"Lopez."

Someone whispered my name. Someone knew I was here. It was good that they had called my name, because if they had touched me by the shoulder or anything like that to get my attention, I would have grabbed them and dislocated their arm in a second. I turned around slowly, my face hidden under the cape. No one should know I was here. And no one should know what my name was.

I could make out a man between the moving bodies around us. He looked directly at me, addressing me; his eyes showed no fear. I came towards him in three fast steps, dragged him out of the crowd and into the little alley. I pinned him against the brick wall there and lowered my face towards his.

"What do you want?!" I snarled in his ear. He shuddered. Now he was indeed scared, I could tell.

"Y-Your help," he stammered. "Evans sent me." I let go of his collar and took a step back. Nobody was here, besides us.

"Evans?" I asked. What could this damn git possibly want?

"He didn't actually send me. I've got a little problem that needs to be solved and he said the best person for that job would be Santana Lopez." He added the last part quickly, when he saw me moving an inch closer again, ready to strike by the slightest mistake.

"What's your name?" My voice sounded strong and confident. It was almost a routine question.

"My name is Kurt Hummel." He straightened up a bit, but I could tell he was still scared.

I had never heard of a Hummel before, but I decided to trust him in this moment. If he was friends with Evans, I should probably trust him. Even though, Evans was an idiot sometimes.

"We can't talk here," I hissed.

"Come with me. I will explain everything then," he replied.

I followed him down through the streets to his house; a modern building with plenty of decorations. Inside I pushed my hood back, revealing my face to Kurt fully. He began to explain.

"I am a merchant. I'm selling goods from around the whole world, and normally I know the people I buy everything from. But one day it seemed like I had gotten a wrong delivery. I don't know if that happened on purpose or not. Anyway, a young noble bought this salt of me and died of it. It must have been poisoned. No one knows that it was my product that caused the death, but someone must know, because since then, someone has been blackmailing me. I obviously don't want to lose my status or my house, but I fear, if that goes on like this, I will run out of money. I just can't afford any damage."

"So you want to get rid of them?" I said, walking back and forth, my mind already thinking about possibilities to get this done.

"Yes. Or at least give them a warning shot to stop the threatening. I know the guys coming to me are not the leaders of the group. I just don't know what to do. Sam Evans suggested finding you for help."

"I will see what I can do." I said to him. "How often do they come at you?"

"Every fortnight. Not always. It's been over a week now, and I expect them to come any day."

I nodded, gazing around silently. There were painted pictures on the wall, portraits of him and next to them a portrait of another guy with dark hair and bushy eyebrows. For a second I wondered who that was.

"Good. I will think of a plan. What is your side of the deal?"

He gave me a smile. "I have money. I can only offer that."

"We have a deal then."

Without wasting any more words, I pulled the hood back on my head and let myself out. I pretended not to be cautious when I left. But in reality I felt goose bumps on my arm. Wasn't it funny how the adrenaline rose as soon as a deal was made? As if the world was less dangerous before. It felt as if the targets would be alerted in the second you talked about it. All rubbish, I told myself over and over again, but still. I took a shortcut over the roof of the market building and ran down the main road in direction of our quartiers.


* -A- *


It was cold and dark when I cowered on the roof of chapel on the other side of the street. From here I had the best view on Kurt's house, but it was damn uncomfortable. I had been waiting now for hours. The only way to find out who those people where, that blackmailed Kurt, was waiting and watching. I did it all just for the money. With the night the streets had died down. There were barely any people there and it was quiet. I breathed in and out the chilly air; my eyes did not lose focus once. Things could happen very quickly, and I had to make sure I was always prepared. I let my hand run over my blade, a fine Italian stiletto, one of my favourites. It was light and fast, not too powerful, but perfect for this kind of job. Soon I could hear the sounds of human steps on the pavement. My mind froze, concentrating only on this very sound and my body relaxed, ready to go, if I needed to. I bent forward an inch to have clearer sight of Kurt's door. One single person, dressed in inconspiscious clothes and a hat walked up fast and turned towards the door, knocking. Tension spread in my feet, ready to jump. The seconds felt like hours. I leapt from the roof and fell down fast, the second I saw Kurt opening the door. One arm stretched forward, the Stiletto held on my waist with the other hand I crashed down on the body, burying them under mine. My knee straddled his (I could now see that he was a man) chest and his one arm and I grabbed his other arm and clutched it to the ground. My stiletto I held to his throat. The pair of shocked eyes were directed at me.

