Disclaimer: I do not own Oblivion or any of the related characters. I wish I did though. Awesome game :3 Anyways, the only thing I own here is Kamui….and that's not really something to be proud of, considering he's an asshole.

A/N: Hewwo there people! First fanfiction here and it's about that wonderful game called Oblivion. It's recommended (read, recommended, not required) that you've played the game or at least have some prior knowledge to it. To those that haven't even heard of the game, I say GET IT and PLAY IT! It's a great game really. Well, have fun reading!

Prologue:

A tall, lone figure stood with his back towards several white marble steps leading up to an equally white archway with closed doors. Hills rose up behind the seemingly small structure and large pine trees obscured parts of the winged statue standing on top of the Ayleid ruin. Despite the ruin's obvious age the structure and the curved path leading towards it still had something majestic and beautiful. Especially in the fading moon and star light which made the white marble seem to glow gently. This beauty however, was completely ignored by the man, for it was not the reason he had come out here. Nor were the rumors of vast riches hidden within ruins like Lipsand Tarn, the reason. He had enough gold to live through several generations even if he'd spend everything like a madman.

No, his reason were the vampires that had once lived inside the ruin. Banding together, half crazed from their thirst for blood, attacking everyone and everything that came near them. No longer would they defile the soil they walk upon, he had made sure of that. Some might think of complimenting Kamui for ridding Cyrodiil of them, claim that he was a good man, a defender of the weak. Possibly a hero. Kamui would snort at this if he even bothered to reply to a statement as ridiculous as that. Heroes did what they did for the greater good. They always kept the safety of others above that of their own. His reason for slaying the vampires, his kinsmen, was much more complicated while at the same time much simpler. He was disgusted at the mere presence of such lowly bloodsuckers one could hardly call a vampire. Believing themselves to be far above the mortal beings that inhabited Tamriel and all the while spreading like the vermin they really are. From a cursed, but powerful race to nothing more than a hated disease. Kamui had seen the fall of the vampire race and he hated it, just as he hated those responsible. So he had passed his judgment.

Slowly, Kamui inhaled the cold air around him, allowing it to refresh him. The nights were getting colder and longer again. Frostfall. An appropriate name for a month close to winter. He let his breath escape which formed a small cloud in front of him before the barely noticeable wind carried it away. For a moment the vampire followed it with his ruby colored eyes before he turned his gaze to the east. Sunrise was not far off anymore. Already he could feel the strength the night granted him, fade away like the light of the stars did in the morning sun. Almost absent mindedly he raised a hand and licked some drying blood of his fingers. The horrible taste made him flinch and instead of licking the rest off, he pulled a small piece of red colored cloth from one of his pockets and wiped his fingers clean. From the stains on the cloth, it was fairly obvious that it had been used that way more than once.

Putting the cloth back in his pocket, Kamui turned around and entered the ruin. The door closed behind him, blocking whatever light could come from outside. His eyes adjusted to the lack of light as he descended the stairs leading towards the underground hallways and rooms. Reaching the hallway, he avoided the nasty trap ahead of him and made his way into a very large chamber. Welkynd stones and glowing crystals collected in a chandelier, illuminated large parts of the room with a soft bluish light. How long they would continue to glow for those who did not need it, he did not know. If what he had already seen of these crystals would continue, it would likely be forever. Or until the support columns could no longer carry the ceiling and ground above, resulting in everything coming down. The vampire caught himself looking up warily towards the ceiling at the idle thought and shook his head in mild irritation.

"If I start doing things like that, I'll pretty soon end up losing my mind and seeing ghosts while there are none, " he muttered to himself.

With a shrug he walked to his makeshift bed which consisted of little more than a large piece of a broken pillar with his bedroll spread out over it. It almost made him want to travel south to Chorrol, just to sleep in a decent bed. They were a good second choice for he still preferred his coffin. Carrying it around all the time was simply too much of a hassle though. Deciding that the things he didn't have right now weren't worth complaining about, the vampire made himself comfortable. With the rising of the sun it didn't take him long to slip off into a slumber, just deep enough to rest while being at least somewhat aware of his surroundings.

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An approaching presence at the edge of his senses pulled Kamui from his light sleep. He remained motionless as the presence got closer. It wasn't one of the vampires from the ruin that had managed to hide himself, so it had to be someone that had just entered. An adventurer would be his first guess, if it wasn't for the scent of blood and an odd chill within the presence. A scowl crossed his face when the stranger kept getting closer, instead of leaving the vampire alone. It was like he deliberately made his way towards him.

"One step closer and I'll make sure you won't take another one ever again."

Lucien Lachance raised an eyebrow at the threat. He had assumed that the man had been vast asleep. Not wanting to make an enemy out of a possible family member, the Speaker stopped and observed the murderer in front of him as the man pushed himself up to a sitting position. The man was tall and appeared to be somewhere in his mid twenties. His body seemed to be build for stealth and speed rather than brute force. Something he could appreciate, for it was a good thing for an assassin.

