I am sorry that I am neglecting my other story 'A Different Life' but it is really hard to write a story if I am not motivated...So I came up with another story to make up for it. I am in the mood for a good vampire story, and also I was thinking of making a AU AC highschool theme. Then this became a idea, why not mixed them both together, and see where it will take us...I don't think anyone has thought about doing this, huh?
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, though I wish I did :D
hopefully I will get the next chapter for my other story up soon
Desmond and Ezio walked through the cemetery deep in the old forest, side by side; the Italian was carrying a black duffle bag, with the strap of the bag over on his shoulder. As they venture further into the graveyard, they begin to grow weary. It had been a very long trip, and now that they found the resting place, it was dark and…well, spooky. Even though they are vampires, they still don't like being out in creepy places like this, especially at night. They finally reached a tomb, pointing their flashlights at the old stone structure; there were old vines all around the tomb, and a steel gate blocking the entrance, with a chain and lock holding it secure.
"jesus….this is where this guy is buried? Talk about creepy." Desmond said, feeling nervous already.
"yep, this should be the place." Ezio had replied, adjusting the strap of the bag over his shoulder. Desmond glanced at him, looking concerned.
"I really….really have a bad feeling about this." Desmond muttered. The Italian looked at him with the same expression.
"I know….but this is what Bill wanted." The Italian stated. "come on, help me with this…" he puts the bag down on the concrete floor, walking over to the steel gate with Desmond close behind. They both grab onto the strong chain, both pulling hard enough opposite ways until finally snapping apart. Ezio move one of the steel gates open, revealing a stone door in the way. With all his might he shoved forward, slowly making the door move aside. Now with the door away with, they both looked into the dark tomb to see steps of stairs going down. They continue to stare at the corridor for a moment.
Desmond smirked at Ezio, with his arms crossed over his chest, "ladies first…" He teased.
Ezio looked up at him with a glare, "hey...shut up" he begins to descend into the tomb. Desmond chuckled, grabbing the duffle bag and followed after him. They didn't know how long it was taking for them to go down these steps, they didn't even know how deep they were going; they were relieve to find another stone door blocking their way, being covered in more vines and cobweb. It was easy to push open and walk inside without any complications. They finally see a long narrowed wooden coffin, lying on a stone table across from them in the small room. Desmond didn't want to move any further, but was shocked to see Ezio walk up to the casket very calmly. The Italian stood before it, resting his hand on the surface of it. "it has been a long time…amico mio."
"Ezio, be careful." The American warned. The Italian gave him a reassuring look; he looks down at the wooden coffin carefully. From what he could tell, he could sense a spell had been put on it, so that whatever is inside couldn't get out. He grips onto the edge of the heavy top, pulling it up completely. There was a long white sheet covering over a body, looking lifeless and unresponsive to any noises they make. Ezio attempted to pull the sheet off from the body's face, but hesitates as he looks at Desmond again, feeling unsure now. He looks back at the body, finally having the courage to pull the covers down, only revealing the head and neck of the young male in front of him. Desmond cautiously walks up to the coffin, slightly keeping his distance from it.
"so…is he….undead?" Desmond raised an eyebrow at the Italian.
Ezio furrowed his brows at the body, "I don't know….it is hard to tell when he is in a comatose state." He suddenly has an idea; he thought out of impulse to slightly slap the male on his face, backing away quickly….no response. The Italian used two hands to shake his head around, but still nothing. Ezio was getting bored of this; he grabbed hold of the male's face and started making funny faces.
Desmond smacked the Italian's shoulder, making the other jerk away, "knock it off, Ezio….why don't you try using some blood….maybe he will wake up to that." Ezio nodded, quickly biting his hand, puncturing through his tan skin, letting blood trickle out. The Italian held his hand over the male figure in the coffin, positioning his hand over his mouth, allowing the blood to drip down into the corpse mouth. A few droplets made their way through the cold lips, making a mess over his jaw line. The body still wasn't responding. Ezio looked at Desmond confused.
