I was just walking; home, alone, at night. Can you see how this is already a problem. The party had been a total bust. I didn't know anyone there, the corner had been the only safe place for me. So I left early, and now it was raining. Now I was soaked to the bone. I started to curse my pointless existence; when it happened.

There was a bright flash, a burning sensation, pain, and everything went dark. When I regained conciousness the first thing I noticed was the smell. I smelled salt, like when I visited the seashore last year. When I opened my eyes I saw my cheek had been laying against a cobble stone path which was attached to a dock. Nothing was as it should be. It was warm, sunny with a beautiful sunset sinking beneath the ocean.

"Where the heck am I?" I was beginning to panic different senarios running through my mind. Had I been kidnapped? That would explain the change in venu, but not why I'd been laying facedown in the street. Standing slowly I took stock of myself. Aside from some brusies and a headache I seemed unharmed.

Then I heard shouting. Running over toward the commotion I saw something strange. It looked like a gang fight. Young men were standing at the warf pummeling each other with their fists. This was not that peculiar what was; was the way they were dressed. Everyone was wearing breeches and tunics; doublets and gloves. A few were even wearing rapiers by their sides.

I spied one particular youth that was having some trouble. He was probably 17 or 18 and fairly good looking. Dark haired with olive skin a thin face with a straight nose. A nose that would soon be broken if that thug behind him got him. I thought about trying to help him, but I was to late. He was already saved by a new face. I couldn't see him well from where I was. After they fought for a little while longer. Things settled who ever was left standing was running for their lives. The two men that had caught my eye were laughing, and chatting in what I thought was Italian. I was able to make out one phrase "piccilo fratellio" little brother.

One man the two failed to notice was walking up to them. Actually ambushing them. Now I acted I ran up to him and cold cocked him across the teeth. He fell over knocked out cold. The two men looked at me with odd expressions. One walked up to me. He seemed older then the one he called "little brother"; he was built a bit stronger with sturdy features, with a strong jaw that bore a little stubble. He looked incredibly handsome; like classic Italian gorgeous. The man grinned at me in a bemused way and started rattling off Italian to me.

"Scusi." I tried to communicate, "no Italia, english?" I asked feeling pathetic. "Ah.." He gasped in understanding. "Hello then English lady." He smiled and took my hand kissing my knuckles lightly. He spoke English well enough, but you could tell it wasn't his first language. He had a very thick Italian accent. "I am Amelia Bennett; you?" I spoke clearly so he'd understand me, gently pulling my fingers from his grasp. "Federico Auditore da Fenize. Cioa Bella." His brother came up and repeated the hand kissing gesture. "Ezio Auditore." Now that I looked I could tell they were brothers. They had the same hair, eyes, and olive skin. I also saw that Ezio was bleeding. "your lip!" He looked confused, I don't think he understood me. I lifted my hand to his bleeding lip. Ezio ecoiled when I touched him, he was probably sore. The two seemed to argue back and forth for awhile. Then they appeared to reach an agreement, Ezio went and started patting down the fallen men. Federico turned to me. "My brother has finally agreed to see a doctor. Which means we must take our leave."

"Oh," I was a little disappointed. "well good, it looks like it hurts." Federico smiled at me with a charming air took my hand. "It was my pleasure to meet such a kind signorina." With that he pressed his lips to my knuckles, this time letting the contact linger this time. He yelled over to his brother then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Buena Sera Bella." I felt my face flush crimson from the heat of his breath on my neck. Then he took of, his younger brother at his heels.

With the Boys

"Well brother, I saw you charming that young lady. I didn't think foreigners were you style." Ezio quipped with a roguish grin. Despite Ezio's teasing tone Federico grinned wistfully "She was quite a lovely girl, and I've never known a woman to lay a man out the may she did." The two brothers laughed out loud as they raced the rooftops to the doctors.

Back with Amelia

A few minutes later I found myself wishing I had stayed with those tow boys. It was dark now, I was alone in a strange city with no money and no connections. And now I was freaking out that not only was I in a different country, but that I was in the past; like the fourteen hundreds.

Eventually I found myself in a square very very lost. When I passed an alley way someone grabbed me, an arm around my waist. The other held a knife to my neck. A foul voice whispered Italian in my ear. I didn't know what he wanted, but I felt it wasn't good. I screamed, but his hand cupped my mouth. Then he was gone. I heard someone cry out "Basterido!" When I turned I saw Federico standing over the thug. He turned to me and my knees gave out. It was to much, being trapped in a different time, and now I'd been attacked. Now the shock had won off and everything was hitting me at once.

"Bella you alright." While I was panicking it appeared that Federico had caught me. I felt tears in my eyes, and started to shake. Federico put his arm around me and helped me stand. "Its alright Bella, its over." He gently stirred me toward a building I didn't really care were we went so long as those safe warm arms didn't let go of me.

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