Here is my attempt at an Assassin Creed Fanfic. My friend has been bugging me for so long to make one with her. She has one as well, but unfortunately it is not up here of Fanfiction. I though that I would post mine here though because I'm positive that there are many others who would like to read it. I'm not entirely sure of what direction I will go or what I am going to write about, but it will be hopefully entertaining for everyone.

I would also like to note before we start that there are going to be a lot of characters in this story from throughout all of the assassin creed games, along with two OC Characters. I hope that it won't be confusing, especially for those who have not played all of the games. Without further adieu, I would like to present to you The School for Assassins and Templars. :)

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Chapter 1: The Templars and The Assassins

Bang. Bang. Bang. I could hear the sound of bombs going off in the background. My legs tried to carry me as fast as I could down the street. They were after me, even though it wasn't my fault. I wasn't the one who killed that man. It was just a matter of wrong place, wrong time. They wanted their revenge for his death and they had to pick someone to have their revenge on. I was clearly the easiest target to choose for them. Everyone is not going to be pleased to hear this story. They would consider it to be yet another failure on my part. It really didn't need any more failures.

My chest began to rise and fall faster and faster as I tried to catch my breathe. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly against my chest. I could feel my legs starting to lose their strength. Exhaustion ran through my entire body. I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to run for. I knew that I had to hide soon before I would collapse onto the street. They would surely catch and kill me if that would happen. I looked around to see if I could find a place to hide.

Scanning the area, I spotted a wooden waggon filled with the familiar golden yellow hay. I wasn't fond of the idea of hiding in the hay like my other fellow assassins because it was itchy and didn't smell nice either. It would have to do because I didn't many other choices at the moment. I would much rather that then have my life taken away from me. I made a sharp turn into the alley way and forced my legs to jump high enough to get in. Once I managed to get in I swam to the middle and buried my body under it to hide my self well enough. There was no taking chances. I lay there trying to steady my breathe while also trying not to sneeze. It was hard trying not to sneeze because for some reason, this hay was especially dusty.

I listened closely to what was going on outside of the haystack. It seemed like it was ages before I heard the chattering of the guards coming from outside of the haystack. To me it sounded like a bunch of noise, but I knew by the tone of their voice that they were talking about where they might find me. I stayed as still as I could as to not make any noise. All of a sudden, one of them whacked the side of the waggon, making a loud rattling sound. My heart rate skyrocketed. I bit on my lip to stop myself from screaming and making any noise. My eyes closed, praying that they would not discover me and just go somewhere else. Laying there silence, I listened to what was going on. The screams of the guard startled her. The situation had clearly changed. Someone else had joined them and it seemed like they were on her side. Trying to save her, but who was it. There was no one else who was with her. At least that she knew of. She thought about who it could be while still trying to listen to what was going on.

Their voices eventually stopped. Did the mysterious person kill off the guards? It had seemed so because a battered up pair of knuckles reached into the hay towards me. A hand offering me help out of the hay. How did they know that I was here. Perhaps hiding in the haystack wasn't the best choice, but I disregarded that. It was made clear then that the little battle was done and over with whether this was actually a good hiding spot or not. I reached out a took it into my own grasp. They forcefully pulled me out of the hay. I was pulled into their chest. It shocked me. My head raised up to she that it was none other than the Ezio Auditiore de Ferenzé. I was mesmerized by his face. I stared at his pale pink lips and his smooth skin. He was a good example of perfection, both in talent and looks.

"You get into trouble too often. You're going to be late for class again."

"I can't help it."

"Come on. You're not going to drag me into your late scheme."

Ezio started to run with my hand in his, tugging me along the alley. It made me feel like a little child. He only let go when we reached the end of the alley and had to climb up a ladder. He expected me to follow and I did, but at a slower rate then he had liked. He gave an annoyed sigh. I knew that meant that I was going to slow for him. I didn't go too fast because I didn't want to fall or get into any more trouble. That is what happens when you're not as great as an assassin as the others in your class. I managed to keep up and he didn't seem to give anymore annoyed sighs. I hoped that it was a good sign. After a few more rooftop jumps, we eventually made it to the university campus. I stopped in relief that the bell had not rung yet and I made it in time. I also need to keep a few breathes first, before I continued on any further.

