Chapter 2
Why did sleepovers always end in disaster? Could she not have one friend over without the whole thing going south? It was such a shock to find herself dropped on her ass in a dirty alleyway in the middle of the 10th century, that she started hyperventilating. I mean, who wouldn't? One minute they were fangirling over Black Flag and the next they were being confronted by Altair freaking Ibn-La'Ahad. Seriously, who wouldn't faint?
But worse yet, perhaps, was when she in the (strong, capable) arms of Altair only to be blinded by a bright flash. And then they tumbled into a heap of flailing limbs and harsh curses. But since Altair carrying her, she landed on him instead of bruising her tailbone.
She sat up dazed and looked around at what appeared to be Italian architecture. But they were just in Jerusalem a moment ago? What the hell? A pained groan beneath her had her on her feet quickly. As she looked at the ground she noticed that Anna was close to panicking.
"Come, La Volpe. Surely you aren't too old to have a little fun." said a teasing voice suggestively. Then the master thief and assassin rounded the corner and came to a stop when they spotted the small group sprawled on the ground. For a moment both groups just blinked owlishly at each other. Then the clearing exploded into action as assassin's readied for a fight while the two girls scrambled to get out of the way.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Ezio demanded, sword held aloft. But the Syrian assassins remained silent and alert.
"Ezio! What is going on here?" Machiavelli exclaimed as he appeared from to right.
Emily groaned and Anna squeaked before both passed out. (again)
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Emily was the first to recover only to find herself on a large queen sized bed with Anna unconscious beside her. As she sat up and scanned the lavish room she spotted Altair and Malik whispering in the corner.
"What happened?" she asked drowsily, trying to shake the fog of sleep from her head.
"….We may be in a dangerous place." Malik responded slowly glancing at Altair.
"And we weren't before?" she snarked back with a roll of her eyes.
"Whatareyou arguing 'bout?" Anna asked sleepily, rubbing at her eyes as she sat up.
"Our safety." Emily responded.
"You are safe here, madonna. There is no need to fear." a rumbling baritone said quietly.
All heads turned towards the door as Ezio stepped into the room carrying a platter plied high with food.
"Oh great, the peacock comes." Malik muttered under his breath.
"Uuuuhhhh." Great job Emily, that will show them how intelligent you are. "I'm not sure why we are here."
"To make sure you are not hurt, of course. I must admit though, you have very good Italian considering your scowling friends were confused when we tried to talk to them."
"Wait, what? All i got was 'not hurt' and 'good Italian'. What did he say?" Anna piped in suddenly.
"Huh? Oh right…." Emily translated.
"Ah. Oh thats funny."
"Forgive me bella, but I do not recognize this language you speak. What is it?" Ezio inquired.
"Hm? It's just our native tongue. You won't hear it in Europe though." Emily replied.
This did not seem to please Ezio. (aka he was pouting)
"I have brought you some food. And do not worry, it is not poisoned." Ezio said as he set the platter down on a table by the door. The girls immediately reached for the food and began eating.
"What are you saying? I cannot understand a word you are saying." Malik grumbled in frustration.
"Oh, right." Anna swallowed her mouthful of fresh bread. "We were talking about language and food." she replied in Arabic. "It is safe to eat."
"Why are they angry? Do they not like turkey?" Oh, god! Please Ezio. Not the puppy eyes.
"No, no. They were just frustrated by the language barrier." Emily reassured.
"Great. You made him pout. Nice going Malik." Anna scolded.
"…."
"Uuuuh, Ann? That might not have been the smartest thing to say."
"Huh? Oh. Oh crap! We are so screwed."
"What do you mean 'we'? Your the one who fucked up."
"Obviously, we're friends. So naturally, everything I know, you know. You are just as suspicious as me."
"Suspicious." Ezio muttered quietly.
Altair glared at him while Malik glared at Anna. And the girls were torn between glaring at each other and cooing over Ezio while he cowered in the doorway.
omgosh this took so long for me to do. i hate this stuff. writing is hard. anyway thanks for sticking with me and my lazy ass. ill try to get the rest of chapter 3 done soon. but im not gonna promise anything anymore. i hate breaking promises. plz rate, review, and fav.
Italian
Arabic
Thoughts
english
Italian words
Madonna: madam
Bella: beautiful