A/N:First Assassin's Creed story that I've written, and hopefully you guys enjoy it. ^^
Disclaimer:I do not own Assassin's Creed, but if I did, I'm pretty sure that fangirls across the world would be messaging me, and lining up at my doorstep just to meet thee Ezio Auditore...actually. Come to think of it. I would line up at my own doorstep to see that sexy mofo. Anyway, Flamers can go kiss my ass and eat the doodoo inside of it as well, because I don't appreciate people who flame stories. I'm always open for critique's but not for people that bash others stories.
"Amalia! How long does it take you to put on a damn dress?" Ezio shouted while standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Will you shut the hell up already? These dresses can't put themselves on you know. How about you try fitting into one of these chest crushing corsets." Amalia grumbled as she finished lacing up the back of the corset, with help from the mirror in back of her. Thank God for the men that created mirrors, she thought. After she finished tying up the dress and putting the revealing skirt on that rode up so high you could see part of her spandex underneath, she made her way out of her room. "Why did I agree to cosplay with this stupid friend of mine?" She questioned, ruffling her hair a bit. Sighing she headed downstairs where she could see her friend Jack (Ezio), sitting at the bottom of the steps looking more irritated than ever.
When he heard her footsteps he glanced up with an angry face, but it quickly turned to that of shock and admiration. He quickly stood up to give her room to maneuver past him, but she stopped right in front of him, waiting for something to come out of his mouth. "..Wow..." He breathed out, trying desperately not to stare at her overly exposed breasts. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this. I can't believe you talked me into being an Italian renaissance prostitute. "She half yelled, slapping him lightly on the chest. "Well you know how much of a man whore Ezio is, so it was just appropriate….and might I add that you fit the part very well."
Her eyes squinted angrily at him, before she huffed and hurried towards the door not wanting to stand there and let him eye rape her. "Come on Ja-Ezio. We're going to be late if you don't stop eying me like that." As if he was slapped in the face, he snapped out of his lustful daze and ran to catch up with Amalia as she almost slammed the door in his face. "Be happy you're my very close friend and not some random dude on the street, because so help me God I would've pummeled you for looking at me like that." Amalia watched as Jack smirked, like he was actually Ezio to begin with, and grabbed her by the waist, escorting her towards their car. "I would love to be beaten up by you," He whispered.
Amalia had no idea how much longer she could deal with this. Maybe it was a bad idea to go as Ezio and the prostitute to the convention. For starters, if her own Ezio couldn't keep his eyes off of her, what makes you think that the other male cosplayers won't?
"Watch it Signore. That tongue of yours will be the death of you." She threatened as they pulled out of their Brooklyn apartment to head to the Jacob Javits Center. "Aww come on Amalia. You could at least play the part and throw yourself at me." He suggested turning towards her as they came to a stop at the red light. Amalia leaned in closer as if she was going to kiss him but slapped him roughly on his cheek to wake him up from his daydreams. "Jack…."She said sweetly, with a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Do that one more time and watch what happens." Jack gulped audibly and retracted back to his sitting position. "Won't let it happen again." He told her. "Good." She replied, satisfied that she had set him straight.
Now all she had to do was set everyone else straight if they approached her.
HOLY FLYING COW NUGGETS! This was the tenth person that had come up to her, asking for a picture with her and Ezio. Apparently they were the talk of the convention in the artists' alley, because of how 'amazingly awesome' their outfits were. People commented on how much of a whore she looked like, and how well she pulled it off. It also didn't help that her boobs were the size of watermelons and shaped the dress perfectly. It honestly bothered her to no end. Everywhere she went Ezio always had his hands around her waist or they merely just held hands. Amalia could practically feel the smirk radiating off of Jack at the moment, but she didn't say anything, afraid that it would ruin the perky atmosphere around them. "Hey, Amalia. You want to grab something to eat. I'm kind of hungry." Amalia almost broke her neck, nodding as fast as she could. She thought that he would never ask, because all this mental venting had taken a toll on her. Before they could actually get to the food court, she spotted an Assassins Creed II booth, not far off from where they were standing.