Lucien tensed a little when blood red eyes opened and fixed themselves on him. He hadn't been informed that the man was a vampire. No. It shouldn't matter. There were more vampires within the Dark Brotherhood. He forced himself to calm down and opened his mouth to speak, but the vampire interrupted him.

"I do not enjoy being woken from my slumber, human. What is your business with me?" The vampire narrowed his eyes. "If it is my head you seek, you will find it hard to take."

"I have come here with nothing more but a proposition for you, dear child. My name is Lucien Lachance and I come to you as a speaker of the Dark Brotherhood. My voice is the will of the Night Mother. She-"

Lucien paused, frowning at the look of utter boredom and annoyance that flashed over the man's face.

"She's been watching me as I take lives without a care in the world and that pleases her greatly, which is why you are here, keeping me from doing what every self respecting vampire does during the day. Rest."

Kamui squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. He didn't even have to ask if he was right or not. He knew he was without a doubt.

"The answer is, no. I'm not interested in joining your so called family. Run back home to your mommy and buy her a diary while on the way. Perhaps then she will be able to keep track of those who have refused on more than one occasion."

A smirk curled his lips as he watched the speaker struggle to keep the surprise and anger from showing on his face. He did in fact do a commendable job at it. If it wasn't for the tightly clenched fists and the shaking of his body, he might've been able to fool the vampire. Such discipline. How much effort would it take to break through that to reveal what laid within? That could be quite…..enjoyable and since he was awake anyways, Kamui decided to amuse himself a little with the speaker. Pushing himself up he calmly walked towards the robed human, his voice laced with faked compassion.

"Don't look so surprised. I should be the one to be surprised. To think that someone could forget something so important, not once but twice. Her memory probably isn't what it used to be. It must be so hard on you, your brothers and your sisters to fulfill her every whim, or perhaps the fault isn't really with the mother after all."

Standing right in front of Lucien, Kamui lowered himself just a bit so he could whisper directly in the speaker's ear just to tick him off a little more. Being so close, he could almost taste the fury coming from the Speaker.

"Perhaps the fault lies with the father. I don't think they are together right now, am I right? He must've been so sick of you all that he just decided to leave. Or was he simply a heartless bastard, who didn't give a damn about his children? He didn't do bad things to you and your siblings now did he? You can tell uncle Kamui. He won't make fun of you like your friends do. Big bad daddy just couldn't help it really. He just couldn't get any woman other than a certain little wh-."

"ENOUGH!"

Lucien's outburst and a sharp sting of pain between his ribs cut him off. Genuinely surprised, the vampire looked down at his chest. The hilt of a silver dagger was pressed against his shirt, its blade buried deeply between his ribs and piercing his heart.

"Enough," Lucien repeated, much calmer and softer this time. His voice was almost gentle, though his eyes were dark and burning with hatred. "I will not stand for any insults directed to the Night Mother or the dread father, Sithis, to be spoken in my presence. Not without punishment."

To emphasize his words, the speaker twisted the silver dagger and forced it even deeper, earning him a grunt of pain from the vampire. Far from satisfied, Lucien twisted the dagger again and then pushed the undead, who wouldn't be so undead anymore pretty soon, away from him. Without another glance at the assumingly dying vampire, he turned around and started walking away with large strides, his black robes swishing around him.

Kamui staggered back, raising a hand to the weapon imbedded in his chest before he sank to the ground. He had not expected that. For as long as he had lived, he had always sensed an intent to kill come from humans and alike before they struck. He had been waiting for that intent, but it hadn't surfaced at all. Not even for a split second. How very….intriguing. Another groan of pain escaped him as he shifted his weight. Even if it didn't kill him, the silver blade hurt like hell. Gritting his teeth, the vampire ripped the weapon from his chest in one fluid motion. He tossed it away from him instantly and pressed his hand against the gaping hole in his chest. With a little trouble thanks to the pain that still seared through his body, he forced himself to stand.

"That surprised me."

Lucien froze when the voice reached him. That vampire was supposed to have been pulled to the Void already or at least struggling to hold onto the last threads of his worthless life. Talking should be out of the question. The speaker turned around slowly, wary of what he would find. A gasp of surprise almost escaped him at the sight before him. The undead was standing, the blade removed from his body. He was a little wobbly and buckled slightly with his head hanging down and though it was clear that the vampire was in pain, he was most definitely not dying. A cold shiver ran down his spine when Kamui raised his head. It wasn't so much the maniacal grin that caused the chill but the look in those glowing red eyes. They seemed to reflect true insanity and a thirst to maim everything in his way simply for his own enjoyment. Then the look disappeared so suddenly that Lucien doubted his own eyes.

"By Sithis.…How?"

Kamui blinked at the simple question and a smug grin curled the corners of his lips, clearly amused at the horror in the assassin's eyes.