"I don't understand….why won't he wake?" He said to no one, still facing the American. Desmond's eyes suddenly widen, as he sees the body sit upright, the white sheet falling over his naked upper body and over his waist. Ezio took notice of his friend's reaction, and slowly turning around to the vampire awakening. The male's head turned toward their direction and glare at them with his piercing golden eyes, making the other two shudder in his glare. Ezio tried to make a smile, taking one step closer to the now awake vampire. "Altair….Altair ibn La'Ahad, it has been so long, amico mio." He said calmly to the other, earning a sharp glare from him. "do you remember me? It is me….Ezio Auditore." The Italian kept his arms open, so he wouldn't seem like a threat to the other.
"Ezio…" Altair replied in a whisper, his mouth still feeling dry. Ezio stepped closer to him, now that he knows for sure that his friend knows who he is.
"yes, it is me…..you have been asleep for a very long time now." He rested his hand on Altair's bare shoulder. "how are you feeling?"
"…thirsty…" Altair manages to say as he breathes heavily, licking off any remains of blood on his face. Desmond suddenly remembered the duffle bag they had brought. He unzips the bag, taking out small plastic packet bags of blood. Ripping the top off and handing it to Ezio, the Italian held it out to Altair. The golden eyed vampire didn't hesitate for a second; he snatched it quickly, drinking the blood greedily. Ezio smirked; happy to see his friend is acting…normal. Desmond walked up to them, with spare clothing in his hands.
"we brought you clothing too…just in case." Desmond looked over the naked man again, "and we were right to do so." He smirked.
Altair had finished the packets, but he was still starving. He put on the fresh clothing, looking over the fabric he was now wearing, "this is strange clothing…" he commented.
The Italian grasped his shoulder with his hand, "welcome to the 21st century, Altair."
Altair looked at him with a puzzled expression, "have I been asleep for that long?" he asked.
"believe it or not….you have." Ezio stated. "I mean….take a look at me." Altair looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "last time you saw me, I was only half your size…..but now that I am at a certain age, I have grown just as tall as you are. Can you guess how old I am now?"
Altair smirked at the Italian, "it would not matter, Ezio…I am still older than you."
"but I am a few inches taller than you." Ezio countered.
"we are the same height." Altair argued.
"no…I am-"
"guys….can you please keep it down." Desmond said with an annoyed tone, holding his phone in hand. "can't seem to get any signal down here….let's get back on the surface." He ordered, walking back up the steps they had descended. Ezio dug his hands into his pockets, walking in the same direction.
Ezio stopped, noticing that Altair hadn't moved yet. "come on, Altair….don't be afraid."
Altair narrowed his eyes at the Italian, "I am not afraid of anything" he strolled past the Italian, walking up the steps.
Ezio rolled his eyes, following behind, "what about your phobia of water?" he teased.
"shut up, Ezio!" Altair snapped.
Altair and Ezio had exited out of the tomb, seeing Desmond hold his cell up in the air, walking around to get signal. "what is that….that thing he is holding?" Altair asked out of curiosity, making Ezio laugh quietly.
"that is called a cell phone, it is a much faster way to communicate with people." He explained, grinning at him.
"Okay, I think I got it." Desmond started to dial a number on his phone, holding the phone up to his ear. He waited a few moments for someone to pick up, after a few moments someone had finally answered. "hello? Lucy? Yeah, we found him."
"who is this guy again? I didn't quite catch his name." Altair asked.
"this is Desmond Miles, he is the son of William Miles, someone you will be meeting soon." Ezio said. "just so you know…. William was the reason why you are allowed to be amongst the mortal world once again."
Altair didn't know whether to thank this 'William' or punch him in the face. Of course Altair remembers why he was in the tomb in the first place; it was his own fault, and because of that, he was left weakened and locked inside a tomb for centuries. Now he fears that if he was to lose control of himself again, he will end up back in the casket. "why did he do this? What exactly does William need me for?"
Ezio shrugged, "that old man believes that you can help us….with this war going on."
"war?...what war?" Ezio pulled out his car keys from his pocket, pressing the unlock button to his car a few feet away from them. The car started to beep, flashing its lights on. Altair was startled, rushing behind his Italian friend.
"what sorcery is this?" Altair exclaimed.
"it is just a car, Altair." Ezio said calmly, not wanting to frighten his friend. "we use these as transportation." Altair slowly came around the Italian, getting a better look at the so called 'transportation'.
"a….car? transportation?"
"yes, well….it's sort of the same as using horses…a lot of things have changed, Altair."
