And here's the second chapter :) I don't really like it because it's hard to read. It was kinda difficult for me to write about what happened, through a person that happened to be in another person even though the first person is the one that interacts with his surroundings. XD

Have fun ^^

Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed :(

Inheritance

Your chant will lure me to you. Your smile will make me shine.

~.~

As I slowly gained back my consciousness, I heard some dull voices in the background. I couldn't recognize who was talking or what they were talking about but it didn't exactly sound like some friendly chit-chat. With every passing second my vision and hearing got clearer and then suddenly I knew where I was. Surrounded by the walls of Masyaf, my memories from just a few minutes ago came back to me, as well as the panic. But as I tried to move I realized that I couldn't. And although I thought my eyes would widen, not even that seemed to be possible. But just a second ago I -

And then I understood. I was in Altaïr's body. Of course I wouldn't be able to move. Inwardly I took a deep breath and tried looking through Altaïr's eyes. It seemed like he was on his way out of Masyaf, taking every possible short cut. As he went around a corner I was greeted by a bright light, and although Altaïr wasn't affected by it, I sure as hell was. So for once I really wished that I'd be able to close my eyes. Whilst I was still discussing with myself how to avoid an incident like that next time, Altaïr had already left the city. He went over to his horse Sakr, got on it and left Masyaf behind him. On his way to Damascus, or so I guessed, we met some people that didn't exactly like us, but Altaïr tried to trick them instead of fighting them. That has always been my favourite part and the only thing that actually kept me entertained. But after a short while even that got boring so I just watched my surroundings. I realized that Altaïr had already lost all of his pursuers when he suddenly stopped at some cliff. He looked down and I could see the water flowing down there. At first I didn't recognize this place, so I thought about just how the hell we got here. We turned left,again left, yet again left, then right and then – wait, what? I didn't know who he'd been talking to before but if I remembered correctly Altaïr should be going to Damascus to find his fourth target, Abu'l Nuqoud. So why would he go to Jerusalem?

"Desmond? Can you hear me?" I flinched as I heard a feminine voice. It was Lucy. So that meant I was still connected to my time. Relief washed over me as I watched through Altaïr's eyes how he rode to Jerusalem.

"Yeah. And yes, everything's alright", I told her truthfully. Right now nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, even though I had do admit that the brightness was a bit irritating. I've never noticed before that I was able to feel a bit of what Altaïr felt, like warmth or the cold water when it rained. Probably I just wasn't used to this any more.

"Desmond", she halted at that. But I knew what was coming, so I waited for her to continue.

"What exactly happened in there?" I already expected that question but the thing was – I was just as clueless as she was.

"I really don't know. It was just", yeah, what exactly was it that I saw? A hallucination? No that couldn't be. Lucy had also said that there had been someone beside me. But then again it could have been anything or anyone and not necessarily Altaïr. As I thought about what exactly I've seen in that short moment I heard Lucy sigh.

"Was it really him? Was it really...Altaïr?" So she had heard it. I should have known. I didn't know what to say because I knew what I saw but it didn't make any sense. And the more I thought about it the less sense it made. Because first of all that would mean that he somehow travelled forward in time which itself is already impossible. But even if that was possible that still didn't explain how he got into the Animus, or rather how he got to the same loading place as me. All I knew was that it was sheer impossible to go to the same one as another user. So how would he manage to get into my consciousness and that without anyone noticing? No, it was impossible. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been Altaïr.

"No, it wasn't", because it isn't possible. But I kept that part to me.

"So why would you say his name? Desmond? Please tell me the truth", I heard her pleading. But I couldn't do that. At least not until I knew what had actually happened. Therefore I kept silent.

"Desmond, please - !" I really hated doing this to her, but what else could I do? Of course I would tell her the minute I figured all of this out, so she just had to wait. But when would that be, or rather would I ever find out what happened there? I wouldn't dare to think of what else could still await me. This was so frustrating, debating with myself even though the easiest solution would be to just tell her the truth.

