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[servessithis]

Characters: Vicente and YOU!
Setting: Floor 2 and the medical ward.
Format: Prose, but will follow you.
Summary: Vicente makes his way to the medical ward so he can get his supply of blood.
Warnings: Blood. Philosophical debate about religion.


It had been at least four days since Vicente had last had any blood. Even as ancient as he was and could no longer pass for a mortal, he still could only go so long without feeding. The collar with its green light didn't make it easy to be his usual sneaky self, which didn't help matters.

It was a good thing that the medical ward had supplies of blood for the taking. The creatures here he could kill easily enough, but he wasn't sure that it was safe to feed off them. Unlike Morrowind vampires, he couldn't subside on non-sapient creatures' blood anyway.



In a dark corner of the room, Vicente sat in the shadows, hunched over. In his hands was a blood packet, which he greedily sank his teeth into and sucked, drinking in the essence.

Comments

[servessithis]

"I am glad you told me, Brother," Even though he would have prefered to live, and keep using his immortality to the Brotherhood's advantage.

"The traitor not only knew of your Silencer, but the rest of the Black Hand as well," Vicente mused. "They must have been highly ranked, to have such knowledge." This troubled him greatly.

[silentdeath]

Lucien looked up then, a grim expression on his face. "Precisely. Someone who knew the movements of the Black Hand, our schedules. It could have only been another. It had been no coincidence that it had been directed at framing me."

Theories were well and good. Much of his time spent on Tamriel, wandering the dead wastes, had been in travel to the dead drops. There was little he could learn without being able to question the dead bodies, but journals and mementos had left a lasting impression.

"I was able to piece a fraction of it together while I was home. I believe it was Mathieu. Arquen was a fool to believe his words, when they labeled me traitor."

[servessithis]

"Mathieu? Yes, I remember him," Lucien had brought him into the Sanctuary when the boy was very young. "He was quite the assassin, good enough to ascend to the ranks of Silencer for one of your peers." The vampire never would have guessed that he was the traitor, but it did make some sense. The traitor had been traced to Cheydinhal, but the Purification had been ordered too late, and the traitor had already become a Silencer.

[silentdeath]

A slow smile formed. "Indeed. He was quite. But my brother, let us cease talking of the past. We should look to the future, especially one without a Listener or Mother. Or Death."

That was a whole new barrel of fish to open and clean. Their survival in a place that death had no hold. It would be interesting, to say the least. "It brings to mind interesting opportunities."

[servessithis]

A world without Mother. It was almost unthinkable. Just as unthinkable as a world where he couldn't please Father with spilled blood.

"There is no Mother for a Listener to take orders from," Vicente said. "Without the Brotherhood, I am but a wandering vampire, looking to get by."

[silentdeath]

The Speaker just smiled, and held out his hand. "As long as we have Family, we are the Brotherhood. This place presents a unique opportunity, and it would behoove us to take every advantage. We can still serve Sithis yet."

[servessithis]

Vicente smiled and took Lucien's hand. "That we can, Brother. The Brotherhood, Father and Mother's will, lives on in us."