"Jackkk!" She yelled excitedly while tugging on his arm. "There's an Assassins Creed II booth over there. Can we go? Can we go? Can we goo!" She whined like a little kid, bouncing up and down, while almost ripping his arm out of his socket. "Geez, Amalia! Calm down!" She couldn't help but get even more excited as he said that to her. "Alright." He moaned, obviously agitated at her childish behavior. "I'm going to grab some merchandise from the Artist booth over there, and you go do whatever. Meet me back here in….."
Amalia didn't let him finish as she weaved in and out of people, mind set on getting to that booth and buying out the entire place. As she got there, she was relieved that barely anybody was there. Only a couple of people were standing behind the counters, chatting up a storm. "Um...excuse me." She asked, interrupting the conversation. "It said on the website that a simulation Animus 2.0 would be here." Amalia could barely contain her excitement as the people nodded and opened up a small door behind them, for her. "You only get about 10 minutes in the thing, so once you're done just come out and fill out these papers about what you liked and didn't." She squealed out loud and was quickly ushered into the room. As she stared at the Animus 2.0 in the middle of the room, she couldn't help but gasp at how realistic it seemed.
It looked exactly like in the game, chair and all, with a table next to it, and a model of Rebecca and Lucy sitting down, like they were actually typing away at the computer. She didn't see Shaun anywhere, but she didn't really care. "This chair is really expensive so don't move around to much in it, Okay." She nodded and allowed them to sit her down in the Animus, careful not to knock anything. As they set up the machine, Amalia thought to herself. How could they have built this so quickly if the game had just come out only a month ago? On top of that, why was it that her instincts were telling her to get the hell out of there? She didn't know why, but it seemed just a bit too suspicious.
"Okay were all ready to go!" They gave her thumbs up as they excited the room, leaving it in complete darkness. All of a sudden a bright screen appeared in front of her face with Ezio on the screen. All of her questions, and doubts suddenly disappeared as she felt excitement flow through her. She watched the screen carefully, as a small scene appeared with Enzi chasing after a man. Wait a minute. This was the trailer for Assassins Creed II! "What a friggin' rip off." She mumbled to herself as she moved to get out of the chair. And here she thought that she would be thrown into the Assassins Creed world. "Maybe our technology isn't that advanced yet."
"Where do you think you're going?" Her blood ran cold as she turned back to the screen to see Lucy, Shaun, and Rebecca standing there. "Uhhh…" Nothing sensible came out of her mouth as she saw that all three of them were glaring at her. "You can't just leave while Florence is unstable." Amalia nervously laughed to herself, trying to think up some type of explanation as to why these characters were talking to her. "Maybe I ate too much pasta. Probably went straight to my head." She started to get up out of the Animus when she felt a tug on her hand, making her lurch backward. Turning around she looked to see that half of her hand was in the screen with a weird yellow glow around it. "Holy cow." She screamed as more of her started getting pulled into the screen. "Jack I swear to god, that if this is some kind of joke, then I'm going to personally castrate you so that only a stubble is left. AND I'LL LET YOU BLEED TO DEATH!" Amalia screamed as the rest of herself was thrown through the TV. She felt herself land on a hard surface, making her groan. "We don't have time for this, Amalia. Get in the animus now. Ezio needs you."
What the fudge…. Regretting ever opening her eyes, she was staring at Rebecca who was frantically typing away on her computer. "Come on! Get up. Get up!" The deep voice of Desmond sent her falling back on her ass as she stared into his deep chocolate colored eyes. "You agreed to be permanently synchronized with the Animus so that you could lend a hand to those in need. Now if you're taking that back, then I'm seriously tempted to punch you in the face." Amalia couldn't comprehend what was happening as she was strapped into a chair with a needle coming out of the side of her neck.
"This might hurt a lot...but after this you won't feel anything. FYI! We're sending you back to the beginning, before Desmond screwed up everything..." She paused to glare at Desmond, and then continued speaking. "You're going to be placed somewhere between the killing of Ezio's family to him trying to escape from Florence to Monteriggioni, so be prepared for anything. Try and remember all your training, and skills that you have acquired, because I guarantee that sending you back will erase most of your memory."