"Just give me some time, okay?" Because time was what I needed and I hoped she'd understand that. I heard her slowly breathing in and out. I knew this was hard for her, too, but I didn't change my mind. That's probably why I was always called stubborn, huh?

"If that's what you need. But just do me the favour and tell me before it's too late." I sighed. So I wasn't the only one who thought there was more to it. Before it's too late... Too late for what exactly? But I didn't know. And I wasn't sure if I even wanted to.

Even though I never answered her we stopped communicating and the only thing I heard was the city noise as Altaïr reached Jerusalem. So I had been right. But why Jerusalem? Al Mualim had instructed Altaïr to go to Damascus - so why? I was completely confused about his intentions as I watched Altaïr getting of his horse, making his way over to a group of scholars. I knew what was coming. As the scholars approached the entrance Altaïr managed to blend in with them and therefore was able to enter the city. I never understood how the guards were so easily fooled by that trick. Altaïr did this each and every time and not once could I comprehend how they wouldn't notice his short blade, or his sword for that matter. But as he pretended to pray and walked in the middle of the scholars, he successfully entered the city. Again. Shortly after, he walked through the streets of Jerusalem trying to hide from other guards.

This is unbelievable. For some time he only kept on staying on the same street, blending in when necessary. But as he turned right I saw a citizen, threatened by some guards. Altaïr walked over to them and I could only support him as he killed them to save the citizen. And even though I didn't quite agree with this method, I was already used to this and understood that Altaïr didn't really have choice if he wanted to help. As he stabbed the last one of them, the victim thanked Altaïr and promised to give him whatever he wanted. But I knew Altaïr wouldn't ask for anything.

"Just show me where I can stay the night." What? Well, that was unexpected. Now I knew for certain that something was definitely wrong with the whole situation. He searched for a hotel or whatever they were called then, even though he knew that would increase his chance of being discovered. Aside from the fact that he was also in the wrong city. But he man only smiled at him, nodding slightly as he directed him to follow his directions. As Altaïr followed that guy I tried to understand what had happened, for this had really made me curious. What the hell was Altaïr thinking? Why was he disobeying Al Mualim's orders after what had happened? And I had been so sure he would try to regain his reputation. But even more important, what did he plan on doing here? As I thought about that I slowly felt myself getting dizzy. My sight was blurred and I couldn't keep track on where we were going. At some point I wasn't able to see or hear anything and then everything went black.

~.~

As I woke up I realized that Altaïr was already in a private room. Through his eyes I only could see part of the room. Across from where he was sitting there was a door that would probably lead to the lobby. On the right side there was a small bed with some kind of wardrobe right next to it. I concluded that he was sitting on the window sill. And it proved to be right as he turned his head to the right, now looking out of the window. Sometimes I really wished I could be able to hear his thoughts, especially today. Or at least to be able to anticipate what he was going to do next. But no, not even that was granted to me. But I was already used to that. Back then when I was still living on the Farm my father always did things I'd never understood, things I hated him for. And although I didn't hate Altaïr he sometimes was such a mystery, as well. Like right now.

The streets were all empty and I realized that it must have been around midnight, maybe a bit later. I wondered why Altaïr was just sitting there, not going to sleep at all. I mean, why else would he risk getting discovered? But the moment I thought about that Altaïr stood up and made his way over to the door. As he walked through it I realized that I wasn't in some kind of inn but rather in a real house. Altaïr yet again walked into another room where he met a woman.

"Talib. Still awake I see", I heard her say. Talib? Was that his fake name? But then the woman smiled up at us and raised an eyebrow.

"I can say the same for you, Samar. Why aren't you beside your habib?" If I hadn't already been wondering about all those weird things that had happened today, now was surely the time to start.

