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The rooms thick heavy curtains block virtually all the light that tries to make its way into the room. But the sole resident is aware of very little at the moment. He lies sprawled out on a large plush canopied bed, with only a winding sheet to keep him decent.

The pureblood groans softly and rolls over to settle in a better spot. His breathing is slowed, and within moments he's drifted back into dreams...

This one was most difficult to find. That Lockdown fellow earned his payment and Brotherhood membership by finding this person all the way out here.

Vicente slips inside as silent as a ghost, using the shadows to his advantage, until he's standing right beside the man's bed. It's too bad he doesn't project the sheer, creepy chill Lucien does, as that is enough to rouse even the deepest of sleeps.

It takes a number of minutes for the Pureblood's dreams to ebb back into the nothingness that spawned them. But slowly he stirs, unwilling to quite shake the sleep from his body.

It's hard to say exactly when he became aware of the other man's presence, or if he felt it from the very beginning. The scent was unfamiliar, but nothing that overtly concerned Rido. After all, there was very little if anything that he had to fear in the City. Fear was something he caused, not felt.

Shifting in the blankets, he turns his head and allows his mismatched eyes to open into slivers of color.

Ah, he was just about to rouse this one himself. He looks down at the other man with his piercing red eyes.

"It was not easy finding you, you know,"

"...." Shaking off the sleep, Rido pushes himself up into a sitting position. All the better to look over the intruder standing so brazenly beside his bed.

"Coming into my home... without permission. What reason do you have...?"

He pulls his hood back a little. "I am Vicente Valtieri, acting-Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. And you, my friend, are a very lucky man. I have a proposition for you."

"I'm lucky~... How funny." This elicits a slight smirk from the Pureblood, but he allows the other man to live speak... for the moment.

"What does a thing like you have to offer me?

He isn't afraid of the seemingly-younger man. He is a vampire and assassin.

"The chance to become one of the Night Mother's childrn and be part of a family. Safe haven and those who share your talents will be given to you."

"I have... no. I had a family, once." He doesn't seem bothered by the tense he uses in the slightest bit.

"I've never heard of your Night Mother. Is she new?"

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Tucked into the forest line, the north/south sides of Luke's beach house don't get (unlike the back east and especially the west front) full sun due to the surrounding trees. Midday light filters thru the leafy canopy, into the bedroom window's partially closed blinds. Muted dapple pattens play over the white skinned blond asleep in bed and dozing companion (http://www.kostich.com/albinoburmesepython.JPG) snuggled against his owner's blanket covered form.

"Very few outside of our circle have. She is ancient and mysterious, and everywhere." She's not actually in the City, but she can still be here symbolically and in spirit.

"Previous family can matter not. We are a family of murderers, and to join, you must be prepared to kill in their names."

He manages to sneak into this one's home and come to his bedside, looking down upon him. The snake he is prepared to deal with using a good charm or fear spell if he needs to.

"My, my, don't we keep strange bedside company?"

*click*

In the blink (or less) of the eye, Luke was very much wide awake, angry, and armed. Handgun he kept stashed under the pillow was cocked and aimed right between the intruder's eyes. Len-Len, still next to him and equally annoyed at being roused from sleep, coiled into striking position.

Recognition of the stranger stayed his trigger finger (free hand moved to rest upon Len-Len's snout, stopping the large python's strike).

"There's no quarrel between us that I'm aware of."

"I should hope not," He replied. "No, I mean you no harm. I simply come to make you an offer, one that could not be made over the Network." Too many prying eyes and ears. "I offer to make you one of the Family."

Underground vampires use to make similar offers. From his point of view the ridiculous and pointless politics the vampiric houses/hives/gangs/etc., engaged in amongst themselves, practically robbed individuals of both their freedom and minds. One thing to have rules, severe restrictions quite another. End result: conceited vicious sheep all baaing of whose herd and illustrious (of the moment due to constant vying for the position) leader was most glorious, and endlessly squabbling with the other woolies over any and every little thing.

Topside vampires would be agreeable to him if not for their largely toothless natures. Only a small number above had proven to be otherwise. Sadly, they were far and few in between. Current count; Himself, Kuran (who he couldn't stand) and this elder one standing before him.

Lowered the gun, but stayed on the alert. "Go on."

