Dar'Saro licked his lips. The blood of Ysolda, his latest contract mark, tasted sweet. Flicking his tail, he smiled. "The best thing about Dar'Saro being in the Dark Brotherhood," the vampire Khajiit thought to himself. "Is that this one can feed on his targets.”
Though he was a vampire, he had an unorthodox way of carrying out his assassinations. Instead of simply biting his mark’s neck and feeding, he would cast a spell on them to keep them asleep. Following this, he would jab two of his claws into the front of their neck and feed that way.
The tall, slender, black furred feline, clad in blood-red and black armor digs through a few of the nightstand drawers before finding a dagger cast from iron. Using it, he slices along the incisions he made with his claws, cutting her neck open. After that, he places the dagger in Ysolda’s hand, closing her fingers around it. The sadistic cat had always enjoyed making his kills look like suicide. He was a perfect fit for the murder guild known as the Dark Brotherhood. He admires his work for a moment, then sweeps the small house of anything that’s worth even a few Septims, then exits through the door into the streets of Whiterun.
An unexpected voice catches him off guard. “You there,” says a man wearing a closed-face helmet, chainmail, and tan colored cloth. Dar’Saro was not anticipating getting caught by a guard. “What were you doing in Ysolda’s house?”
“Well,” Dar’Saro says, thinking of an excuse. “Ysolda is good friends with this one. He was just conducting… business with her.”
The guard gives him an unseen look of suspicion. “At three o’clock at night? Move aside, cat, I’m going in.”
Dar’Saro acts without thinking, casting an invisibility spell whilst drawing his ebony dagger. The guard looks around, confused as to what had happened.
“I need backup!” the guard shouts, behind him. He turns back to the house, and Dar’Saro reappears behind him, digging his dagger into the man’s back. The guard screams, and Dar’Saro can hear multiple sets of footsteps rushing towards him.
No time to hide the body, he thinks, his heart racing. He had never been so close to being exposed before. He recasts his invisibility spell, and walks straight pas the group of guards rushing to where he was. Unveiling himself once more, he simply strolls out of the main gates. He makes his way to the carriage in front of the massive walled city and approaches the driver.
“This one would like to go Dawnstar,” he says. It was time to return to the Sanctuary, which wasn’t too far from the small Hold capital. It was moved there a few years ago after the Dragonborn, who turned out to be the Listener, had joined, and the Penitus Oculatus had raided the original Sanctuary in Dawnstar. Dar’Saro joined soon after the new sanctuary was established. With the Night Mother returned and a Listener named, the Dark Brotherhood was no longer a dying breed in Skyrim. It was as strong as ever.
“That’ll be fifty Septims, cat-man,” the driver says. Dar’Saro handed over a small pouch of coins and climbed in the carriage. He couldn’t wait to collect the reward money for killing his target.