"One move and you die."

I threatened him, calmly. Kurt looked at the scene as surprised and shocked as the victim under me.

"Who sent you?" I said and I repeated it, when I didn't get an answer. "Tell me and you'll be alive." I pushed the blade a bit further, stinging into his skin, letting him know I was dead serious.

The guy swallowed uncomfortable. His eyes jumped up and down in panic. I drew the blade in a little more.
"No, I- I'll talk," he choked out. "He's called P-Puck!"

Puck? As in Puckerman? Oh that wasn't good. The Puckermans had influence in this city. It would be hard to take them down. Very hard.

"Puckerman?" I just wanted to make sure, but the guy just whined.

"I don't know! I was just hired to get the money from this guy. Please! Let me go."

With one quick motion I drove my Stiletto into him and slid through the main vein. I didn't look, because it would make me feel sorry for him. I couldn't afford to feel sorry. He gurgled, blood streaming out of his throat and all over my hands. He was dead seconds later.

Calmly I met Kurt's shocked look.

"Looks like we've got a clue. You should go back to bed."

"I've got a dead body on my door steps." He said in a squeaking voice. I shook my head.

"Leave the body to me. But you better clean that up." I pointed to the pool of blood as I lifted the body from the floor and over my shoulder. "I'll speak to you soon when part two of the plan is set."

With that I left, a lot slower with the body on me. I dropped him into a hay stack a few minutes further. It should take them a while to find him. I sprinted off. It was time to speak to the other guild members as this could be a bigger thing that I expected it to be at first.


* -A- *


"I have located the targets."

I stood on the roof next to Mike. He was a fellow Assassin from the far East. He had excellent fighting skills and he was fast. I would even go so far to say he was the best in the guild. I was just not as athletic as him. But I was more dangerous in sneak attacks and my strike was more powerful than his. Together we were probably invincible and I loved working with him. After the killing of Kurt's blackmailer I had spoken to him and Rachel, discussing the matter and after Mikes research it turned out that it was indeed possible, that the Puckerman family stood behind this incidents. To keep their hands clean they had not personally struck, but had a middle man who worked under them. Those were the ones that sent the guy to Kurt. We had decided to put them down undetected to free Kurt from these threatens and to not bring the Puckermans directly on us. That was something we weren't strong enough yet to handle.

"Who are they?"

"First target is a guy called Azimio. Big guy, black. According to my sources he patrols in the western district near the market place. He's slow and should be no problem for you."

I nodded.

"And the other guy?"

"Actually he's a she. Couldn't identify her yet, but apparently you'll find her not far away from the western district. She uses to watch and control the fish trade in the city. She's dressed simply, inconspicuous but probably carrying a weapon and very likely to be more dangerous than the Azimio boy."

"How do I identify her?"

"She's blonde, around 20 years old. Look for a scar on her neck."

"Why would the Puckermans hire a woman?" That puzzled me. I had never seen a woman working for the Puckermanns.

"Why would Kurt send a woman?" Mike replied smirking. I laughed.

"True. " Women were dangerous, even more dangerous than men sometimes. I didn't like it much to fight them. They were tough and hard to trick. It was much easier to get a man to their knees. But I was one of the best assassins and I was more than ready to get the job done.

"I'll be back soon. It'll be quick." I said to Mike. My stiletto rested at my side and I had the belt filled up with throwing knives. As an assassin you had to be prepared to fight with every weapon against any type of enemy. I stood up and was almost on my way down when Mike called after me again.

"All the best of luck."

"Thank you," I gave back, smiling. I wouldn't need it. I never failed. I was born to be master assassin.

