I dont own any of the characters contained herein apart from Night. (that includes he whole concept of assassins creed)

Night felt frustration and nervousness building in her chest making her heart race and giving her urges to pace making her injuries heal at a slow rate.

Malik had taken apon himself to do all his paperwork in her room making her stay in bed even though she opted to meditate rather than sleep. When he asked her why she simply looked at him in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. So he continued to read and copy out intelligence reports to send off to the safe houses in her room glancing at her cross-legged form every now and again.

"Night?"

"Yes Malik?" her voice was low from lack of use.

"Did you hear anything about Raynald of Chatillon in France."

"He's is here is he not?"

"Yes, he's provoking war against the Muslims."

"By attacking caravans amongst other things. Yes I heard some things about him in France, perhaps useful things." She was silent for many moments and just as Malik was about to ask she continued. "He likes Egyptian slave girls, he likes to tie them down and eat imported fruit off them before killing them in the most merciless way possible." She opened her large brown eyes looking disturbingly into Malik's for a second before stretching her legs.

"How do you..."

"So much about his sexual tastes?" she got up. "He took me for a slave girl."

She went to the door her movements so fluid, so unbelievably non-injured.

"Where are you going?"

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "To murder and pillage the nearby town." She said silkily with enough malice to make him laugh nervously and drop his eyes to his desk when he opened his mouth to reply she was gone.

~*~

Altair walked through the library like a ghost making no sound on the thick rugs that covered the flagstones. He froze for a second looking at the stained glass window at the far end that always looked so perfect when the sun shined through it hitting the dusty air and making shafts of different coloured light.

Today Night stood in front of it looking like some sort of person cut out of darkness. It was slightly eerie. Altair crept forward till he was close enough to see the intricate markings on her headband, which she lifted a hand to.

"What do they mean?"

She span drawing her sword and he found the long thin blade of her Katana at his throat, her eyes were narrowed for a second but then they widened in surprise and then in what he though might have been fear she stepped back.

"Don't sneak up on me, I might kill you by accident."

"Well you managed to control your instinct then."

"I was only partially submerged, fully and you would be dead." She said it calmly but her eyes told him something different. He stepped closer, closer than he though was wise in the interest of self-preservation.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them the blank stare he'd seen all week was back. Perhaps he should startle her more often.

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't understand." She nodded to him slightly before turning and sheathing her beautiful sword.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Can I see your sword?" He managed to keep his voice steady but her sword was intriguing and if it meant he could study her eyes for a little longer then so be it.

Night narrowed her eyes before drawing her sword and holding it out he stepped close but didn't take it simply running his fingers over the blade touching the end of one of her slim but strong fingers making her draw a quick breath that he would have missed if he hadn't been watching closely.

"Perhaps we could spar before you leave."

"Perhaps." She sheathed her sword and turned again to leave but Altair caught her wrist putting his thumb over the vein so he could judge her reaction.

She looked at his hand that partially touched hers her eyes huge.

"What are you..."

"I'm trying to work out what colour eyes you have."

Night couldn't help her mouth opening in slight shock. "Brown, they're definitely brown." She said quickly trying to pull out of his grasp but he had strong hands.

"Yes, I suppose they are." He let her go and walked away still working out her heart rate in his head but the numbers were too big.

~*~