Brothers in Arms (skyrim/Dark brotherhood fic)

"What is the music of life?" The Black Door asked me, it's voice could strike fear into the untrained ear, but to me and my fellow assassins it was a welcome. "Silence, my brother..." I breathed, opening my eyes to see the heavy door that even the strongest of Nords couldn't pry open, swinging backward to reveal the santuary behind it. "Welcome home..." it whispered. I stepped inside, striding confidently down one of the many chambers. A sudden burst of laughter almost startled me. I smiled to myself, it had been so long since I had heard the sound of my "brothers and sisters" laughing together, the sound relaxed me, asuring everything was fine. "Again! Tell us about the part when he tried to buy you candy!" Veezara the middle aged Argonian hissed. I entered the dark open chamber and ambled over to the mismatched group of assassins. "Alright, alright!" Babette the 300 year old vampire with the apearance of a 10 year old laughed an started retelling her story. "'Oh I'm sooo hungry, please will you but me some candy?' she thrilled in a high voice. Babette then suddenly began laughing uncontrollably, unable to finish the story. The small group became alive with blood thirsty laughter.I shook my head and wandered over to the training dummies. I unsheated my ebony sword, it's thin blade glinting in the small amout of sunlight coming in through the windows. I circled the cloth dummy, imagining it was an imperial soldier. By Talos I hated the Imperial Legion, they had murdered my parents when I was just two years old. Thankfully Nazir, a tall, muscular redguard had found me and taken me back to the santuary. Astrid had despised me at first, but when I learned to crawl, Abjorn her husband has stupidly given me a thin dagger. I had sat on the ground messing with that thing for hours when a rat scuttled by. I lashed out and somehow managed to stab the poor beast, openeing a brutal gash on it's back. It bled to death a few moments later. I was thrilled with my kill, not knowing that it had both saved my life and earned me a place as an assassin, working alongside Astrid to take care of each contract that came through our door. Now, at sixteen years of age, I was a lethal, merciless killing machine. My slender female figure and my long silvery blonde hair had made everyone think I was an innocent little girl, perfectly masking the beast within. Suddenly filled with rage at the imperials, I slashed the dummy across the chest. stuffing spilled out and covered the floor surrounding the dumming. Then I snapped...