Letting go of the roof ledge I slid down to one of the windows. From there I swung around and jumped to the balcony of the house next to it. I used the wooden piles to hop along the street above the heads of the people walking in the dim sunset. No one saw me, and if they did, they would think twice before calling the guards as they could lose their lives the second they opened their mouth. Climbing and jumping, I made my way in the direction of the first target, Azimio. I spotted him near the market place and followed him carefully. I didn't know if they were alert that something was happening, but they probably were, when they noticed that the boy they had sent to Kurt never returned. I clambered down the house into the shade of one of the market stalls. Slowly I snuck along the shelves, closer to Azimio who walked around, watching his surroundings. I had to be careful. I took a step closer and almost got into the perfect distance to throw a knife, but he moved away like he had sensed something. I gave up my position and crawled out between the stalls when he was looking away. I was able to dive into the straw stack just in time. If I could only distract him. Maybe throw a cherry bomb? But would he be as stupid as a guard and fall for it? Probably not. I wanted him close, because in short distance I was unbeatable, perfect. If only I could make him move into my direction. The tiny bomb was not a bad idea actually. I wouldn't use it to harm him, but to lure him into my direction. If I threw it behind him he would maybe flee and run directly into my arms. I pulled out the little bag with the bombs in it. It had to work. I hoped desperately that the sound of the bomb wouldn't be too loud.

I threw it as far as I could. It landed perfectly, just behind him. The bang made him jump. Alert he looked behind him, scanning the street with his eyes. I held my breath, ready for him to come into my direction. He took a step and then another one. I almost leapt forward already. Just one step and he would be mine.

But he stopped. Azimio stopped with his brows narrowed and then suddenly dashed away into the other direction. Oh for God's sake, really? I had underestimated the smartness of my victim. Groaning I shot up from the straw stack, drawing my pistol from the back of my belt. This was probably a bad idea as I had already made enough noise, but fuck it! Santana Lopez had never failed a mission. I charged and pulled the trigger. The blasting sound of exploding gunpowder ripped through the night as Azimio's lifeless body fell to the ground. Now I had to be quick. I couldn't take care of the body now, because I was certain that the other target had heard it and was warned. I swung myself up the market stalls and jumped over to the building next to it. I climbed up and ran south, getting as high up as possible. I needed to get a better view on the whole district.


* -A- *


My dad used to call me eagle eye when he was still alive. I could see things from far away, could sense targets in heavy crowed areas, when normal eyes would fail. It was a gift. My eyes were always the thing I was most proud of.

I spied down on the street and located her immediately. She stood on one of the roofs below looking down the street. I grinned to myself, because she didn't notice me. Golden blond strands of hair were flowing in the wind, making me observe her almost a moment too long. I took a running start and leapt off the roof.

I don't know how, but she noticed me just before the clash and turned around. My stiletto stung forward and I had a short glimpse into two somewhat green eyes, before I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder when I was whirled around and then suddenly without ground under my feet again. She had used my power to grab me in the right moment to throw me off the building. Frantic I reached out trying to hold on to anything to stop myself from falling, my stiletto fell to the floor. Eventually I could cling onto a window ledge. Shit.

It took me a while to get up again as my shoulder still hurt a lot, and when I was finally on my feet I saw her two houses away from me, running. I couldn't let her get away, that would be so unfortunate. So I sprinted after her fast. She climbed up another roof and I followed her, a bit cumbersomely. Oh my god she was fast. But I could not let her escape. I took a short cut, used the rope that was spanned over the building to slide down to her, reducing the distance. Inch by inch I fought closer to her, until I was just an arm length away. I smashed myself on top of her. My hidden blade slid out and aimed for her throat. She stared at me in the moment, stared with hazel eyes that went wide. I stopped in the movement. My skills failed me.

I didn't kill her.

I think we just stared at each other. No idea how long, and no idea why. As an assassin, it should normally be easy to just concentrate on killing without thinking of anything, but I really wondered in that moment, why I stopped. And then I wondered why I wondered about that.

She took that moment to put on a devious smirk.

"Do you want to kill me?" Her voice had this raspiness that gave me chills.

"Or what else could you possibly want from me?" She added playfully. Did I not say I didn't like assassinations on girls? That was exactly one of the reasons why. They could play with you, even seconds before they died, trying to confuse you and seduce you, and…

"You're cute, blushing like that."

I wanted to kill her so badly. How dare she.

"Shut up, or I cut your throat."

She smiled, staring at me. Her eyes went right through me, trying to find my insecurities. It was like she held a blade against me that was made out of words, while I held an actual blade against her.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have already done it."

