Author's Note

First off, I highly recommend listening to

It Will Come Back by Hozier

for this chapter.

Then, Please review, I'd really like to know if anyone is liking this story? The silence is killing me!

And a pre warning, the next chapter will have a naughty scene in the beginning. I will put spacers between the naughty bits for those who do not care for them, so they can simply skip to the next spacer, and continue on with the story.

Thank you, comment, and enjoy!

With a reassurance that ships only passed through to Cat island every few months from both Liete and her quiet servant Julle, and with the few guards whom had managed to survive or surrendered locked away into the small cell that had been for unruly slaves, Edward decided to keep the Jackdaw anchored for the night.

Astonished to the immediate offer from the noble woman, he informed his crew that the manor resting at the top of the plantation hill was open for merriment and rest. He also informed the crew that if any of them treated the women of the house and plantation with anything other than respect, he'd have their ears hanging from the mast. They'd made a noise of complaint, and had continued to do so until the woman that had caused Edward to make the request had made her way to the dock with her quiet maid at her heel calmly walking up the ramp to board the Jackdaw.

Men whom had been everything but silent whenever their eyes were open, were suddenly at a loss for words, eyes wide as they watched the pale woman gracefully and slowly walk up the rickety plank that had been placed down to make it easier to enter and exit the ship.

It was as if all the world had frozen, as even the swift breeze took a moment from blowing to watch as the woman with skin the color of the Caribbean sand stood at the very tip of the board, just a jump from taking foot on the ship. With her pause, breaths throughout the ship and its dock caught and held as Liete's gaze swept across the men in front of her, silver eyes bewitching every single one. The early evening sun swept the grey gown she had yet to change with an orange hue, which Edward felt made her appear as if she was standing within flames.

As her view finally came to the helm, and Edward himself, Liete's lips moved from their pouted resting place to grace him with a smile that rivaled the sunset. Liete had been watchful the last few hours as her pirate directed his men, and went over the loot they'd taken from the plantations stores. She'd even seen when he had whispered and motioned to his quarter master, whom after their conference took almost half of the goods, and brought it to the slaves whom had been given the Captains ship to make their way to freedom.

The ones whom had opted to leave first, did so with thanks, happiness, blessings and smiles. Others, those who had opted to stay behind until the first had reached freedom, had also expressed their thanks and it had made Liete feel a sense of gratitude that had slowly seeped into her chest and nestled there with sweet whispers.

They rose in her chest, filling the cavity with a light sensation as if she were a tea kettle about to whistle, as she smiled at her phantom now, who for the killer he was looked sheepish.

In the corner of her eye, Liete noticed a few of the pirates who'd been released from her full gaze, make the sign of the cross on their own chest with shaking hands, and the nice sensation of satisfaction sidled closely inside her helping to fill the cracks made from the ever present anger that had suddenly dissipated leaving river beds and lakes dry throughout her soul.

Good, her mind spoke softly and smugly as Liete held her hand up her fingertips as light as a feather and spoke calmly and flat even though she hadn't felt as wonderful as this since she'd been given the new her father had died.

"I wanted to see your vessel, I'd only seen it from afar. It is definitely far more impressive up close."

Edward's vision blurred for a moment, going nearly cross eyed at the sight of her slightly bent elbow. He knew what a woman looked underneath all their dresses and petticoats, but they'd been working women, simple port calls. Even Caroline for all her innocence that had entranced him. All hard bodies, with rough hands and rougher attitudes. Now before him stood, a lady, noble and refined. The smell of sweet berries and cotton had radiated off of the woman as he'd moved about her chambers trying to forego any eye contact. With those thoughts, just seeing the intimate movement of flesh meeting flesh, made Edward feel like a school boy again.

She was above him in the scheme of the world, and still yet the slash of dark blood across her bodice reminded him that she may be a lady, but just as ruthless as any man, and before any of his men attempted to move forward to take her hand, Edward practically vaulted over the ships railing to stalk to where she stood on the edge of his ship.