"We're not there yet. Hurry up or you will be late."

I continued to jog towards the building to make the man happy. It wasn't of my best interest to get on his bad side especially after he saved me from those guards. Ezio stood at the doors with his arms crossed, waiting for me to catch up. I was about to reach where he was standing when I felt the motion of my body dipping forward. I had tripped over my own two feet. That was just what I needed. It was only a matter of time that the klutz would fall. I didn't fall when I was jumping on the rooftops, so falling now only made sense. I could hear Ezio give a slight chuckle. Even better.

"That was not funny."

"It was from my perspective."

"Alright Mr. Not-so-Graceful-Yourself."

"I'm certainly more graceful than you are."

"Yeah sure. You just keep telling yourself that."

"Well I would like to hear you prove the contrary"

"Well let's see. Using gentle push to make everyone turn and look at you is so not graceful when trying not to disturb the crowd. Also when your knees go weak and you begin to drool because you've just saw a courtesan or a prostitute. That is the peak of gracefulness and you can't get any better. "

"Those are not my fault."

"Then it's not my fault that I am a klutz."

"You could train harder to get rid of it."

"Okay then. I'll just leave it at that. I don't want to argue"

"Can you please hurry up at least."

"I didn't say you had to wait for me."

"See you in class."

Thanks Ezio. I never meant that part to be serious. I brush myself off and started to walk towards class. It was a relatively short walk, but the bell had decided to ring before I got there. It didn't phase me much though because it was the usual thing for me. There was always a next time to try and get it right. I simply kept walking towards my desk like nothing had ever happened. I plopped down in my seat and put my attention towards the teacher like none of it had ever happened.

"What's your story this time Evangelina?"

"Let me tell you. Those guards aren't nice people."

"Again?"

"Yes. Now shhh Desmond."

"You women are always so pushy. Why is that?"

I shot my glaring eyes towards him. It was men like him who gave us female assassins a bad name. There was a reason why there are not a lot of female assassins. He put his hands up in defence, but that didn't work well to persuade me to forgive him. I looked away from him and back towards the teacher. Today it was the invention genius, Leonardo da Vinci himself. He was teaching us the mechanics of a basic hidden blade. I didn't understand why we had to take this class as a compulsory course. I was never going to need to know how a hidden is works. As long as I know how to engage, hide it again and use it well in battle, that's all that counts. That's all that it is useful for.

"Take it. Try looking at your hidden blade and see what I mean."

"So what did you do to piss off the guards so much?"

"I'm trying to learn this crap. Leave me alone Desmond."

"Hey you two. Desmond and Evangelina. You are going to be staying after class."

"Thanks Desmond."

"No problem."

"Not what I meant idiot."

"Please stop arguing. I would like to finish the class in peace."

"Yes Teacher Leonardo," both Desmond and I resonated

It was a while before class ended. The bell had finally rung. I still had to sit there for a while, while watching as all my classmates walked out of the classroom. When the last student left the room, Leonardo slowly paced his way towards us. I dreaded it because I knew what was coming up next. I remained looking down at my desk, avoiding looking at Leonardo. Confrontation wasn't my thing. He finally reached towards my desk and started tap on it loudly. I knew what he wanted, but I remained looking down. I didn't want to face what he had to say. I already got enough lectures from everyone else. He cleared his voice and I finally decide to get it over with. My head raised up and I looked at him square in the face. His expression was cold and stern. There was no forgiveness in it.

"I know. I need to become a better student. Is that what you want to hear?"

"You certainly do. You've never made it to a single one of my classes on time."

"I try to come to class on time, but something always happens."

"Well maybe you should start to come earlier then you think you should. Then you have time to get around those roadblocks of yours and be on time for a change. Worse case scenario, you are here early to perhaps do a quick study before the class begins. That wouldn't hurt you now would it?"

"No. I guess that would work, but something will still probably go wrong."

"Will you try at least?"

"I will try, but there is no guarantees it will be successful."

"Alright. One last question. What were we learning in class today?"

"We were looking at how a hidden blade is constructed and works. Don't worry, I was trying to pay attention but Desmond wouldn't stop talking to me. I tried to tell him to shut up, but it clearly doesn't work out well."