She was so not scared of me that it almost scared me. Why was I not able to bring down the fucking blade? What held me? She wasn't even giving any resistance. I suddenly felt her hand travelling up my arms, playfully drawing circles on my skin through the fabric.

"Stop it! I will kill you." My choice of words was so lame, I hated myself in this moment when I realised that her touch was not uncomfortable at all.

"You say, you are the one killing me, hm? Look at that." Just now I felt the blade on my own neck. I hadn't even noticed her drawing a dagger as I was too distracted by her other hand.

You are such a fucking fool, Lopez, and a fucking failure.

The blonde girl smiled, tracing up my neck with her fingernails to cup my chin.

"Looks like we are in an interesting situation here, don't you think?"

I had two options. I could either try to kill her before she killed me or I could try to free us both. She was fast, I had seen it; we would probably die both if I stabbed her.

"If I let you go, will you, too? I hissed. She cocked an eyebrow.

"How could I trust you?"

"You said I wouldn't kill you anyway. If you were really convinced of that, you would have no problem with putting that blade away."

I wasn't sure if my words were really working on her. I was never good in haggling or speech in general, but better in letting actions speak. She stared at me for a long time, consulting my words. Finally after what felt like ages, she lowered the dagger and dropped it. I got up and pulled in my hidden blade, keeping the promise. I had no choice, because if I tried something, she would still be able to kill me. I was the one supposed to kill her. Hell, why wasn't I able to do it before? I lunged forward, this time ready to hurt her, ready to strangle her. We put up a good fist fight on the rooftops of the city, while the moon turned its way westwards again. And with every hit I scored and every kick I took, I got angrier and impatient. Then, when she came forward again, I grabbed her arm and pulled it, let her struggle. But she caught herself, before I could kick her off the roof and threw herself onto me, ripping me off my feet.

This time she was the one on top. And like me before, she didn't kill me. She just looked at me in triumph, almost as if it was a game. A game that she certainly seemed to enjoy. She straddled my legs with her whole body weight and held my arms pinned to the ground. In the next moment I saw her coming so dangerously close to me with her face, I almost forgot to breathe. She was far too close. I could smell her perfume. The scent made me giddy. Was that me being seduced by my victim? She breathed into my ear and let me shudder.

"Oh my god! You like that, huh?" the blonde whispered.

No, I didn't like it at all. I tried to free myself but she held me in place with not much effort. She was stronger than I thought.

"Let me have a little fun with you. I think I like you."

I felt hotness on my face. No, everywhere. And especially between my legs. Damn it. A groan escaped my mouth when she bit my earlobe. The blonde girl smirked.

"Who are you?" I managed to bring out. It only made her laugh.

"Aww, you don't even know who you're trying to kill?" She continued sucking my ear, travelling down slowly, down my neck. Still she held me firmly.

"Well, I know who you are. You are an Assassin." She said. I couldn't take it. I couldn't have her on top of me like this. It should be other way around. I pushed her back and to my surprise she let me go. I flipped us and forcefully pressed her against the crude slates of the roof. I was pretty sure it hurt her, because she pulled a face for a moment. Then she grinned again, almost as if she liked it. Her hand had found its way between my legs. I gasped when she began to move up and down her fingers, massaging this sensitive and very moist spot there with a little pressure. I was so wet and I knew that she knew; she would feel it through the fabric. It filled me with shame, and fear, and anger at the same time. But I could not give in to that. She was my target, and she was the enemy.

"Give me your name and I'll make it short and sweet, slut." I tried.

The blonde girl laughed again loudly.

"You can call me Quinn," she replied. "It was nice meeting you. But I have to go now. I have other plans for tonight."

"Wait," I said, pressing her more firmly against the roof. "You think that I'm going to let you go?"

Quinn grinned and lifted her head to connect her lips with mine. I was so surprised by the sudden kiss that I had almost completely let go off her. She moved her lips over mine with skill, sucking at my lower lip, and biting it, distracting me enough for her to free herself from my grip.

"Until next time, Assassin," she said, getting up and pulling out a smoke bomb.

I was left panting, and wondering about this encounter. I had no idea where the winds would push me in the next time, but I had a strong feeling that this was not the last time that I would cross ways with this girl called Quinn.


A/N Edit: I was writing this as a one shot, but could possibly extend it. Give me a shout if you'd like that.