Alessendra ran until she reached to small sanctuary of her room. She slammed the door closed and leaned against it, her heart was beating so fast and her blood pumped so quickly that her pulse was the only thing she heard at the moment in time. When she had decided to come to Roma, she didn't intend on this. She planned to tear him apart, brain cell by brain cell. Make him think, make him turn his head, make him want her and then take it all away.

But no, the assassin wouldn't let it work the way she wanted, he never did. It was as if their minds were connected and he knew her moves even before she did and he countered them. Like some horrific chess game. He had turned her little plan to work to his advantage, without even knowing it.

She sighed, slumping to the ground and bringing her hands to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the images that flashed across her eyes, but it was impossible to block something that wasn't really there. They were in her mind and as much as she tried to block them out, they seemed to come back like vultures, eating away at the little bit of sanity she had left within her withering frame.

The pain from her hand brought her back to reality. She had forgotten all about the fact that it was broken and by the looks of the wrappings, Ezio had done a pretty good job. She sighed, wipping her eyes to remove the tears that had slipped through her lashes in her battle for sanity. She would definantly need to go at this a little differently. If she wanted to torture the Maestro, she'd have to be very crafty and sly. She would have to know his allies and his enemies. She'd have to dig deep and get dirty to get into this assassin's brilliant web he called a brain.

The pain surged through his body, pumping through every muscle and nerve within his body. The small, quick signals sent by said nerves traveled to his mind and then the alarm for pain was sent. And it hit hard. He had never really been kicked between the thighs, sure a few guards tried but failed misrably, but Alessendra had him ensnared by a simple kiss he had implanted on her lips and the pointed toe of her boot didn't help either.

As he rolled in a heap of pain, La Volpe came in after seeing the female fatale run up the stairs and only assumed the worst. Ezio moaned in pain when he moved to rise from his fetal position. His family jewels stung and with every breath it felt like a string was connected to his lungs and the tender, wounded area and with every intake of breath, the string was pulled taut, causing that much more pain.

' I assume the talk didn't go the way you planned? '

Ezio hissed audibly as he rose his full height, walking past La Volpe at a limp. Hell no it didn't go as planned. Did he honestly think that he would plan for himself to get kicked in such a precious area? He hoped not.

' I'm going to the Isola di Tiber(Tiber Island).'

He said and made his way out of the Inn. La Volpe shook his head as he watched the younger man leave out of the door in a dark aura. He signaled a few thieves to follow him, just in case he got into trouble with the rage he was on. Not that he didn't think Ezio could fend for himself, but it seemed he was a not himself at the moment.

With that thought, La Volpe looked to the stairs, sighed, and then went back to his duties.

Alessendra woke with an ache in the back of her neck, only then did she relize that she had fallen asleep infront of the door, her neck propped up in one of the most uncomfortable of ways. The female groaned, rubbing her neck gingerly to rid her muscles of the tightness there. She slowly unfolded her petite body from the position she had managed to curl herself into and then proceeded to stand unsteadily on sleep drugged limbs. Alessendra groggily walked towards her desk, sitting ever so innocently and laying her head on the table as she fully woke.

Her mind slowly escaped the fog of sleep, the memories of last night fading into the front of her mind and making the brunette groan in annoyance. That was right, the Maestro had ruined her plans and she now had to rethink her strategy. Perhaps she could take on the role of a courtesan? That would certainly shock him, but he would accept it too easily, see it as an invitation and that wouldn't be enough time to tourture him to oblivion. What if she joined his enemies? The Borgia. No, that would wound him the wrong way, not the way she wanted. The vixen sighed, there had to be some other way to get to him. The biggest womanizer in Italy. She thought long and hard before she finally came up with an idea. An evil grin spread across her facials. This would work...

Hours later Alessendra found herself at the entrance of the Isola di Tiber. Her blueish eyes searched the run down looking building for any sign that assassins lurked behind its walls but found nothing. These assassins were very adept to hiding their traces but it seemed the left nothing behind in the first place. They were silent hunters, protecting their territory while simotaniously over taking the most powerful man in all of Italy. They had guts and she sure as hell did for coming to such a place. She looked back down at the door, taking a deep breath to steel herself and then stode forward, knocking on the door before entering.

She never expected it to be so...plain. She blinked a few times at the blinding white walls, adorned with tapestries and banners, wielding the Assassin Symbol. Many white hoods were seen but none turned to look at the intruder, some security. Hopefully they hadn't become cocky like Cesare, or it would be the end of them before they knew it. As she studied the assassins, her adept hearing caught the sound of clicking boots against the tile and the familiar deep voice of II Mentore. She turned swiftly, her firey eyes focusing on the elder male and the swift movement stopped him in his tracks. A sly grin came to her features, the look on his face was priceless! He didn't expect her to come here. Good, she knew she could catch him off guard, she stored that thought away for furture reverence.

' What are you doing here, donna. '

His tone was harsh and if words could wound physically, she was certain there would be a nasty burn mark across her face. She narrowed her eyes, her thin dark brows knitting together in aggitation. He had no right to say such a thing to her. What was he thinking? That she was some simple courtesan? Pfft, as if! She placed her gloved hands on her narrow hips, the corset setting of her curves quite lovingly.

' I'm here to join your cause, Ezio. I want to be apart of the Assassin Order. '

She said firmly, earning some looks from the recruits nearby that heard her request. Of course she ignored them, it was a trait she earned from her father before she was shipped off to do what the world dealt her. The dark pair of eyes that stared at her from under the alabaster hood however, unnerved the woman, but she didn't let it show as she silently had a stare down with the former noble.

She wasn't exactly afraid of him, he wasn't as scary as some people thought him, that is if you knew the other side of him well enough. And by the looks on the faces of the recruits, they thought she was crazy or just extremely brave to be talking to their Master like so. He was the one that requested you to join the order, no one came up to ask him. Ever. But Alessendra wasn't fazed. She knew this man, knew he couldn't deny her request.

' No, Alessendra. I can't jepordize your safety like that. '

He said much to her distaste. She narrowed her eyes at him, stepping forward in a menacing way. She did not train in the ways of the Assassins for years to be denyed entry to the Order. Even if the leader of the Order was Ezio, she was getting in. No matter what.

' I know all the basics. I can handle myself, Ezio. I'm not the same, helpless young woman you left behind twenty-three years ago. I've killed my share of men and I know how. Nor do a feel qualms of killing someone. '

She said, her tone almost deadly. It was true, she had killed her share. A big share at that. Being on a pirate ship allowed anyone to kill. Especially if your the first mate of a feared ship. She sailed upon The Mistress. A almost ghostly ship. The ship has had fifty crews in her past but has yet to be sank, until four years ago, that is.

Alessendra stared at Ezio as he thought, she knew he couldn't deny her. If he wanted to test her, that would be perfectly fine with her, but she'd be damned before he denyed her permanently. If this did not work, however, she wouldn't know how to make him pay for leaving her.

' Fine. But if you put yourself into to much trouble, I'll make sure I'm to one to deal the final blow. '

Whoa. She hadn't expected that. It was so..cold. So heartless. She blinked for a few minutes, unable to answer to that simple command. But soon she put her facade back on, staring at him silently. Well, she had gotten in. Now it was time to put her plan into motion.