Tears continued to fall from her eyes as the wagon moved. She had been with the Templars for a week, most of her wounds slowly healing to the point where there was minimal pain. However, every day she was forced to do work. Whether it be clean, cook, sew, polish armour or feed the horses, she was the one to do it. In all honesty, it wasn't that much of a difference from when she used to live with her parents, except these men would hurt her if she messed up.

So, life wasn't all that bad with the Templars for the first week, almost two. Until the night that the Templars decided to celebrate their victory.

It was just another night for her and all she had to do was clean up after everyone and make sure everything went smoothly. She still had two Templars on her ass the whole time so that she wouldn't escape, but they usually left her alone. Until the captain walked in. She could remember the horrible smell of alcohol on his breath as he took hold of her by grabbing her hair and then he dragged her away.

She was thrown onto a bed, in the captains room, and she had a pretty good idea of what was coming next, and she feared it. As the captain started removing his clothing, she tried to run, but hew grabbed her, throwing her back on his bed. He tore her clothing off of her as she screamed and thrashed trying her best to get away from the cruel man. He slapped her across the face and said;

"Shut up you little whore. you shall be my slave, from now until you loose your worth and I kill you." His mouth went down her body, harshly biting her chest. Because of her age, she didn't really have anything for him to play with, but that didn't stop him. Her clothing landed on the floor next to his as he took the one thing she could never have a chance of regaining. One thing that you only have once.

The Templar took her virginity.

A gasp escaped her lips as she sat straight up out of her bed. Pain shot through her body as she placed her hand over her abdomen, she had moved to fast with an injury and she would be lucky if it hadn't tore out the stitches. Shiera's eyes roamed around the room, a sigh of relief escaping her lips when she recognised the bereau.

Her eyes travelled to the half naked man across the room to see that he was still sound asleep.

'Thank god' she thought as she made her way to her feet. She slowly limped towards the bereau's entrance, not bothering to hide her pain since no one was awake to see it. She carefully climbed out of the bereau and made her way across the different roof tops. Finally, she stopped on one roof and sat down, staring at the moon while she held the bracelet her father had given her before she and her mother ran away.

He told her to keep it secret and safe, for it held a power that not even he could understand. Now she held it close to her heart at all times, for she refused to break a promise, especially to her father.

Altaїr's P.O.V.

His eyes shot open at the sound of a frightened gasp and a small grunt of pain that followed from the other side of the room. He watched as Shiera looked around the room while her chest rose and fell quickly, she was scared. He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing when she turned to look at him. Altaїr's eyes opened again when he heard the shuffling of the pillows and almost silent footsteps after.

Shiera was walking towards the entrance of the bereau, limping as she held her gut. She was definitely in pain.

'So this is the pain that she hides.' He thought.

He watched as she carefully and slowly made her way to the fountain of the bereau and climbed out. She showed some struggle since she had a hard time moving her leg from what he could tell. Shiera walked along the roof top before jumping to the next and out of Altaїr's sight. He quickly stood up and climbed out of the bereau, keeping low to the roof so that she would not see him.

As she ran, he followed, keeping a safe distance so that he was not seen or heard. Eventually she disappeared from his sight and he could only assume she had leaped from the larger building she was just on. He ran quickly to the roof, not wanting to loose her. However, he stopped after hearing some whispering, ones that sounded like a woman. He could only assume that it was Shiera.

He climbed the roof slowly as the whispers stopped. Altaїr popped his head over the edge of the roof to see who it was. However, no one was there. He pulled himself up and began to silently roam the top of the roof, searching for anyone that could have been there. Suddenly, he felt another body ram against his, knocking him to the ground roughly.

The cement roof was cold against his bare back and he winced slightly as the rough roof threatened to dig into his skin. His attacker straddled his waist, then placed an arm on his chest to keep him down as their knife went to his throat. Altaїr quickly gripped the wrist of the person trying to harm him and flipped their positions, pinning the other person beneath him.

Judging by the body structure of the person, they were feminine. he let his eagle vision take over his eyesight as he looked to his attackers face, recognising it as Shiera. However, before he could say anything to tell her that he wasn't her enemy, she spit in his eye, momentarily deterring him. She shoved him off and rolled backwards into a standing position.

"Shiera, its is me, Altaїr." He said before she could attack him again. He let his eagle vision fade away as the clouds covering the moon moved away, shining light on them. He watched the recognition flash through her eyes, before she nodded her head and began to walk away again, her head held low as she clenched her fists. She was breathing deeply and he could tell that she was shaken up by his sudden appearance. she also seemed to still be in her own world.

'what has happened that affects her so greatly?' Altaїr thought as he began to follow her. she had already ran around enough for one night, especially with her injuries. Wait. what was wrong with him? he shouldn't give a damn about this woman, assassin or not. That is what Master Al Mualim taught him. He has never really helped a woman or even taken a liking to any woman before, so why is now different?

He was shaken from his thoughts as Shiera mumbled an apology for her actions and continued to walk away. Altaїr walked up behind her and was about to place his hand on her should, steer her back to the bereau, but as soon as his hand made contact, she pulled away, the obvious sign of fear. why was she afraid of him? she turned and glared at him as she continued to back away from him.

