Cicero crept down the hallway, the blood dripping from his blade and through his fingers to plink against the floor. Such a pretty trail of crimson, he thought, slinking through the darkness. It had been too long since he’d been allowed to kill and he had missed it. But tonight he was allowed to slake his hunger for vengeance—the Speaker had said so. Tonight there would be death and he would be the mad jester who would creep through bloody shadows to deliver it.
It was only he and Nazir inside. Babette was outside, her dark eyes watching for any who would interrupt the festivities. She had wanted to come in, wanted to help rend the bodies of the Thalmor who hurt the Listener, but Nazir had put his foot down. Which left the un-child to pout and stomp through the snow, the thirst to bury her fangs in an Altmer neck unquenched.
The guards had been pathetically easy. Not even a challenge, really. Cicero flashed back to his leading the Listener through the Dawnstar Sancutary that first time—how the Listener’s whisper quiet footsteps had pursued him with a relentlessness that had actually frightened him. Now he carried that same ruthlessness as he stalked his prey. The first guard never even made a sound, their throat slit clean through. As did the second. Pathetic, really. And without any guards, it had been simple to breach the Embassy.
Nazir and he moved down the hallway, their eyes accustomed to the darkness as they hunted their quarry. They slunk through doorways, the occupants never aware of the danger they were in as they lay comfortable in soft beds. Snick went a razor and a bloody smile appeared on a neck, eyes springing open as the Altmer clutched futilely at the rent flesh. Cicero had to hold back the cackle that wanted to spill from his lips, his teeth clamping down ruthlessly on his tongue until he tasted the coppery tang in his mouth. Tonight was silence.
Over and over their blades slithered across throats as they rose higher and higher through the Embassy. By dawn, Sithis would have many new playmates and servants.
Soon they came to their final destination. Nazir slipped the lock and slithered inside, Cicero following noiselessly behind. She lay in the bed, a pretty young girl snuggled against her side. Not their target, thought Nazir, nodding to Cicero. The girl who had the misfortune to be Elenwen’s bedmate met the same end as the Altmer before her, eyes springing open comically as she tried to draw the broken edges of her flesh back together. A soft gurgle, then no more.
Elenwen slowly opened her eyes, amber orbs widening at the sight of red and black hovering over her, the pale maniacal face of Cicero grinning down at her. She startled, trying to sit up only to find her hands covered in blood. “Guards!”
Nazir stood over the Altmer, a sneer on his lips. “All dead. Bring her, Cicero. We are done here,” he added, turning towards the door and leaving the manhandling of the Altmer ambassador to the mad jester.
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Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" (2c/?) F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-03-07 02:20 pm (UTC)It was only he and Nazir inside. Babette was outside, her dark eyes watching for any who would interrupt the festivities. She had wanted to come in, wanted to help rend the bodies of the Thalmor who hurt the Listener, but Nazir had put his foot down. Which left the un-child to pout and stomp through the snow, the thirst to bury her fangs in an Altmer neck unquenched.
The guards had been pathetically easy. Not even a challenge, really. Cicero flashed back to his leading the Listener through the Dawnstar Sancutary that first time—how the Listener’s whisper quiet footsteps had pursued him with a relentlessness that had actually frightened him. Now he carried that same ruthlessness as he stalked his prey. The first guard never even made a sound, their throat slit clean through. As did the second. Pathetic, really. And without any guards, it had been simple to breach the Embassy.
Nazir and he moved down the hallway, their eyes accustomed to the darkness as they hunted their quarry. They slunk through doorways, the occupants never aware of the danger they were in as they lay comfortable in soft beds. Snick went a razor and a bloody smile appeared on a neck, eyes springing open as the Altmer clutched futilely at the rent flesh. Cicero had to hold back the cackle that wanted to spill from his lips, his teeth clamping down ruthlessly on his tongue until he tasted the coppery tang in his mouth. Tonight was silence.
Over and over their blades slithered across throats as they rose higher and higher through the Embassy. By dawn, Sithis would have many new playmates and servants.
Soon they came to their final destination. Nazir slipped the lock and slithered inside, Cicero following noiselessly behind. She lay in the bed, a pretty young girl snuggled against her side. Not their target, thought Nazir, nodding to Cicero. The girl who had the misfortune to be Elenwen’s bedmate met the same end as the Altmer before her, eyes springing open comically as she tried to draw the broken edges of her flesh back together. A soft gurgle, then no more.
Elenwen slowly opened her eyes, amber orbs widening at the sight of red and black hovering over her, the pale maniacal face of Cicero grinning down at her. She startled, trying to sit up only to find her hands covered in blood. “Guards!”
Nazir stood over the Altmer, a sneer on his lips. “All dead. Bring her, Cicero. We are done here,” he added, turning towards the door and leaving the manhandling of the Altmer ambassador to the mad jester.
The ride home would be quite entertaining.