A/N: Chapters will be fairly short and will probably update slowly. Criticism is welcome. I know I'm crap, so if you could help me improve that would be great. :)
Altaïr didn't know what he was doing, this girl, this woman, was a Templar. But he wanted her, and he always got what he wanted…
His target was way in front of him running up buildings and across roofs like they'd been doing it all their life.
He growled, frustrated. This was becoming a real problem, his kill always seemed one step ahead of him, and they definitely knew he was after them. He was following a Templar but other than that little piece of information he knew nothing else about this bright gold spark in his Eagle Vision.
The target, still ahead of him, was now climbing the bell tower. Altaïr sighed and followed, trying to find a faster path. He reached the top in time to see the Templar edging out onto the perch, he caught a glimpse of bright green eyes as his kill turned to smile a him before they dived off the tower in a backwards Leap of Faith.
He ran across the roof after his emerald-eyed quarry, jumping off the perch without missing a beat. He landed in the straw and rolled out, glancing quickly around for the Templar and running after them again.
This is it, Altaïr thought; I've got them now. His target had finally made the fatal mistake he'd been waiting for. They'd led him into a courtyard and were now climbing through one of the open windows. He followed, smiling.
Clambering up into the room, Altaïr was immediately struck by the bed that dominated the space.
Had his kill really led him to their bedchamber?
The cloaked form he'd been chasing stood with their back to him near the only exit from the room; it would be so easy for him to kill them now.
Then the figure turned to him and, with green eyes flashing in the moonlight from the window behind him, they pushed back their hood.