If he'd been one for philosophy or simple thoughts of future or fate, he might have looked at the moment for more than it was, for as he took her outstretched hand to help her to the deck of The Jackdaw, her swirling eyes followed his every movement and ended once again looking him straight in the eyes and didn't quite mark that the fog had come to a standstill.

Instead of making her step onto the deck, Liete simply remained where she was, her finger tips warming from his rough hot hand, and returned the smile to her lips as she thought amused, I don't even know his name, only what his man called him. Kenway. She looked only at him now, knowing he was the only one not so steeped in fear at her presence as to move to help a lady.

"We have not been properly introduced, Master Kenway. My name is-" She took a soft pause and delighted in the slight hitch in the man's breath in anticipation. "Liete Rose Beckford."

The entire crew, even through their fear, perked at the mention of the name that was synonymous with wealth and riches. None made a noise still, as if breaking the silence cast would cost them their very lives.

Edward, unlike his crew didn't take in the impact of her name as her lips moved, his thoughts only consumed with the curve of her lips that looked like a piece of ribbon he'd seen in a little girls hair once that had shown so vibrantly as she skipped past that he'd been distracted enough to walk into a stall awning.

This experience didn't feel any different, as he never broke contact slowly leaning over to place his lips against her hand, as he had heard that was what noble men did upon greeting beautiful woman.

Just as before, Edward felt his soul rush to his mouth attempting to caress her own, aching to feel every inch of skin underneath them. The best he could muster was a throaty exasperated reply that sounded a little better than a growling dog.

"Edward. Captain Edward Kenway." Liete smiled a bit wider, and with a little merry laugh that carried out into the ocean suddenly pulled her hand away, and took a step back.

"Captain of a ship of men afraid to look a woman in her eyes, I'd be careful or you might have a stock of simps on your hands Master Kenway." A glimmer of mischief entered her eyes as they flowed once again, her smile turning into a smirk, and with nothing more turned quickly and motioned for an opened mouth Julle to go back from whence they came.

Julle wasn't the only one with her mouth slack, and it wasn't until Liete was already stepping foot on the path up to her hill that Edward Kenway caught up to her fury practically radiating off of him.

Squeaking in terror, Julle immediately pulled away from her mistress, having no mind to be killed over the pure idiocy of calling an entire ship of pirates impotent. As she took a few steps back, she saw the large black man whom seemed to be the pirate captain's right hand rushing towards them from whence they came and at that moment she seriously regretted not leaving with the first boat of freed slaves on their way to Nassau. Julle had a moment of her mistresses mind state and had refused politely, and chose to stay with the mad woman. Something had rushed through her very being, something that told her to stay, and being a god fearing woman, she listened when she was spoken to. Yet as Liete insulted the pirates, her madness slipping through like never before, Julle felt as if she signed her death warrant.

"Are you insane, woman?!" Unlike the pure male growl he'd given when coming forth with his name Edward's tone now was pure animal fight, clearly never taken such a scratch to his pride in front of so many before. He reached to Liete, not thinking over his actions in his anger, grabbing her upper arm in an attempt to turn her around to face him.

Fully intending to grab her other arm and shake some sense into Liete, Edward found himself blinking up at the darkening sky as he tried to take a breath that his lower stomach had taken its place in his lungs. Pain formed into a large ball like an anchor right in the pit of his stomach, as he tried to understand what happened. His attempts were foiled, as Liete moved into his field of vision, on the floor beside him her legs tucked underneath her dress, and her hands folded neatly on her lap.

If he'd been standing, he might have taken a step back because there was nothing sane left in the pupils of Liete's eyes. She wasn't human, he was positive as his body, even in pain, locked in stiff horror.

Liete felt her amusement pulse, pure giddiness wash over at her ability to flatten the man whom killed thousands with nothing more than a well place swing of her fist, and a strategically placed foot. Yes, Liete was going to enjoy this new life that was upon her.

"Oh sir, you might have thought that through a little more, aye' lad?" As she changed her speech to copy his own, Edward had no vocabulary, no words to respond with. He couldn't have recited a psalm had God himself asked it of him as her light flippant tone warped his mind, as silver cut him deep.