Altaïr was completely out of character. Usually he might have nodded as an answer, or would've only stared at whoever was talking. That was because he had always wanted to avoid this kind of conversation. There wouldn't be any kind of profit so why should he continue such a conversation, or something like that he'd probably say. Sometimes I really wondered how he was able to continue our bloodline with this behaviour. But that wasn't my problem right now. My real problem was that I had a problem with understanding the last word he had said. Moreover I had to concentrate on what everyone was saying to understand anything at all. But I never had this kind of problem ever before.

The woman called Samar only winked at what Altaïr had said. "Have a good night, sadiqi."

Altaïr silently followed her movement as she left the room and I wondered if he had a thing for her. But of course I wouldn't know what the last word she said actually meant, so I was left with my assumption neither being proved right or wrong.

Altaïr left the house and walked through the empty streets, seemingly knowing where he wanted to go. But nothing was going to surprise me any more, so I waited for him to reach his destination. It looked like an old tavern. Altaïr entered and made his way over to the counter where he ordered something I couldn't understand. After he got his drink his eyes travelled over the crowd of people chatting with each other. But then he stopped at one person. He watched him like a hawk when suddenly he activated his eagle vision. Everything around turned grey, except for the person Altaïr was watching. He shined in a golden light, a complete contrast to his surroundings. However, the shade also shimmered slightly red, which has never been a good sign, but a good reason for me to avoid this person. But said man seemed to have noticed he was being stared at because he looked up and smirked as he saw Altaïr approaching him. When he reached the table the man laughed before speaking up.

"Well, well. Look who's here", he said as his smirk widened even more. Then he turned around and whispered something to his two companions who immediately left the table to sit somewhere else.

"Talib, what gives me the pleasure of meeting you here?" Altaïr took a chair and sat down.

"Business, what else?", was all he answered. Now that had really attracted my interest for I had always thought Altaïr was more of a lone fighter. And depending on others sure wasn't something they'd do, even if it was only to gain more information.

"Business, you say? And what could you mean by that -?", he said in sing-song voice, obviously being amused by the whole situation. Altaïr only sneered at that as he took a sip from his drink.

"Oh? And here I thought you'd be a bit smarter than the others." I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't know who this person was, but this just couldn't be Altaïr, could it? This was getting weirder any passing minute. And who the hell were "the others"? There was one question after another and because of them I ended up with me having a big headache, even though I thought things like that weren't possible as long as I was trapped in someone's memories. Yet another thing I was confused about, so maybe all those things that happened in the last days were somehow connected.

"Not everything you might see is also true." And yet again there was that word I couldn't understand, although I also didn't know what he meant by that sentence. So right now I really wished to see Altaïr's face, being able to see his reaction to whatever was going on here. But the only thing I saw was that he now looked away from that man, staring at his glass.

" You're right. La shai'a waqeon mutlaq, wa kulu shai'en mumkin", Altaïr whispered. I really tried to concentrate on each word but I just couldn't understand the last sentence. The man however seemed to understand it and looked at him, annoyed. Then he answered something I also couldn't understand, grinning as he finished his sentence. The whole thing frustrated me. Why couldn't I understand what they were saying? It sounded like Arabic, so I should be able to translate it, thanks to the Animus. But I could only listen to the sounds they made without being to know what they meant and at some point I just quit trying. They shared a few more words before Altaïr stood up and left the table, leaving me confused for I had no idea what they had been talking about.

"You shouldn't trust too easily, sadiqi. Or that will be your downfall.", was all the mysterious man said before Altaïr opened the door and left the tavern.

Now what? I didn't know what to think any more. Altaïr appearing in the loading place and then showing a completely new side of him at a place he shouldn't even be at – what the hell was going on? All of this wast just so tiring. I really hated this day and it didn't seem to change as I felt myself shivering because of the cold wind that was awaiting me outside. As Altaïr was on his way back to that house I felt so tired as if hadn't just been watching the whole day, but was rather doing all of those things by myself.