"You look like you're about to piss your robes. And here I thought you all were heartless people, capable of killing in cold blood for nothing but a little spare change and the chance to shed some blood." A light chuckle escaped him, soon followed by uncontrolled coughing. He spat blood on the ground and cursed, nails digging in the fabric of his shirt just above the wound.

"Blasted. Why'd you have to use silver of all metals?" the vampire muttered with a groan. Ignoring the searing pain, Kamui straightened himself and lowered his hand. Though the wound still bled, it was clearly mending itself already.

"It has been a long while since anyone managed to get a stab at me without me expecting it. I could probably count the successful attempts on the fingers of one hand if I'd bother taking the time recalling those events."

To emphasize his words, he lifted his right hand, fingers extended. Then he closed his hand to a fist. Only his index finger remained stretched out. This he pointed at the speaker in front of him.

"And you, Mr. Lachance, are the first human that managed to do just that."

Lucien hadn't moved an inch since turning to face the vampire again. His brain was still trying to grasp what was happening. The fact that this vampire was still alive was just…..not natural. He had killed vampires before and knew from experience that stabbing their heart killed them like it would any other living being. Was this creature in front of him immortal or something? No, that couldn't be. He simply refused to accept that such a thing was possible. But what other explanation was able to explain this? The way the vampire acted it didn't seem to be his first time to be stabbed in the heart. The first human to catch him off guard. The speaker wasn't so sure he was happy with that. If he were to be caught off guard by anyone, he'd make sure that that person would never be able to tell the tale.

"If I'm the first man to catch you off guard, then you probably never faced a true assassin," the speaker countered the vampire's words with more confidence than he actually felt. He half expected the vampire to kill him then and was surprised at his reply and the curiosity in those feral red eyes.

"Perhaps." Kamui cocked his head to the side as he crossed his arms. He could almost taste the anxiety coming from Lucien, but there was little to no fear. Truly commendable. And very interesting. He found himself wondering just how much more the assassin could show him. Were the possibilities worth working for?

"It wouldn't be the first time I underestimated you mortals." The words were spoken softly and more to himself than the speaker. "Very well," he suddenly said out loud with a clasp of his hands. "You have managed to peak my interest, both in you and your Brotherhood. What do I have to do in order to join? I imagine there is some sort of initiation test?"

Lucien stared at the vampire like he'd just said he was his mother. From declining he'd gone to outright insulting the Dark Brotherhood and now he suddenly wished to join after all? He felt an incredible urge to tell the undead to walk to the void. The mere thought of having this guy in the Brotherhood gave him an incredible headache.

"I believe I heard you decline my offer and greatly insult both the Night Mother and Sithis."

"Really? I remember no such thing. I think you may be confusing me with someone else"

Lucien squeezed the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. The smirk on the vampire's face showed that he could keep this up for a long time now that he was set on his decision, whereas he himself had other things to tend to.

"Fine, play it that way if you like. On the green road, north of Bravil lies the Inn of Ill Omen. There you will find a man named 'Rufio'. Kill him and your initiation in the Dark Brotherhood will be complete. Do this and the next time you sleep in a location I deem secure, I will reveal myself to you once more, bearing the love of your new family."

"Any specific way you want me to kill him, or can I just do what I want?" Kamui asked as he laid down on his bed.

"Rufio is old and weak and likely sleeps his days away. You could kill him before he even has a chance to wake up, if you so choose."

"I'll take that as a 'do whatever you want'. Anything else? If not I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd leave and let me rest until nightfall."

Lucien's eye twitched a little at the casual dismissal. This man truly needed a few manner lessons. He would make sure to mention this to Ocheeva if the vampire did in fact decide to kill Rufio. "I have here, a virgin blade. A token from the Dark Brotherhood. May it…serve you well." He dropped the weapon on the ground unceremoniously, not surprised that the dagger never touched the ground but instead floated towards the vampire.

"I bid you farewell."

He received no answer, as he expected. Turning around, he made his way out of the ruins and stepped towards Shadowmere. He really felt the need to kill something right about now.

Back in the ruin, two glowing red orbs gazed up at the ceiling. "A family, huh?" Kamui mused to himself, the blade of woe twirling between his fingers. He stopped the dagger's fluid movements and dropped it next to his longsword on the ground. The movement caused him to wince in pain as the wound in his chest made itself a little more clear than necessary.

"Ridiculous." The words were spoken softly, barely audible, as Kamui closed his eyes. He had a long travel ahead of him and a wound to heal.

A/N: A little note about Kamui. You can kinda compare him to a vampire from the Hellsing universe with some twists of my own mind. Hellsing be an awesome anime/manga. I will reveal Kamui's origins later in the story. Other vampires will remain true to the Oblivion universe, though I consider them somewhat..wimpy, but at least they don't sparkle. O_o. Anyways, continue on to chapter 1!