"I know things about you. I know that you have taken life without regret. The Night Mother would be most pleased with one such as you." Such information was not easy to come by. Lockdown's hacking and his spying were most beneficial in that regard.

"I come to offer you a chance to be part of the Dark Brotherhood, and be among fellow murderers."

Interest is peaked, especially by the mention of a 'Night Mother'. For someone who lacks a sire (turned by nontraditional means in a lab) and never truly knew a mother's genuine love (Mrs. Valentine's was only for material things and prestige, never her sons), his vampiric side stirs at the thought of someday meeting Lilith in her maternal flesh.

Good as it sounds so far, he's not yet sure about joining.

"No 'sisters'? What happens if one decides to leave the group?"

"A family a murderers, really..."

He smiles, cocking his head to one side as he looks the other man over.

"And you want me to join. What brought me to your attention?"

[Cracking his window open to let in some fresh air, the sinner returned to his quarters in the tightly closed Cathedral after midnight. Draping his coat over his chair and kicking his shoes off, Aion simply laid on his bed still fully clothed as he closed his eyes to get some shut eye. He was going to have to get up in a few hours anyhow he figured.

He slowly drifted to sleep with exhaustion finally taking its toll.]

"Yes, indeed. My methods of finding you are not for you to know. Not yet." For he is not yet one of the Brotherhood. Secrets must be kept in the meantime.

"Now then," He reaches into his robe and pulls out a folded piece of paper. "This contains information on your first target. Kill this man and you will be one of us. Just do not incriminate yourself."

"Oh, we have sisters. Some of our most formidable members are Dark Sisters." However, no women have caught his eye as of yet. Such a shame.

"There is no leaving," His voice grows stern. "Once you join, you are one of us for life." The Night Mother herself cannot officiate it here, but he'll do it as much as is in his power.

[Vicente slides into the house, the open window making it easy for him to invite himself in.

The vampire finds the master bedroom and stands beside the pale-haired man, watching him sleep.]

So peaceful.

[If he does not awaken on his own, he shall do it himself.]

Narrows his eyes at the second half. "No disrespect intended, but this isn't your homeworld. How would this 'rule' be enforced?"

"I have my ways," His power is limited here, and the Wrath isn't in this world, but he'll manage.

"Now then," His tone becomes businesslike. "In order to become one of us, you must murder this man." He takes out a slip of paper with a name, address and picture. "Make sure he will not be able to turn you in when he revives."

Luke had some doubt about Vicente's abilities on actually carrying that out by his lone self far from home. But, this Brotherhood did sound interesting and the Police Force could use some 'exercise'. Shame the rest of Millennium weren't present, Major would be definitely be intrigued.

Took the information. Target in question an unknown to him - good, so much easier to get the job done when they were complete strangers.

"What happens after", tapped on the picture for emphasis, "assignment is completed?"

"After you have done it, I will contact you once more, either in your sleep or privately over the Network." If such a thing as the Network existed in Cyrodiil, it would be much easier to track down and contact Dark Brothers and Sisters.

"I will then properly welcome you and explain our organization in full." Including the Tenets.

[One entry, no escape for those who dare to enter it was the idea. As soon as he heard someone in the room, he laid there still trying to determine what he or she was after until he heard the voice near him and immediately raised a hand towards his face. Fingers splayed to cover majority of it only inches away, the demon slowly opened his eyes to glance his way; a warning to stay where he was. It was a face he's seen a few times on the net before but nothing significant he could immediately recall of the man. Aion's dark tone conveyed how displeased he was to be awoken despite the small smirk at his lips.]

"Was" you mean. You are?

[So quick to react, this one. That's good. Those reflexes may serve him well. He stays where he is, not even flinching.]

I am Vicente Valtieri, acting-Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. And you, my friend, are a murderer.

"Alright. And please, use the Network."

Glanced down at the gun still clutched in his hand, then over at Len-Len sitting quiet but watchful. "Can't guarantee there won't be an 'accident' next time."

"Very well, the Network it is." He too glances at the gun. "I have yet to test whether Reflect Damage spells work on those contraptions."

"Now, accept this gift," He pulled out a sheathed hunting knife from his robe. It was something you could find in any old hunting store, but he took care to make unique carvings in the handle, similar to the Blade of Woe traditionally given out to prospective Brotherhood recruits.

