Author's Note: Okay, so you know I don't own assassins creed or any of it's characters. I just own my original characters (which doesn't count any of the historical characters). I'm not re-writing this so it applies t all of the chapters in this story. I must add also that this story is completely historically inaccurate. Sorry to all you history fans but it's impossible to get any info on the time.

Also, I must warn you that there is bad language from the beginning of this story! I'm not entirely sure if I should up my rating but tell me if I should or otherwise my story could be deleted!!

Hi! ^_^ So I'm new on this scene and haven't written a fanfic before, so please be kind to me in your reviews!(but still criticise). Of course if I'd made any mistakes please tell me and I'll fix them! Hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Here goes!

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The world was a blur; it was near impossible to make out where she was. Her head throbbed in pain and her side felt wet and cold. She put her hand to her side and grimaced as pain shot through her entire body. It felt like being stabbed by a thousand daggers. She tried to see what was causing the pain, but her vision was still too blurry. All she could see was the white of her uniform, and the red of the blood.

"Damn, how did I get here?"

She sat up slowly and squinted, trying to see what all the moving blobs were. She saw a white blob move closer to her with each passing second. Her heart began to race. What is it? Who is it?

She blinked and her vision slowly began to clear up. She saw who the blob was and sighed in relief. He smiled reassuringly and picked her up. She felt the pain in her side intensify, but she ignored it, she was safe now.

"Where are we?" She croaked, but she only saw his lips moving, no sound coming from them. She tried to lift her hands to her head but they wouldn't move. Her mind screamed in fear and she began to cry uncontrollably. She shook her head

"I can't hear yo-"

The pain in her head exploded and she fell from his arms. She saw the floor become closer and closer and then her whole body ached unbearably. She screamed as the world became blurry again. She shouted but he was gone again. Her breathing picked up and she began to panic. She started to scream,

"Help me! PLEASE!" The world began to fade away and she no longer tried to scream for help, for she couldn't.

"I am going to die...."

Then, as the last remnants of colour faded from her vision she heard a familiar sound, a familiar voice, calling her. She couldn't reply, even though she'd give the world to be able to.

"I'm coming Orlando." She thought tragically. Her soul burnt with sadness and her mind wailed in bitter remorse.

Then, the fear set in.

'No, I don't want to die!'

It gripped her whole being, she felt like a different person. She felt weak and defenceless. She had gone from hunter to hunted. If she was able to cry, she would howl for hours in painful agony. Nothing had ever felt like this before, the terror was unbearable.

Her breathing picked up for a moment before slowly dying down until it was so faint that she was inches from death.

She groaned and slipped unwillingly into a deep slumber.

* * * * * * * *

2 Months Ago

Alessandra gritted her teeth. She cursed herself for such weakness.

"I am ' La Tigre Di Venezia.' I am the one who faces the most evil and corrupt people of Italy's cities. I stand above them as they pathetically plead for their lives. I tell them that they are a curse, a plague and that I have come to end their miserable existence. I make the final blow, piercing flesh and drawing blood. I watch them die, and I smile...

And I escape.... every time....

And yet..."

She sat on the bridge mumbling to herself, getting strange looks from passing nobility, who frequently insulted her, clearly not showing any decency. She scoffed at them and continued to wallow in self-pity. She probably should have picked a better part of town than the rich district, considering her foul mood.

She huffed and looked over the canal. The water glistened with moonlight, it was calming. Her calm was interrupted by a couple staggering drunkenly towards her. She sighed, what a long night it was going to be.

The girl was pretty, with dark brown hair and stunning brown eyes. She felt a sting of inadequacy shoot through her stomach. Even though she acts like it doesn't matter, she cared more than she'd like to admit. It was the plight that came with being a woman.

The couple neared her and the girl staggered and fell into the canal, causing a large splash. Alessandra gasped and ran to the canal. She grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her out of the ice cold water.

"Are you okay?" She asked the girl nervously.

"Yeah, I'm f-... I'm f-f-f" She could hardly finish her sentence she was so drunk.

Alessandra turned to her companion angrily. The idiot just watched the girl fall into the canal. He did nothing. She glared at him, her nostrils flaring and her fists clenched so tight her skin was pure white. He noticed her expression and cocked his head to the side. He smiled cheekily.

For a single moment, Alessandra was mesmerised. He was stunning. He had wavy black hair and deep blue eyes. She felt like he was looking through her soul. She was completely-

"Hey beautiful," He was slurring his words and spitting a lot. She grimaced at the thought of what the girl was getting herself into.

