Altair looked up at the woman sitting on his hips, she wore the strangest undergarments, his heart thundered in his chest only pounding harder as her pale fingers wrapped around the thin chain around his neck pulling him up from his laying position into a sitting one. His hands instinctively went to her hips as her hands went to his chest his skin tingling under her touch, his eyes flicked to her hands; her skin significantly lighter than his own bronzed skin, feeling confusion bubble up his eyes flicked up to hers, bright blue stared back into his golden brown as a new feeling bubbled up in him taking over the confusion. His hand moved on its own volition tangling itself in her hair pulling her towards him, his lips found their mark forcing him to suck a breath in through his nose, his free arm wrapping it's self around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he could reveling in the feel of her pale skin against his own. He was vaguely aware of her moving her arms around him before the urge to groan took over as she dragged her nails down his scarred back. His lungs burned and begged for air forcing him to pull back from her soft lips, panting slightly his breath caught in his throat as her lip and teeth started working against his neck, he usually preferred to be the dominant one in these situations but he found himself thoroughly enjoying this woman dominating him. He pulled away from her slightly, set on winning back his dominance he took her bottom lip between his teeth biting down lightly, he smirked as her eyes closed and her breathing quickened. He ran his tongue over the soft skin earning himself a soft moan from the woman spurring him on, he allowed his teeth to close a little harder on her lip and gained a louder moan.
He was startled into releasing her lip when her eyes shot open and she gave a small gasp, he could see the confusion was over her features as she looked at him, his own confusion evident. Her eyes flicked from his to her chest, her breathing coming in short gasps; it took everything he had to force himself to look down, his breath caught and nausea washed over him. "A-Altair…" her voice was quiet and pained, he couldn't pull his eyes away, her pale stomach covered in thick crimson that his eyes trailed up to the source. There between her breasts was the glinting tip of a blade having forced its way through her pale flesh, his eyes widened as the blade disappeared back through her body causing the woman to cry out in pain as she slumped into him, he instinctively wrapped an arm around her before his attention was drawn toward a figure standing by the bed the offending blade in their hand still dripping "Templar whore" the figure snarled before turning to walk out the door. The urge to run after the figure and make them pay raged through Altair's body, but the short, shallow, pained breaths of the woman in his arms made him stop. He laid her back on his bed, his chest and hands covered in her blood, he wanted to call for help, he wanted to rip who ever had done this head off, he gritted his teeth as he looked at the wound in the candle light. He looked towards his still open door but his eyes snapped to the woman under him as she touched his arm, "There is no point, I could never survive a wound such as this" her voice was quiet and forced.
"No, Malik can help you! He can save you!" he argued not caring how childish he sounded. He cursed the tears he could feel building up behind his eyes "You have to hold on" he pleaded, her hand came to rest on his cheek her fingers already turning cold
"Malik is very skilled yes, but I wouldn't survive the journey" she whispered wincing "You have to go on, the Brotherhood needs you; you will be a wonderful Grand Master" she smiled weakly not having long left
"But you are supposed to be at my side, the novices will be devastated they see you as a mother" he gritted his teeth as a tear slid down his face
"They see you as a father, love. You will have to allow them some room for error and mourning. Do not be surprised if the young ones need a certain amount of comfort as well and they will turn to you for it" she frowned "Do not let my death freeze your heart, you can't blame yourself for this" she clenched her eyes shut and took a deep breath cringing.
"How can I not blame myself, I let my senses get so wrapped up I did not hear them coming. I could have stopped this" he snapped, she shook her head
"It's not your fault" she breathed pulling him down to lay beside her, he sighed in defeat wrapping his arms around her trying not to hurt her more. Her breathing became more shallow and he could no longer feel her heart beat, she turned her head to look at him "I love you Altair…" she whispered, his eyes widened as he stared at her the words hung on the end of his tongue too shocked to reply, he watched her smile falter; feeling an all out sob building in his chest he buried his face in her neck "I love you too…" he said quietly feeling her last breath leave her chest.
Altair woke with a start, his chest heaving, beads of sweat running down his face, the urge to cry still fresh and burning in his chest. He cursed himself for getting so worked up over a dream; he threw the blankets off him angry with himself. He didn't even know that woman, so why had she been in his dream and why had he told her that he loved her? And why had she told him that he would be a wonderful Grand Master, Al Mualim was Grand Master and surely he wasn't at all his first choice to succeed him… not after what happened to Malik and Kadar. Altair punched that wall he had been staring at breaking the skin on his knuckles before getting dressed and leaving his room, stopping only to look back at his unmade bed remembering the sight of the bloody woman laying there bleeding 'I love you Altair…' her voice sounded in his mind, he growled storming down the hall.