The streets outside were still empty and Altaïr used this opportunity and climbed up a house. As he reached the top he halted for a moment. The view was amazing, even I had to admit that and I enjoyed this small moment of piece. Suddenly he turned left and started running. Instead of walking through the streets he was now flying over the roof tops, granting me a feeling of freedom that I had already longed for. After some time he jumped down from a small building, standing directly in front of his destination. I recognized the house, it was the one he was staying at before. Altaïr approached the door and opened it, without having to use a key. I guessed that it wasn't a common thing to do at that time, even though it would definitely help decreasing the rate of burglary. As I finished this discussion with myself, I heard someone closing a door, although soon enough I realized that it must have been Altaïr who had closed the door for I could feel a doorknob in my hand, or rather his hand. Now being able to feel what Altaïr felt was really beneficial sometimes, but it was still so new to me and therefore I wasn't used to use it for my own advantage. Altaïr quietly left the entrance hall and walked over to his room. I really wondered how someone could walk like that, not making any sound at all. I couldn't even hear it and I was probably the closest person to him. Literally.

Working in the dark, to serve the light. Thinking of that at exactly this moment made me realize that one could not only interpret it in one way. But before I could think more about it I already felt his back making contact with the mattress, or more like some hay with fabric around it. But right now it felt like heaven. Just like this I'd gladly fall asleep.

"e- mond? -n you -ear me?", I heard someone saying. I wanted to look around but I couldn't so I had to wait for that voice to reappear, and maybe this time Altaïr would actually hear it

"DESMOND!" God damnit! That hurt! Now I was wide awake and within seconds I knew who was screaming at me like some madman.

"God Lucy! Why the hell are you screaming like that?", was the only thing I managed to say before she started speaking again.

"Thank god you're still alive. You really had me worried." Well yes, now she should be worried. I mean after she nearly made me deaf that really was the first thing she should be doing. But why did she sound as if she was in a hurry? If she had been that worried why hadn't she contacted me all the time?

"You know, I've been trying to contact you for hours now – you hear me? Hours! What have you been doing all that time?", she said to me, panic clearly in her voice. But didn't she know what I've been doing? I mean, she was the one who put me into the Animus, making me replay the newest memory. And on top of that she was also able to follow everything on her little monitor, so actually she should know what happened. Although it didn't feel like hours since the last time I spoke to her.

"You of all should know that, shouldn't you? I replayed the memory, nothing else. But it hasn't finished yet", I explained her, deliberately withholding the details of what happened.

"Well it seems like there's a new", she stopped at that, probably thinking of a fitting word that she could use, "a new malfunction within the Animus. But fortunately it doesn't seem to affect you, or does it?" She was kidding, right? This was just a joke, there was no malfunction and for once everything was just plain normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Right?

"I know this is probably a bit hard for you", just a bit ," but it seems as if there's just a small problem with the connection. That'd also been the reason why I couldn't contact you." Not that it was that unexpected. Usually they'd only try to contact me in case of an emergency or to warn me that they'd forcefully disconnect me from the memory.

"Although that wasn't exactly the problem", I heard her mumbling. So she agreed with me concerning this matter.. But what else could be the problem, besides all those we've already faced?

"After you got on your horse the connection started to fail and shortly after all I was able to see was a black display. So I have no idea what happened afterwards." Now this was unexpected.

"So what happened in Damascus? Did he manage to kill his fourth target?", she asked me. Oh yeah. I had almost forgotten that Altaïr was supposed to go to Damascus, killing his fourth target to regain his reputation. So that meant something went really wrong. But as I tried to briefly tell her what happened she was quicker.

"Desmond, you – are you sure you were replaying a new memory?" What was she trying to say? Of course I was sure so I affirmed it.

"I was just wondering why the system keeps on telling me that you haven't. The last time we weren't able to record the memory, it still was stored as 'replayed'. But now it's not even unlocked -" I held my breath at what she was saying. Did that mean what I've been seeing wasn't an actual memory? But if so, what else could it be?

