She fell limp into his muscular arms, not fighting him as she was dragged further into unconsciousness. He truly did feel sorry for having to knock her out, but he didn't have any other choice, it had to b done. She was bleeding again, a decently heavily at that and if he hadn't gotten her to sleep or tend to the wound, the she could have either bled to death or made the wound ten times worse.

'god. She is so stubborn.'

Altaїr gently wrapped his left arm under her knees and his right one around her shoulders, easily lifting her tiny form into his arms. He held her close to his own body as he carried her bridal style through the archway.

"wow! she is really fucking light! does she even eat?" He thought to himself as Zalek came into view.

Once he was fully through the archway, Altaїr requested that Zalek retrieve the medical equipment from the back room and to stitch up her wound again. After so many times of being wounded in battle, Altaїr already knew how to stitch himself and other, but he wasn't entirely keen on messing with a wound that had already been stitched but then reopened. When that happened to him, he simply got the healers to tend to him, he didn't do it to himself.

After Zalek had finished re-stitching her leg, he moved to check out her shoulder, before leaving Altaїr to re-bandage both wounds. Altaїr did as told and began to disinfect the wounds with alcohol before wrapping them tightly with the snow white bandages. Seeing the pure white bandages against her pale skin just didn't seem right as he found himself staring at the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

After snapping himself out of his little trance, Altaїr lifted her back into his arms, going back out into the courtyard. Her half of the bed was nearest to the bereau's entrance, allowing her to sleep with the warmth of the sun resting on her. He gently place her in the large assortments of pillows, making sure she was comfortable before laying a blanket over her unmoving form.

He rested his back against the wall next to her, to be sure that if she awoke, she wouldn't do more harm then good to her injuries. As he sat there, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to what Shiera had told him the night before. The young, cocky female had been taken by slavers when she was but nine, tortured, beaten and raped for six years, and then immediately became an Assassin.

She had said that she was forced to train herself to do most of what she could do, so he assumed that she had taken the time to watch the slavers, or, who he thought were slavers, train amongst themselves and taught herself without their knowledge. He was shocked at her level of skill for only six years of being in the brotherhood, while he had been taught since he was but a child.

He had been shoved into the order at the tender age of six when his father demanded that he put his amazing climbing and running skills to use. His father had died shortly after he had joined, so Master Al Mualim had taken him under his wing, teaching him about the assassins as if he was his own son. So far someone, a woman no doubt, to become a master assassin in only six years and even be better than him at a few things, was extremely impressive.

Shiera was beautiful, strong, passionate, mysterious, had great aim and a very sassy personality. Even the fact that she had been beaten and raped, things that could break even the strongest of people, didn't tear out or destroy her fiery spirit.

His mind wandered to the arrow she had taken for him during their recent assassination worked its way into his head, making his gut clench with guilt. Shiera had shoved him out of the way without a second thought, inevitably taking a poison laced arrow to her shoulder. She did that even though he had been a complete ass not twenty minutes earlier, and had threatened her. Even with the poison flowing though her system, Shiera had stood and fought till she had been pinned down, but even then she fought in her own way.

She was something else...

Another thing he like about her was how she held remorse for those who died in order for her to assassinate her targets. He could remember how she had whispered words of prayer to the archers that had tried to kill him. She killed them all to save his life and yet still showed respect to their corpses.

'She may be a bloodthirsty killer like me, but at least she feels something for those she kills. I cant even remember the last time i felt anything for the people that i kill in cold blood.' He thought to himself.

Even for an assassin, who was constantly running, climbing, fighting, killing and taking physical damage, Shiera was gorgeous. The large scar that crossed over her face didn't do anything to effect the beauty that seemed to radiate from her. In fact, Altaїr thought that it made her look much more mysterious and deadly, something that turned him on.

'God! Stop acting like a hormonal fuck!' He berated himself.

He let his eyes roam over her prone form, eventually resting on her lips. Shiera's lips were full and luscious, a naturally light magenta pink tint to them. They taunted him so much, making him want to lean in and connect his lips with hers. How he wanted to ravage her lips and every other part of her-

'God dammit! Why am I feeling like this? She is just another fucking woman! Sure she kills people, and fights, and swears, and is athletic, and is highly tolerant to pain, and is outgoing, and bears scars worse than most of the men in my order do. She is still just like any other woman... Oh who the hell am I kidding... Shiera is nothing like a normal woman...' Altaїr thought to himself.

An amused smile worked its way on to his face as he thought about how ticked she was going to be when she woke up and found out that he had knocked her unconscious. It certainly wasn't going to be a pleasant experience, that was for sure.

Altaїr shifted uncomfortably and his hand subconsciously went to cover his manhood as he thought of how easily Shiera's temper seemed to flare and what exactly she had done to Nazar when he tested her limits... It was like poking a sleeping lion...

'Poor guy... Must have been terrible to have a knife shoved up your crotch before you were killed... Definitely a mood killer...'

He mentally took note to never piss her off to that extreme... Never...

Altaїr slowly allowed his body and mind to relax as he closed his eyes, foreseeing the situation that would require him to be rested. He was going to need to wait for her to wake up and, because he had forcibly knocked her out, he was going to need to defend himself from her wrath.

'this is going to be one hell of a day...' He thought grimly.

Sorry everyone! ive been so busy lately that i just haven't been on this story :P

anyway, for anyone who has wanted to know what Shiera's eyes look like (with the blind one) then go to this site:

art/Shiera-s-eyes-395990139

I figured that i should draw it so anyone who was curious could know :) anywhore,

on to the story.

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