"Don't touch me Altaїr. Go back to being your Master's perfect fucking student and leave me the hell alone." She growled, as small waver in her voice indicating that she still wasn't all there. In her eyes, Altaїr could see most of the emotions he hadn't seen before. He saw anger ,frustration, fatigue, and most of all he saw sadness and depression. He saw the small traces of lingering fear that she had. From what, he had no idea.

'she needs to tell me what the hell happened to make her like this... why?... what would be an expectable excuse?... I cant work with an emotionally instable person?... that works.' He thought.

His hands shot out and grabbed her by the waist, dragging her with him till he had her pinned against a wall. He pressed his body to hers while his hands pinned her wrists on either side of her head. Shiera shoved and kicked but did not scream, for it would cause more harm than good and she knew it. Altaїr ignored her protests, for he wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"Get off!" she growled lowly, malice gripping in her tone.

"no, what is wrong with you? You basically wake up crying and then run off to the rooftop where you most likely have been crying here as well. Running off cause you to move with an injured leg, arm and stomach. Are you stupid? that could very well rip out your stitches and quite possibly kill you! Don't you tell me nothing is wrong when the evidence is in your eyes." Altaїr said. the small amount of concern that made its way into his voice shocked him.

"I'm not nor did I cry! Take a close look, do you see any tears dipshit!" She growled as all of her struggles ceased. Her glare met his eyes and he found it difficult to hold her stare due to the intense color of her eyes.

'So this is what it feels like to be on the other end of my own angry glare' Altaїr thought. Every bit of emotion in her eyes disappeared as she continued to glare. however, he saw the quick movement of her eyes that went to his exposed chest and he had to hold in his smirk.

"Get off now!" She snarled.

"No." He replied simply, defiance in his voice.

Both of her tiny wrists made their way into his larger hand as he moved them to above her head. His calloused hand went to her cheek, about to touch her before she jerked back and away from his touch. He tried again and this time he succeeded. His hand caressed her cheek as his thumb traced the part of her eye scar that was on her cheek, his eyes searching hers for anything besides anger.

"What happened to your eye?" He asked softly. Wow, where this sudden burst of kindness came from, he had no idea.

She ground her jaw as a small emotion flickered through her eyes, but was gone before he could identify it. Shiera jerked her head away with a growl as she continued to glare, silently threatening him. Altaїr moved closer slightly as he brought his hand back to her cheek. However, instead being able to touch her again, she rammed her head forward, connecting their heads painfully. His head throbbed as he pulled away slightly, realising too late that he had fallen right into her trap.

He felt her shift beneath him and the next thing he knew, their positions had been reversed. Her arm was harshly against his neck while the other roughly connected with the wall next to his head. He saw the rage in her eyes as her top lip lifted up into a snarl.

"Don not treat me like a child Altaїr! I have worked hard to become the assassin I am today! I am not like you! I wasn't trained specifically in the order to become an assassin! was I born into the order? yes, I was, but I didn't know that until it was too late! I didn't get the years of training from a master assassin like you did. I had to teach myself most of the moves I know today! you have been assassin since you were little, I have been since I was fifteen! I didn't have it easy like you no doubt did! I've had to fight my way through life, so don't consider and talk to me like a child! I've been through more in twenty one years than most people would in an entire lifetime! Just because I am a woman does not mean that I am weak and fragile like all of you hormonal fucktards assume! I'm just as good as any assassin in the order, better than most! so fuck off!" She basically yelled in his face.

Shock filled every part of Altaїr's body as he listened to her words.

"Shiera, I-"

"No! do you really want to know what the fuck happened to me? well here you fucking go! Templars attacked my village when I was eleven years old. I watched as an arrow pierced my mothers throat and my eye! I was dragged away, only to watch as a Templar commander cut off the head of my beloved father. I was then tortured and raped for four years until Master Derlum found me. He got me out of there. However, before I got away completely, I had gotten some information about a Templar in the ranks of another order! I have been searching for the bastard ever since! He both betrayed the assassins and killed everyone I knew and loved! Take that for a nice childhood!" Shiera growled out, her voice quivering in some parts but she continued one.

Altaїr was shocked. there was no other word better to describe his emotions besides shock. Shiera released him and ran towards the edge of the roof, jumping to the next and continuing on. He decided not to follow her, as it would create more damage.

The sassy female assassin that Altaїr had only known for a few days had been raped as a child. Yes, that sort of thing happened to a lot of women, and they never recovered form it. But to pick yourself right up and become an assassin after something like that happened was true strength, something he found himself admiring. He made his way back to the bereau and slid back into the pile of pillows he used as a bed.

'Wow' He thought. 'This is one hell of a partner.'

So this one was basically just random shit and some knew things about Shiera. Sorry about the wait and the kind of boring chapters lately. :/

Anywhore, I want to ask you guys a favour, can you go to my profile and read the story, 'The Hunted'? I just would like some feedback on what people think and so far I have gotten nothing. Help would be greatly appreciated and I will try to post the new chapter ASAP.

Bye everybuggy, hope you enjoyed :)