He takes the piece of paper. More for curiosity than anything else. Rido wished to see who this vampire wanted dead.

"Who is he? What did he do?"

Luke smiles. "Best to try the experiment with someone else." Friendly reminder of his earlier quick response to Vicente's presence.

Holds out his free hand, all the while running an experienced eye over said gift. Doesn't quite compare to his specialty blade, but will do nicely for the task at hand. Plus using a different knife greatly lessens the chance of the crime getting traced back to him.

"Who he is and what he did is not important," Only to the one who actually wants the murder carried out is it important. "We do not pass judgement onto those we are sent to murder. We simply act as the executioner."

And now for another tradition in the Brotherhood. "Now, I present you with a gift." He takes out a hunting knife with an intricately carved handle and holds it out to Rido. It is no Blade of Woe, but it will do.

"Do not lose it or allow it to be traced to you." He doubts Luke will allow that to happen, but better safe than sorry. "Farewell for now. May we come into contact again very soon." Adjusting his hood, he turns to leave the man.

"You needn't worry."

Doesn't see his 'guest' out. Vicente more than likely entered by highly unconventional means (how else could he bypass both a security system and another vampire's awareness?), will probably exit in the same manner.

Luke waits. Once the other man has departed, he'll thoroughly check the house's perimeter, then retire to the sunny living room, and think awhile over a cup of coffee.

Oh?

[His anger residing and an interest peaking, he lightly laughed as he mused. Retracting his hand for now, he sat up a bit in bed.]

A Dark Brotherhood... [That one wasn't anything new even in this damn City but of course, those had its benefits as well. He could make a few immediate assumptions of what this man may want but why not hear him out first?]

Go on. [He encouraged.]

[So far his reaction has been the same as the others he's visited tonight.]

I come to offer you a place within our very special Family. You will be among those of similar virtue and talents. All we ask is that you obey our rules and kill in the name of Sithis and the Night Mother.

[He crossed his ankles and folded his hands before him. He seeks assistance for sacrifices. Not uncommon to hear, especially back in his world. Though something told him he was no ordinary human or if that.]

And where is the benefit in this for me? I see no point in joining something for simple mingles now.

You will earn money for completing contracts and have access to the safehouse, for one.

Well, now I suppose we're talking though words are just that. Words. I assume you have proof of its existence, both dough and place.

Let's hear a goal, shall we? [He adjusted the glasses on his face.] State the Brotherhood's purpose and what precisely the killings are for.

Of course. They are just not for you to have yet. Not until you pass your initiation.

We kill for those who do not want blood on their own hands, in exchange for money. The killings also serve to appease Sithis, and many Dark Siblings even take a little pleasure in our work.

Initiation? [of course, he would want proof in return as well.]

A hitman task. Simple enough. Any other resources I would have access to if I were to agree to this offer?

You must perform an initiation murder to prove yourself willing to kill for our organization. [He takes out a folded paper and holds it out.] This is your target.

The safehouse is outfitted with a training room, barracks, and kitchen, so you may come to practice, sleep, or eat.

It's amusing, really... thinking that he can dictate what a Pureblood does. But Rido takes the knife, again smirking at the suggestion that he'd even need a weapon. Briefly, Rido wonders if Vincente is even aware that death has no meaning here. Still, it didn't matter to him if a sacrifice is given to him as an appetizer. His hunger knew no bounds...

"You will answer my questions when this thing 'dies'~ ~~I will not be dismissed.~~" His mismatched eyes peer out through the longer lengths of his hair. "Find me when I'm out."

[He takes it and glanced over the target as he spoke]

Curious. Where or whom did you hear of me?

I have my sources. [Namely that tracker, Lockdown and combing the Network.]

Now, I give you this. [Presents a hunting knife with an intricate handle, just like he gave the other prospective Brothers.] It is a gift from the Dark Brotherhood. May it serve you well.

Oh, he knows. Which is why he is giving Rido the incentive not to get caught or do anything to make the victim recognize him upon revival.

"That I shall. Now, I must be off," With that he turns on his heel and heads for the exit.

Of course...

[Aion studied the knife that he handed him before giving a dark glance. Old fashion to say the least. He hadn't agreed as of yet but at the same time he couldn't see what harm it could do. One life to possibly open a grand opportunity for dealings. He finally pulled his lips to a smirk.]

Very well then. Where do you want the body?

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