, but only for a moment. Instead, she knelt down and stared at the vampire child as she continued to talk.

"I know that losing Arnbjorn was difficult. He was an angry wolf, and he died as one too. But he also saved our lives by distracting the soldiers that had attacked our beloved Sanctuary. We may have argued a lot, but I loved him as I would any Brother or Sister of the Dark Brotherhood."

Babette stepped closer and embraced the much taller Nord woman and whispered into her ear.

"But you are still our leader, and we need you to be clear headed. You are thinking of taking an offer from the man that had most likely ordered our deaths. You still have me, Nazir, Cicero and Gabriella…when she wakes at any rate."

"She hasn't woke up in a month," Astrid hissed.

"I know, and I am doing what I can. She will recover, but it takes time to recover from being hit by five arrows dipped in nightshade poison," Babette replied as she pulled away so that Astrid could see her again.

Astrid sighed.

"I'm sorry, I…"

"Astrid, take some time for yourself, "Nazir cut in quietly as he walked over and gently took her hands in his, Babette walking over to cut off the approaching Cicero.

"What if she comes then? We will still no longer have the numbers we need for our name to be known again," Astrid muttered.

Nazir smirked.

"Then we teach her all we know. You said it yourself that 'she has the darkness of an assassin'," he said, recalling a conversation about the Dragonborn a few months previously.

"Maybe you're right," Astrid muttered before adding, "although the news of her mother going missing after Veezara's death will be something that Morgan will not take too kindly on."

Nazir cursed the Divines for making the matron act like this. She was not as cold and professional as she used to be, not since the slaughter at the Falkreath Sanctuary, and the change bothered him. She was doubting her own abilities to lead, and that was dangerous for their organisation. She never even threatened Cicero any more for his annoying antics, and that bothered him even further. Nazir sighed and easily hauled Astrid to her feet, maintaining eye contact.

"Look, I know this is hard for you, it's hard for all of us. But we need you to stay focused. We know she is coming, as her house was deserted. She must be on her way and taking her time. She does have a bounty on her head after all."

Astrid smiled in thanks and took a few deep breaths. She nodded to Nazir in thanks and walked past him without another word, also ignoring the damned jester running past her with an annoyed looking Babette right behind him.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THOSE DEATHBELL PLANTS CICERO!"

"But Mother loves those plants…plants of death!" Cicero squealed with mirth.

Astrid sighed now and shook her head…and then the ground shook.

She looked up at Nazir, who was still standing in the same place and her eyes widened. Cicero and Babette appeared a few seconds later…Babette on Cicero's back with her arms wrapped around the jesters neck and her fangs bared.

"What was that?" Babette asked, still clinging onto a rapidly turning blue Cicero as she continued her chokehold.

"Felt like the ground shook," Nazir muttered as he looked at the ceiling.

"Felt like the earth…moved! Hahaha! That sounded rude!" Cicero cackled despite his lack of oxygen.

Babette rolled her eyes and squeezed his neck tighter with her arms, her legs now gripping round his waist.

"Sleep now, idiot" she muttered as Cicero fell face first onto the ground.

Babette stood up and primly smoothed her cream dress down and shrugged as Astrid raised her eyebrows at her.

"Best way to shut him up," Babette remarked, "Oh...and she is coming, I bet you a hundred gold pieces that she is coming"…then she laughed as the ground shook again, fiercer than last time.

Because this time, they all heard another sound apart from the rumbling of the earth and the sound of falling pieces of stone coming from the ancient walls of the Dawnstar Sanctuary. And after a moment of concentration, both Nazir and Astrid could hear what had caused Babette's sudden merriment.

"HELLOOOOOOOOO? IT'S MEEEEEEEEEE?"

Astrid snorted with amusement as Nazir let loose with a booming laugh. The two of them watched as Babette raced up the steps as fast as she could before following her, Nazir muttering to his mistress with an amused grin on his face.

"Told you she was coming."

"So did Babette," Astrid pointed out with a smirk as she went ahead.

As always, Nazir had the last word.

"You still lost the bet though."

"Hello? It's me?" Serana snorted as she shook her head.

Morgan shrugged with a silly grin on her face.

"What was I meant to say? 'Hello, I am the Dragonborn, come and get your bounty everyone within two thousand yards'," Morgan replied with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, I think the first one was better," Serana grinned.

"I have been learning a lot about the thu'um since we were apart. Odahviing taught me how to focus it so that only a few could hear the words as long as it was directed at them."

"Can you do that when we make love?"

Morgan turned her head away as she felt the blush forming on her face. She regretted drinking her fill so soon, as the blood that wasn't hers rushed through the long dead capillaries of her skin.

"That a yes?"

"Bitch."

"Such language!"

Morgan and Serana looked simultaneously as they spotted the small vampire child standing there with an amused grin on her face.

Babette couldn't help but smile. Even after many months, they still squabbled and joked with each other like children. Both of them still looked as though nothing had changed over the months that had gone by. Serana seemed to be more relaxed now, although Babette noted a slight tenseness in her stance, as though she was expecting an attack at any point.

She's definitely a smart one, she mused with a grin.

Then she yelped as she was picked up and spun around in a circle, Morgans arms wrapped around he waist. She was eventually let down and she pouted at the Dragonborn with a fake snarl on her face.

"I am NOT a child!"

"Nice try Babette, I KNOW you are trying not to laugh," was Morgan's response.

Babette pouted for real this time and couldn't help but grin at her.

"It was worth the try. Although this doesn't excuse where in the name of Sithis you have been for a month."

"You had that letter a month?" Serana asked incredulously.

"Five weeks," Morgan muttered sheepishly.

"Honestly, these young people," Serana said with a wink to Babette.

Babette was rather glad when Astrid and Nazir appeared behind her. It meant she was safe from being teased by Morgan for a while longer.

"Come on in, we need to talk," Astrid said after a moment of silence.

Morgan, Serana and Scar followed her inside, Babette the one closing the door and following them deeper inside the Sanctuary. She prayed to Sithis that their arrival was a sign of things to come. They had lost half their members, but maybe things were beginning to come right for the Dark Brotherhood again.

After all, Cicero did keep telling us that she would come. It was as though he knew she was coming from the Night Mother herself…wait…does he know firsthand?

Babette kept that thought at the back of her mind for now. She could ask Morgan when they were alone after all.

Wonder what Nazir is making for supper this time?

Babette giggled as she sped up, ignoring the looks that everyone were giving her. She was used to being stared at. After all, she was the least likely assassin out of all of them. She sat down on her chair, smoothing her dress down and waited for the others to begin talking. Patience was one thing she was good at, and she knew that Morgan would tell them all what was on her mind.

Just hope she doesn't get angry or something. I doubt even I could take her on after the tales I have heard about her over the last few months.

She and Serana would make fine assassins, there was no doubt of that in the mind of the three hundred year old vampire. The only question was, how far would they be willing to travel down the road of that of a Dark Brotherhood assassin?

Babette sat there with a straight face, although she was eager to laugh. Sometimes, she loved acting innocent.