Glancing up as a scuffle of leather to her left sounded off, Liete flashed a grin at the dark man whom stopped dead in his track, a look of amusement and apprehension masking anything else he felt.

"Adewale-" Lifting her hand to make a grand sweeping gesture towards Julle and the vision she was sure her and his Captain made, Liete politely dismissed them both. "Can you please take Julle, and go off to supper. I will handle his majesty, he has only taken a tumble brought on by himself. Off now, you need not worry."

Although stopped in his tracks, Ade felt his duty to save his errant idiotic captain from the witch's grasps. He had never been one to ignore his people's words, and they whispered of this woman stealing souls from the very lips of those alive moments before, so with the warning he had felt panic when the headstrong white man had gone tearing after the Beckford woman.

Just before he could speak up in defense once he had found a semblance of courage, the tiny mouse that followed with light eyes moved with a shuffle and offered her palm to him. Looking at her Ade saw some sort of assurance, a spell of her own that had him offering his arm, and the mouse slipped her palm around his bicep motioning with her other hand silently towards a large sugar cane field where just over the heads of the stalks he could see a large bonfire being assembled.

In defiance, Ade looked to Edward one last time, and let the sisters presence at his side guide him away from the witch and the fool.

Edward wished he could silently call the ex-slave back, back to save him from the fog that seemed to invade his very mind as he was left in the darkening area, the very sun leaving him to fend for himself in the dark against the enigma sitting at his side.

Liete watched Adewale and Julle disappear through the sugar cane field patiently, and once she could no longer see either form, she looked down at the captain who had let the pricking of his pride dictate his decisions, something all the men in her life had suffered from.

"Well Captain Kenway, finally alone. While your recuperating let me start off by saying, It is really your fault for this situation. Weren't you taught never to grab a lady? Especially one you've seen place two very large holes in another's skull for attempting to do the same thing. Really, its common sense man."

As Liete chastised him in a frank tone of voice, Edward's pain subsided but his brain felt absolutely fried, and his body felt reminded him of an anvil with an odd sense of exhaustion. This, Liete, was in the easiest sense, insane. Jumping from emotion extremes, back and forth, a lady but a witch, mild mannered and polite, and extremely vicious when her mind had made its choice. She was absolutely ludicrous, but he wanted her.

That kiss had only stirred what he'd know the moment after he'd heard the pistol shots that had made the two remaining guards that circled her manor alert to a problem. Thankfully he'd already finished off the gunner on the roof, and was able to leap from his perch and eliminate them easily. Scaling the walls once again expecting to find some pompous slave driver and Beckford watchman that had must of seen him and sent a shot off in warning, he'd nearly fallen back to the earth below when he saw the woman standing as quiet as a painting, a dead body of her own doing slumped before him.

The man at her feet had looked as if he'd just gotten home, ready to bed his wife. Whether the woman was his or not made no matter any longer since his very brain was spread across the bed and walls, and thus unable to think or care on the subject. He'd moved his absolutely quietest, drinking in Liete's pale skin, and height, and when she'd turned on him weapons drawn, he knew.

Just knew she'd be playing a part somewhere in his story, even as almost everything about her scared the man inside him to death. She wasn't quite right, and laced within the fear was pure desire. She was the most beautiful, clean, and innocent woman he'd ever seen.

He wanted her, and being scared only made it more erotic as her eyes scored every part of his soul.

There was nothing he could hide from them, and with it made it all the more tempting to be by her side. Liete was not going to ask him for his past, she already knew, and he didn't need to know of hers.

Even if his scared mind couldn't move past the panic, his body sure could. It responded like a hungry dog over a slab of meat, How a poor man viewed a pound, how a man wanted a beautiful woman.

Even now, especially now, that they were as she commented finally alone, her hovering over him, as she watched him with eyes that did nothing but make him fill dizzier and aching.

Edward still didn't dare move afraid of her reaction and Liete whom waited for the man to collect his thoughts past the pain, place a cold palm on the uniform he wore a statement that required no answer lilting her prim and proper visage that she slipped in and out of.