Desmond started walking towards them, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "okay, Lucy says that we are good to bring him back to the complex. As long as he is fully fed, and doesn't have the urge to snack on the first human he sets his eyes on." He looks at Altair with a concerning look, earning a glare from the other.
"he is fine, Desmond…as long as we keep him hidden long enough, and away from human contact….he will be fine." Ezio said. "now let's go." He opened the car door, getting into the driver's seat buckling himself up. Desmond sat in the passenger seat, look at the Altair with a questioning look.
"well….are you coming or not?"
Altair shrugged, and slowly walked up to the vehicle. He eyed the door handle of the car door, observing it for a second. Altair opened the car door like the others had, settling into the comfortable seat. "comfy…" he said. Ezio smiled at him in the rear view mirror, turning on the ignition on and started to drive.
They had arrived at a building, a big old looking apartment. Ezio and Desmond had gotten out of the car first, walking up to the door, making sure the coast was clear; they were waiting for Altair to stop sightseeing and follow them, but it seems he is too distracted with this city. Altair finally exits out of the car, feeling uneasy with his surroundings. He noticed the two looking at him, "what?" Desmond shook his head, knocking on the door a few times. A woman with blonde hair opened the door, smiling at the two and looks behind them to see a man she believes is the infamous vampire.
She allows them into her living room area, starting to whisper to Ezio and Desmond about something. Maybe they had forgotten….Altair is a vampire just like them, he can actually here them. Lucy looked up at him, standing in front of Ezio and Desmond. "I'm sorry, but we need to talk privately…we will be right back." She led the boys into another room, which would be the kitchen area, what Altair can tell by the smell of food in the room.
Altair sighed, looking around in the living room, seeing weird contraptions that are called 'technology', over on her desk and small table. There was suddenly a knock on the door; Altair quickly jerked around at the front door. He was certain that the others didn't hear it, so….he might as well; maybe it was William that Ezio had told him about. Altair was about to turn the door handle, but hesitated for a moment, thinking about if he should or not. He shook his head, hastily opening the door to see a smaller man; short raven black hair, darker tan skin, and small neatly trimmed goatee. He was wearing a dark blue sweater, slim jeans, and black converse shoes. What Altair was told, is that William is supposed to be an old or older man….this was a teenager. "is….Lucy here?" he asked, trying to look past the other man.
Now this was going to be a problem, this newcomer wasn't a vampire, he certainly didn't smell like one; Altair just remembered to keep his distance away from humans, yet here is one right now, making eye contact with him. Altair started to smirk, as he seems to enjoy that sweet smell emanate from the smaller man in front of him; that is a scent he hasn't smelled for a long time; a scent of a mortal and now fate had brought him this…feast. "yes…" he finally answered.
"well that's good…I was asked to come by and drop off some homework that she had missed for the past two days from school, since she was sick." He explained, holding some sheets of papers in his right hand and his left arm wrapped around a big text book. "if you will…please, would you give these to her." He held theses assignments out to the taller man, quickly getting a hand wrapped around his wrist, quickly being pulled through the door frame. Altair had pinned the raven haired man against the now shut door, glaring into his dark brown eyes. "what….what are you…" he seemed to trail off when Altair was moving in closer.
Altair realizes his actions, he is giving into this temptation once again; he can't help it, he is a blood sucking demon after all. It wouldn't hurt to have one human right now, sure if he kills this man now he will have to be punished for it later, but at least he will be content. He closed the gap between them, both hands on either side of the smaller man, trapping him. By now, the younger man had dropped the book and assignments, scattering all over the floor. Altair's face was getting closer to his, making the raven haired man blush slightly of the sudden closeness in his personal space…. instantly getting the wrong idea.
Altair wanted this; he has been starved for hundreds of years, and now…he wants nothing more than the man he has trapped like a predator does with his prey. He lips were parting slightly, as he gets close enough for their noses to almost touch; the smaller man eyes widen at the other's motive, quickly turning his head to the side, and trying his best to push him back. "get away from me!...Lucy!" he yelled loudly.
"Altair, what the hell are you doing!" the blonde lady was already in the living room, witnessing what was happening. Altair stopped with the harassment, and turned around to see the three come back into the room. "let go of Malik. Now!" she commanded, with her hands on her hips.
'aw shit…' that was Altair's only thought, before letting his arms fall to his sides and stepping away from the now embarrassed, angry raven haired man known as Malik.