"Wanna ditch this whore and come with me, we could have a good time." He smiled perversely.

"What?" Her eye twitched in anger.

"I s-s-said, lets ditch-"

Alessandra lost it. She punched him so hard he sprawled all the way across the street. She stomped to where he was lying and flexed her right hand. A small blade came shooting out of her sleeved and she squeezed it to his neck, causing it to break his skin ever-so-slightly. Some warm blood flowed down his neck turning his white collar crimson. She smiled. She relished at the cool metal pressing against her wrist. It was sort-of therapeutic, in a sick way.

She heard a strange sound, like metal clinking.

'Not just metal', she thought. 'Armour'

Then, the sound of clinking armour grew louder and louder. It was the guards on their nightly partol.

"Shit!" She spat and ran around the corner into her allies' district leaving the bleeding noble man lying helplessly on the street. She sprinted swiftly through the shadowy alleyways despite the fact it was so dark. She nodded to the group of burly-looking men and they ran toward where the guards and the obnoxious man were. It looked like her fun was over tonight.

If you can call it fun....

This wasn't the first time that this kind of thing had happened. She hated the nobility and was thankful that she never fit in with them. When she first came to Venice Orlando said that she would fit right in. But, she didn't. She found them to be barbaric, selfish, revolting, and idiotic to say the least. And worst of all she was told that she had to wear dresses and try to find a suitable husband. Despite her downfalls, being a woman and all, she wanted no such thing.

What kind of woman did they think she was? A slave? A whore?

Besides, she'd probably have to marry an unbearable noble-man and that would be a death sentence all on its own. She didn't want to become an aimless servant for a man with nothing worthy to his name but a large investment of money, which wouldn't protect him if she were to loose her temper with him.

But, what's to say killing them is a bad thing? She never believed that the nobility served any purpose in the world; they were just there to make sure that everyone else suffered. Of course they weren't all like that.

"No" she thought, "just most of them." She smiled and looked into the sky. A thought occurred to her.

Orlando...

She missed him more than she had ever missed anyone before. He had been dead for four months and she still cried herself to sleep each night. Her eyes stung with tears. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her hand. She sat on the edge of a small canal bridge, looked longingly into the dark sky and sighed.

"I miss you buddy."

She wished every day that he would turn up and admit it was all part of an assassination plot- so he could remain anonymous- and she would be happy again. She wished that she didn't abandon him at the end. She wished that she never-

She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see it was Luzio. He smiled sadly and sat beside her.

"Trouble had a way of finding you." He said sardonically. She looked at him and sighed.

"You heard about that huh?" He nodded. Her previous acts with that noble couple would be travelling the whole city in a matter of days. Florentines were such gossipers.

She frowned and he immediately caught on, to her dismay. She wasn't the one to talk about her feelings. Sometimes, she (and the other assassins) thinks she should have been born a man.

"You miss him?" He asked hesitantly. She knew exactly what he meant. He didn't want her to feel like he was being intrusive; she was fragile enough already. To his relief, she just looked at him and feigned a smile. But he could see the pain in her eyes.

She nodded and burst into tears. He held her close to him and let her cry into his shoulder. He was lost for words. She used to be so happy and spirited and now, she was just an empty shell.

And worst of all, he feared she would never recover.

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Ezio Auditore Di Firenze was a lady's man. He knew he was good-looking (all of the Auditore men were infamous for their looks) so he used it to his advantage. It isn't a crime! He would always say in his defense when other men complained to him about his insatiable flirting. He didn't care much that every other man in Florence despised him; he was the one getting the women. Besides, as far as he was concerned they could go fuc-

"Ezio!" He heard a familiar voice call. He turned to see his mother standing angrily at his bedroom door. She was a very beautiful woman for her age. She seamed to look much younger than she really was. But, then again, she did marry his father when she was fifteen and he was twenty nine. He shuddered at the thought. He was almost her whole lifetime older. He didn't want to marry a woman who was anything less than ten years younger than him, he knew he wouldn't have anything in common with her. He had voiced his opinion many times to this father who told him that his opinion would soon change. Of course, being a stubborn son he disagreed with most of his father's ideas.