"This isn't yours, it's not cut for you. Either that or you paid a terrible tailor." Edward mustered all the words his brain could remember and voiced them croaking since only moments before his bits had been lodged practically in his throat.

"Darlin' I'd really like to get up now."

"Then get up."

"We both know I can't."

Liete smiled her smile of merriment, this one causing one side of her mouth to quirk higher than the other her teeth barely visible between her lips, knowing perfectly well he spoke true. She knew the effect she had, and she especially knew now the effect on him.

Her palm slowly moved along the front of the vest and jacket set that weren't his, feeling the lather he'd strapped to protect from sword hits to his ribs and shoulders. Underneath her palm she felt his heart rate increase, but didn't bother to let that knowledge reach her eyes nor face.

Moving her hand a little lower, Liete left her palm to rest on his stomach that by the passing moments began to heave as his heart and breath quickened, so much so he began to make small huff that were audible in what felt like a world all their own.

The sun had gone from the sky, and the only thing that allowed them to continue to see each other was the light of the moon so full and large that it seemed to Edward that it hovered right over Liete's shoulder. The bonfire that was in full swing now was too far off, a dim marker in the distance, the chatter and song turned to whispers as the Caribbean swallowed their activity in the wide expanse.

Bathed in moonlight, Liete looked more like a ghost than ever, a spirit come to taunt and torture him, and with a moment of control over his own body, Edward lifted an arm of lead to bury it in the mass of hair pinned to the back of her head.

Humor, raw humor erupted in her facial expression, and it made Edward wonder if she wasn't a witch, giving him power over his own body, simply to see what he'd do with it.

Liete watched her phantom, feeling more powerful than ever to see Death bowing to her, and with that thought a shiver ran from the very nape of her neck straight down her spine as if lightning had hit her.

She knew she couldn't stay here, and she also knew she was already feeling the rush of poison, a sick rush of addiction, want and fever. Liete wasn't going back to being a lady, the decision had been made for her without her consent. This thought would have troubled her, had another not filled its place as easy as you please. Liete was free to do as she pleased, no guards, no seclusion.

Catching Edwards heaving chest with both her hands, Liete slipped her body closer to Edward Kenway's 'side, her chest hovering his own now, her face just as close as it had been earlier in the day.

"I have a proposition for you, a treaty of sorts. I can and will not stay here, I'd rather not do anything particularly nasty to you and your crew so I am willing to extend a metaphorical olive branch. I want passage to Nassau, on your ship. I want free reign to call on your whenever I need you."

"and what am I getting out of this, 'tis no deal for me yet." Edward could do nothing more than talk and savor the soft clean locks underneath his fingers as she practically forced him to keep eye contact with her. Liete's body leaning onto his own ignited his blood and with it an uncomfortable erection that pushed against his cotton breeches in a painful urgency that with no ability to really move, he could do nothing about.

Liete gave him the biggest smile she'd mustered yet, all her teeth small and shining as a halo seemed to appear around the outline of her curls and body lighting her the way an angel might appear to a mere human.

Liete was no angel, he silently reminded himself as he fell deeper into her magic, she was a trickster.

"In return, I am going to hear you howling from my bed. I want your breath as mine. You are going to need me, as will I to you."

Edward's eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth parting as an involuntary moan escaped his lips, a spike of adrenaline sending his body close to the edge from simple words. With his movement, he suddenly felt all ability return to his body, and with it he sat up quick claiming her lips to his for only a moment.

Any longer and he'd be lost again here on the dark earthen floor, and he would never want that between them.

The kiss gave him the jolt he needed as he shoved his body from the floor, and reached down to scoop Liete within his arms.

"I want you tonight, as sure as you're born. You know better, than to look at me like that, offering me a soul, I will come back. You'll hear me howling outside your door."

Liete laughed merrily, and Edward placed his forehead against her own and growled with a smirk of his own, practically running towards the darkened manor.

Disclaimer

I do not own Assassin's Creed, any of its variations or characters.

I do own Liete, and her insanity, and that is all.