"Is this true Desmond" He said nothing. "Then I suppose that this is the truth. You were never really a good student either. You are dismissed Evangelina."

I gave a light nod towards Leo and got up out of my seat. I strode towards the door and left quietly out of the classroom. It was getting to be late in the afternoon and I decided that it would be best just to head straight to my dorm room. I would expect that my dorm mate would be there like he most often was. He was the kind of person who usually stuck to a certain routint. It wasn't a long walk at all. It was a nice walk, despite the crowd of people along the way.

When I got there, I was presented with screams and the blasting of some music. I wasn't all to fond of it, but it was another thing in life that I had to get use to. It was another one of those wild parties that most likely Altaïr or Rebecca was throwing. I weaved through all of the smuggler women, hellequins and the prostitutes. Despite what time it was, most of them were already drunk. You could tell by the way they staggered and you could barely make out the words they were saying because of the way they slurred their speech. I made it to the end of the hall and entered into the last door on the right. I had safely made it to my door room. It took long enough, so it was a relief when I did enter the dorm.

Cesare was laying back on his bed and playing the latest game on his Xbox. I didn't care to pay attention as to which one it was. All I knew that it was one of the violent ones with the slashing and gore. He didn't even make any acknowledgement that I had entered the room. I stayed on my side of the room and sat down at my desk. There was no need to make any fights with the Templar. There was enough of the Templar Assassin drama going around. You would think that the university would separate us from them, but apparently not. My friend Jones told me at least I had one of the cutest of the Templars to be room mates with. That made it at least half bearable. She was right I suppose. Despite that, the other assassins still had the same problem as me, but my friend Jones was lucky not to have this problem that I and other assassins have. She got lucky and was paired up with Malik. It worked out too well for her if you ask me. When I go to visit them, they always seem to be making out or something of those sorts. She says that they are not dating or anything, but I would like to say the contrary. Ezio was paired up with Warren Vidic. They were both lucky to be alive, but I guess that's because neither of them really in their room together at the same time. The rest of us assassins were with a Templar.

I opened up my laptop and waited for it too boot up. When I saw the familiar desktop I gave a slight smile. Nulla è reale, tutto è lecito. The saying that I and many other assassins live by. I did believe that nothing we hear is true and everything can be permitted. That is why I left that quote on a black background for my desktop. I have never changed it since I got my Laptop and put it on there. To me, having it in Italian made it that much more stronger and more truer because that was the originating language it was written in. It always seems to be a stronger when you leave the quote in the language that it was originally in. It also was a bonus because Templars have a hard time translating and understanding Italian. It worked out well.

I opened up my web browser. The Do you want to restore your last browsing session? popped up in the middle of the screen. I didn't even remember what the last thing that I was browsing was. Just for the shits and giggle to see what I was last looking at, I clicked the yes option. It took a minute to fetch and load the last site I was on. It was to be expected. I softly hummed to myself to keep my simple mind entertained until it was ready to go. Google opened with the search of 'how to get a guy to ask you out.' Right. I really did forget about it. I was looking up that because I knew that Ezio wasn't all that fond of me and I wanted to know how to get him to like me. It didn't help that I was too scared to approach him either. The only time that I got to interact with him was when he had to come and save me and during the classes that we happened to have together.

"Are all assassins like you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You should just ask him out already. Whoever this mysterious assassin is. It's been weeks now that you've been obsessing over whoever it is and it's getting god damn annoying."

"Just go back to playing your game."

"Alright, but you better ask him before another girls gets the bastard. Either that or I kill him."

I had to gain enough courage to even talk to the guy first. I was too scared to do that let alone ask him out or anything like that. I had to admit though, he was right. I have been obsessing over Ezio for the last few weeks, if not more. I could imagine how annoyed Cesare would be getting with me at this point. There would have to be a lot more things done to get to the point of talking to Ezio. This would most certainly be a long year. I went back to what I was doing. Perhaps I would figure out a plan of how and when to start establishing more of a relationship with him.

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I would like to thank everyone who read through this entire chapter it was a long one and there was a good amount of introducing characters and stuff in this chapter. The next chapter should be better because most of the characters have already been introduced.