Amalia yelled for them to stop, even though they were fictional characters, and she was probably having some strange dream, but it didn't stop her from screaming at the top of her lungs, before being plunged into complete darkness.
Why was it that It was so warm….Too warm actually. It felt like there was fire around her. Amalia sniffed the air, making her cough uncontrollably. Maybe she was in hell and smelling the burnt wood around her was her punishment. Soon everything slammed into her making her eyes bulge out of her head, and also causing her to gasp for air. Her surroundings were being burned and all she could see were people gathering outside of the window, and what looked like people yelling for help. Trying to get up was meaningless because she collapsed to the ground with pain shooting up her left leg. On top of her leg was a large table that seemed impossible to move.
Oh my god, I'm going to die. Amalia screamed for help, but the noise of the flames was too much, and overpowered her tiny voice. Inhaling too much of the smoke caused her vision to falter, also making her cough more than she should. Her lungs were on fire and there was absolutely nothing that she could do to stop it. Slowly the flames rose higher and higher until a ring of fire was around her, slowly closing in.
I guess this is it. "Signorina! Grab my hand!" Amalia opened her eyes to see a man standing only a couple of feet away from her, due to the ring of flames surrounding her. Amalia stretched as far as she could, but anything she did was in vain. "I'm going to jump over the flames, but once I do you must heave yourself up as much as you can." Amalia nodded and watched as the man backed up and jumped over the flames coming to a sudden stop right next to her. She pushed herself up as much as she could, as the man lifted up the table slowly. She cried out in pain as she felt her flesh tear from off of her leg. Then man swiftly picked her up into his arms and jumped over the flames as best he could. Without any damage done to his clothing he rushed out of the house and into the crowds of people that were screaming about the fire. "Father, she must see a doctor. Her leg must be torn." Amalia slipped in and out of consciousness as she felt herself being carried somewhere. She shivered at the sudden change in temperature and shifted closer so that her arms were wrapped around the man's neck. At the movement she whimpered, as her leg burned more than it had before. "Shhh...It'll be okay, Signori." Amelia didn't exactly believe him because her leg didn't seem to get any better the further they traveled.
She didn't know how long she was out of it, but she felt herself being placed on a soft bed, with the covers tucked under her chin. She struggled to open her eyes to see who exactly her rescuer was, but darkness soon swarmed her vision and knocked her out cold.
Birds chirped cheerfully, and sunlight filtered through the window, making the room be illuminated in bright lights. As the lights hit her face, her eyes fluttered open to see a nicely furnished room with a table off to her left and a mirror right in front of her. Amalia picked herself up and through her legs over the side of the bed getting ready to move. At the sight of her leg she gasped and almost fainted at how many bandages littered her leg. Carefully avoiding walking on that leg, she placed her hands on anything that could steady herself and maker her walk to the door easier. Opening the door, she peeked out to see a long hallway that led to a set of stairs.
The energy that she put into walking into the stairs felt like she had run a marathon, and then did a 30 mile run for a cool down. All in all, it was hell getting to the stairs. There was barely anything in the hallway to steady her, making her curse out loud every single time she stumbled. Maybe she should have waited for someone to come inside and introduce themselves, but being the very impatient one, she decided to take it upon herself to greet them. Amelia almost made a fool of herself as she stumbled and nearly cracked her head open on the stairs, if it wasn't for a firm hand that had wrapped itself around her waist. When she turned around to thank the person she almost fainted from who it was.
Why the hell was Federico Auditor de Firenze staring at her in concern? He must have noticed the scared look on her face, for he pulled his hand away and took a step back. "Mi dispiace. I did not mean to frighten you, Signorina." Amalia had no idea what to say to this. For one, she had no idea what had happened to her to maker herself appear in this world. And secondly, she had no idea what her life had been like before. All she knew was her name…ha how cheesy did that sound. Amnesia occurs on a young maiden and the typical thing that she only remembers is her name. "May I ask what your name may be, bella." As if something had controlled her, she felt herself saying her name without even realizing it. "Amalia Salvatore de Luca." Amalia tipped her head forward out of respect and waited for him to tell her his name, even though she already knew. "Federico Auditore de Firenze." He bowed towards her and she held in a giggle as he came back up. "How are you feeling mi cara." He asked helping her down the stairs at a leisurely pace. "My leg does not feel right, but the pain has lessened slightly." He nodded and smiled at her as they came to a stop in the kitchen.