He snapped out of his thoughts when his mother cleared her throat disapprovingly. She pointed at the space beside him in the bed, which was occupied by a very hung-over and most likely naked woman. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sorry Mama, it's both a blessing and a curse." She laughed merrily, her laugh like sweet music. She then took a deep breath and furrowed her eyebrows in displeasure. Ezio grimaced, waiting for a scolding.

"Have her out by twelve. But not before giving her breakfast!" She said and Ezio shouted in victory,

"Yes! Thank you Mama!" She scoffed at the comment and walked down the stairs to the dining room. He knew she disapproved of his activities but he wasn't a little boy anymore, as much as she wanted him to be. He felt the sheets ruffle beside him.

He turned to the woman who was now waking up. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled dreamily at him. He smiled back.

"Good morning Ezio." She sad seductively which sent a shiver down his spine. He opened his mouth to return the favour. Nothing came out.

"Shit." He thought.

"I can't remember her name. Was it Adrianna or Adelina?" He searched his mind desperately trying to remember. He definitely must write them down from now on, he thought, before he gets senselessly drunk. He was sure it began with A. He gritted his teeth and took a chance.

"Good morning… Adrianna." It ended up sounding like a question rather than a statement. Ezio waited, each second killing him. Did he get her name right? Then, he got his answer.

Her face turned quickly from happy to murderously angry. Then he remembered,

"That was her sister's name…" Ezio gulped, this wasn't good. He smiled and tried to calm her.

"So, honey-"

"Don't even think about calling me that! You vile piece of… of worthless shi-"

"Hey! Calm the hell down!" They began to shout at one another loud enough for people passing on the street below to hear, not to mention everyone in the house. But they were used to this after at leas five years of the same behaviour.

She threw what she could find at Ezio while breaking into tears.

"Why would you use me like this, don't you know how fragile women are?" She grabbed a metal candleholder and threw it at Ezio's head. He yelped in pain and fell back into his dresser, while cursing loudly. He fell on the floor in a concussion while she dressed speedily and ran out of the room. He sighed and rubbed the red patch that was forming on his head.

"Women."

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"Men." She exclaimed exhausted. The whole assassin community was in celebration (what is meant by celebration is: they got blindly drunk) of the assassination of a group of very powerful Templars. But, she had already realized that it wouldn't take much to replace them – with all the blood hungry men ready to exterminate the assassins – they always did.

She never drank alcohol, she didn't want to forsake her senses so every time this happened- which wasn't all too often- she and a few other brave souls kept guard to make sure enemies didn't strike during the festivities. She had just returned to get a glass of water when all the drunken fools began singing and trying to dance with her. She shuddered.

"I hate dancing."

She had finally been given the best lookout, the roof. She told them that she would gladly take the rest of her shifts on the roof, if only to avoid the noise.

She watched the moonlight illuminate the roves of the small houses and enormous mansions of Florence. She watched the cathedral as it towered majestically over the city. She had wished this was the week of the festival, so that the fireworks would light up the sky. It was the first thing she saw when she came to Florence and she had been awestruck ever since.

She smiled at all the memories that filled her mind from the festivals. The colours, the lights, the smiles and of course the music. She closed her eyes and imagined how it felt to be there. It had been so long.

Time was passing slowly that night. After reminiscing she has spent most of her time watching a cat hunting a mouse along the roofs and across the street. It made her think of exactly what killing people would bring to the world. What benefit would it give society and-

"Wait." She thought, "What am I talking about?"

She was, although, very different after Orlando died, she just wanted to move on, but it seamed all too difficult. She had begun to question the creed and every belief she had ever had, much to her fellow assassin's displeasure.

She stared into the sky for what seamed like fifteen minutes when something felt different. Her neck started to feel hot and itchy. She put her hand to it and felt that the skin was lumpy and sore. "I must be getting a fever of some sort." She thought.

She grimaced and stood up. She walked over to the edge of the roof to see if any other assassins were passing by. She needed to get another drink of water, to keep her cool for the night. She used the secret whistle to signal danger and Marco jogged around the corner in the street below. He looked up and shouted to her,

"What's wrong? Do you see someone?" She shook her head.

"No, I just need to get some more water, I think I have a-" Her head started to feel hot and heavy. She started to sway dangerously forward and backward. Marco called out nervously,

"Alessandra? Are you okay?" But she couldn't hear him. Her head was buzzing and her limbs were falling weaker each second. She mumbled something incoherent and stumbled over the side of the roof.

"Holy Mother of God!" Marco thought and rushed to catch her, but he was too late.