So, this is a little bit longer, okay?

Don't kill me, please. I know I've been gone for a while. Sorry.

Here is where things take an interesting turn. This part is a BIG part of Lucy's history, but not a part she likes to talk about.

And I've got to say, you're a pretty quiet bunch of people, aren't ya? You know, you could just write out, "hey there" and I'll be as happy as I'll ever be.

But back to the serious stuff.

Warning: Mentions of rape.

Disclaimer: Noooo, I don't own them. Stahp iht.


Connor slightly adjusted his coat as he sees his sister, waltzing down the stairs. With her hair let out of its usual bun, the dark locks gently falls over her shoulders, and reaches down to the small of her back. Her long, light blue dress had long, but tight sleeves, and its skirt ending slightly above her knees. Connor cleared his throat an shoved his hands down his pockets. Lucy smiled lightly and went down to ruffle her brothers hair, which he jerked away from, still not being okay with her touches.

"You look good, Connor, you'll be the real womanizer tonight." she said, her british accent shining through her words. The assassin's eyes went wide and he blushed, shaking his head.

"I would never consider-" His sister's shocked impression made him shut up. Then her face split up in a grin, and she was clearly trying not to burst out in laughter.

"Are you implying that the mighty Connor Kenway," He winced at his last name "never taken a woman to his bed? No way, no bloody way. Seriously, Connor?" The glare she recieved was a perfectly good answer, and she slapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to slip out the laughter surprised in her mouth.

"So when did you.. Take a man to your bed?" Lucy froze and a flash of pain showed over her face for a couple of seconds. Connor realized he'd hit a nerve, somewhere, deep inside of his sister.

"That was years ago, and not something we'll discuss."

"Years? But you're only-" She raised her hand and interrupted him.

"Not something we will discuss, Connor."


"'Ey there sweetheart, lookin' for some lovin', eh?" The disgusting man grabbed her shoulder roughly, and began to slide his hand down to Lucy's collarbone, only to have it swatted away by the girl.

"Don' beh picky, little ladeh, I won' be hurtin' ya" She was slammed up against the wall, pressed up close by this awful man. He leaned in closer, and Lucy felt the smell of alcohol and something disgusting creep its way towards her nose. His hand slid down over her body and just as she was about to kick this guy's ass, her wrists were trapped over her head by his free hand. The other hand was buckling something up, and oh god please don't-


She cleared her throat as she stepped in the ball room, gently squeezing Connor's arms a little bit. He returned the gesture and led them in the big place, the doors opening at their arrival. It was already filled with people chatting, dancing and having a decent time. Lucy discreetly pointed at a man in the middle of the room, trying to secretly show their target to Connor. He nodded as an answer, and they separated from each other, walking off in different directions.

Both of them were circling around the man, trying to hear something, anything that could come in handy. But it wasn't until the man asked Lucy for a dance, that they got anything. With Lucy already working with the man, Connor got off to try to catch something else about the stolen goods.

But then he saw him in the middle of all the people.

Charles Lee.

Connor couldn't do anything, not with all these people watching.

But he didn't care, not really. If he did care, he wouldn't have unsheathed his hidden blades, walking towards the man.
He wouldn't have raised his arm to strike the man out of pure revenge and satisfaction.
He wouldn't be stopped by Lucy, placing herself in front of Lee, making the said man aware of Connor.
But he didn't care about being seen, if it meant getting out his sweet revenge on this man.

So he was standing there, arm raised, blade unsheathed, being held back by his sister. The people surrounding them was already screaming in horror, and the room was cleared in a matter of seconds.

"If you hurt him Connor, I swear, I'll castrate you with a bloody kitchen knife." She was glaring, furiously at her brother, a blade being held in her hand, detached from somewhere on her body. Connor made the decision to step back.

Her allegiance was still with the Templars. She was protecting the man Connor became an assassin just to kill him. He growled lowly and glared at the two, despising the grin on Lee's lips.


She was helpless, she couldn't do anything, just watch this monster of a man take the very thing she thought she could protect. But no, it was long gone. Her eyes clenched shut and she tried to shut out the pain, the horrible, ripping pain, that made her limbs go numb and her brain shut down.

She hoped it would be over soon.

And this time, the God took her prayers.

The man was grabbed, and shoved away from her, and she sank down on the ground, her legs too weak to hold her up. The black was creeping in from the corners of her vision, and she was just about to faint when she saw a familiar face.

Charles Lee.

He'd saved her. He was trying to say something, but the throbbing and thundering in her head didn't take in any sounds around her.

He lifted her up, her body paralyzed and hanging like a rag doll in his arms. She looked down at the ground, and saw the despicable man lay there, blood gushing out of his abdomen. Good. There was more blood, on the place she had been falling down on. Only then did she register the dripping on her inner thighs, the small tendrils running down her legs and falling like a trail on the stone ground beneath them. She nuzzled her head into Charles' chest, and stayed in his warmth. She felt safe. Safer than she'd been in seven years. His arms felt like the only thing to protect her from the horror the outer world had to offer, the terror she lived by every day, being in the presence of her father.


Charles Lee became a sanctuary, the one thing she could rely on growing up. She wouldn't let that go. He was like a father to her. She wouldn't give that up because of Connor's childish long for revenge and barbaric slaying.

She was going to protect this, even if it costed her Connor.

Even if she was to pay with her own life.


Let me know what you think! And a little spoiler for the next chapter: More Elise and Haytham.