"May I get you something to eat?" Amalia nodded and sat at the table as he prepared food for her. It wasn't long before Amalia could smell the pasta and bread inside the kitchen. The aroma caused her to sigh out of pure satisfaction. She heard Federico chuckle and she lifted her head off of the table to stare at him. "I take it you enjoy pasta a lot." Amalia nodded and smiled at him. "It is my favorite food." She confessed, blushing as he observed her longer than need be. "Well I'm glad I have the pleasure of making something that you enjoy." He smirked at her, as Amalia turned away, cheeks now red like a tomato. Why was it that he was so hot and arrogant, and she enjoyed that? Why couldn't Federico be a timid man that she would not have second thoughts of throwing herself at him? Well she wasn't complaining being stuck with him. Ezio on the other hand….she already had enough trouble with…..
Wait! What was the man's name? She couldn't put a name and face together, and it scared her. Flashes of people walking around and small figurines popped into her head causing her to clutch it from how fast the images kept on playing. As soon as they had come they disappeared bringing her back to the present. She was glad that Federico didn't notice her sudden silence, because she didn't know how she could handle him coming towards her and asking her questions. A couple of minutes later, Federico placed a bowl of pasta with bread on the side in front of her. "I am not sure if you want salad or not." Amalia shook her head and placed a hand on top of his.
Staring directly into his eyes she smiled brightly. "Thank you very much for everything. I really do not know what would have happened to me if you hadn't saved me and tended to my wounds. I truly am thankful." Amalia slightly stood up and pecked him on the cheek, trying to slow her now fast beating heart.
Federico opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as a small boy and older gentlemen walked into the room. "Ah! Federico, I must ask you a favor. Can you accompany Petruccio? He wants to collect feathers around town, but I do not want him going alone." His father asked taking his shoulders off of the younger Auditore. "Yes father." Federico looked back at me with sad eyes, and she smiled at him in a silent request to go on. "Will you be fine on your own?" Amalia nodded and lightly shoved his lower back to make him go. He smiled and waved at her as he left the house, leaving her and the father in the kitchen. "How are you feeling mi cara." He asked, sliding into a seat in front of her. Amalia took a small bite of her food and swallowed the delicious pasta before continuing. "I am feeling much better, thanks to Federico. He is a good man." She told him, honestly. "Indeed he is. Maybe if you are feeling up to it, you can walk the streets with him tonight to get to know each other." What exactly was their father trying to imply. She couldn't help but blush uncontrollably and hide behind her hair that fell in front of her face.
"Do not be shy. He is a nice man with no intentions of hurting you." A silence enveloped them as Amalia continued to eat her food, not exactly sure what to say to him in this situation. "Ah. It is getting late. I must be on my way, but feel free to explore the villa if you are up to it." With that said, he exited the kitchen leaving Amalia to her thoughts.
You could say that she was scared, but more shy and inexperienced. All of that was clearly on her face when Federico asked her to accompany him for a walk. She didn't exactly say yes, but she didn't refuse. Let's just say that she was in the process of thinking when a handsome man burst into the guest bedroom that she was staying in. "Federico! I have something I must show you." When examined more, Amalia stared at thee Ezio Auditore. He may not know it now, but he was going to become a very popular man (good and bad), later on. The reason why she was so hesitant to go on the walk was because it would be a date. She wasn't even sure when they were going to die, but she knew it was soon because something inside of her told her that it was tomorrow. "Not now, Ezio. Amalia and I were just on our way out to take a nightly stroll."
Ezio looked visibly defeated and closed the door silently. Federico turned back towards Amalia and stretched his hand out to help her up.
Maybe one little date wouldn't kill her.