"You know Desmond, I know you're probably going crazy in there but you have to relax. As long as we can keep on contacting you don't need to be afraid of anything because nothing can happen to you in there, remember? That's Altaïr and not you", her voice was shaking but she still tried to make me feel better. I felt so sorry for her. Recently she always had dark circles around her eyes and the constant work seemed to make her weaker each time I saw her. And now she was also worrying about the new problems and me going crazy because of the bleeding effect.

"We're lucky that Vidic isn't here at the moment or both of us would have another problem. So how about you rest a bit for now? Just lay down with Altaïr and maybe this'll end before you even realize it." That was the last thing I heard from her so I waited for Altaïr to close his eyes before I slowly drifted off, only hearing Altaïr mumbling something in his sleep.

"I'll find you."

~.~

As I opened my eyes, I remembered what had happened the day before. Lucy had been right in saying that I needed some sleep for now I felt like being reborn. Nonetheless the sun was still against me for I had to close my eyes again because of the bright light. Just how the hell could it get so bright in this room? Usually Altaïr would get up at dawn, so there wasn't that much light. But even if he got up a bit later the sun never reached the farthest part of the room because of the curtain- like fabric that adorned the windows. Accepting my fate of being blinded for some time I sat up and massaged my temples. The headache wasn't that bad but still it irritated me. A few minutes later I was used to the light and I looked around. From where I was sitting I could see all of northern Jerusalem.

What? My eyes widened before I closed them, rubbing them for a second and then opening them again. But nothing had changed. Jerusalem in all its glory was right in front of me, or rather I was in the midst of it. And that was because I had been sleeping on a roof top. But how the hell did I get here? When did Altaïr leave the room and walked over here? Also, why would he want to sleep here instead of the house? As I stood up I was able to see that the streets were already filled with hundreds of people, scholars, merchants, guards and even more. I had never noticed but from up here everything seemed so small but still so close. As I watched the crowd the wind rushed through my hair and for once it didn't smell like disinfectant as it did everywhere in the building of Abstergo. I secretly enjoyed this peaceful moment but I also knew that it wasn't going to last for much longer. So I waited for Altaïr to move, taking me from this place. But nothing happened. Instead I felt a sharp pain on my left arm. I winced as it got worse and raised my arm looking for any wound. But there was none. I concentrated on every detail and then I noticed that a small part of my tattoo was missing. Then suddenly my eyes widened.

Wait – WHAT? My tattoo? How could there be my tattoo if this was Altaïr's arm? God no! If this was some sick joke it sure as hell wasn't funny.

"Lucy? Hey, Lucy! You gotta answer me, something is really wrong here!" But she didn't answer. So I was on my own. Well this was just great. Really great. And what was I supposed to do now? But the more I thought about it the less sense it made and I could only look back at the tattoo.

And back at my arm.

Okay there are 3 things I want to say :)

1. I'll try updating on every Saturday or Sunday but sometimes that might just not be possible. The only problem is that I can only write them at the weekend and sometimes I've got things to do then, as well ...sooo ..either I'm going to write a chapter like this in two hours (just like today) and they might be horrible or I have to do it at some other time :'( Sry :(

2. I want to thank all of my readers *big smile* I thought this fanfic was going to be awful because it's my first story ever ^^ And I'm so happy that I even got some reviews *hug*

3. Maybe you have noticed that the genre is drama/ ROMANCE … so there actually has to be some sort of couple :D I don't really care whether it's f/m or m/m ^^ right now I don't need it but eventually I have to know so I can make some hints :D the thing is that it depends on some of my friends, maybe also my mood but of course also on what you want to read! So I'd really appreciate it if you would somehow contact me to tell me what (type of) couple you'd prefer :) I also have an oc in mind if that's what you want ^^

LG from Germany :)