Thank you so much for the kind reviews! I was bored so here is chapter two!
Brittany lifted herself off the pillows and into a sitting position on her bed. What on earth was that? she looked to her right at the window which was now banging against the wall. Everything was illuminated by moonlight giving the room an unnatural glow, causing shadows to creep and sway on the ceiling. Brittany felt herself shudder.
She could not shake the image of the two chocolate brown eyes gleaming right in front of her moments before, She couldn't remember exactly what she had been dreaming of but nonetheless those eyes stayed with her. She had never been a believer of the supernatural, but those orbs were definitely not of this world. She had seen so much emotion flicker in them, determination, awe, sadness, fear. Whatever could they mean?
Her aunt used to tell her that God would send messages to people as they slept, to warn them of bad things to come, Brittany would just shake her head and laugh at her aunt but now as the ghostly eyes hovered in her mind she was beginning to believe her relative, those eyes were like wildfire ready to consume her.
But the strangest thing of all was how Brittany had felt herself being drawn towards them as if they were candle light and she a moth. It was almost as if she was lost, not quite knowing where to go and they were her guide home. Yes there was definitely something about them that made Brittany not quite willing to forget them yet.
The blonde girl sat down at her desk, lit a candle and pulled out a piece of parchment from her drawer. She inhaled the rich scent of the lilies that she would always replenish and then began to sketch what she had just seen in her minds eye. Brittany had always loved art and insisted on going to galleries whenever she could.
Her uncle boasted at how well Brittany could draw and -even though Brittany protested strongly- would hold a few private showings of her paintings to guests. As much as Brittany loved her uncle she couldn't help but feel that sometimes she was one of the prized possessions that he kept in the house and loved to show off to anyone he could.
Brittany etched and drew until the candle wick had melted down to nothingness and dawn's first rays began to filter through the window panes. Once she had started she could not bring herself to stop, it was if some spirit or demon had taken over her.
She held up the drawing to exam her work and was disappointed. Even though she had worked through the night, the eyes she had drawn were nowhere near as mystical and beautiful as the ones she had dreamed of hours previously. Sure they were well drawn, despite her modesty Brittany could see that, but they lacked the raw fire that those orbs contained.
She arched back and yawned, tiredness suddenly coming over her. She dragged herself to bed and drew up the covers around her, Sleep came almost immediately to the girl and so too did dreams of chocolate fire melting her heart.
Santana slowly made her way up the flight of cold stone stairs, up to her father's study where she knew he would be mulling over maps of Rome and deciding which part of the corrupt city needed to be tackled next. If she could have walked sluggishly she would have but after years of training all she could produce was grace.
When she reached the door she hesitated, going over in her head what she would say,. She took a collected breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in" came a gruff voice. Santana entered and was immediately met by dagger point, the tip at her throat. She ducked reflexively and rolled out of the way, sweeping her leg out to trip the attacker. She brought out her hidden blade and stood up looking down on the assailant who was face down and grunting in pain.
She could then hear her father's booming laugh and looked up, Miguel Lopez was clapping his hands and guffawing heartily. "Some bodyguard you would make Finn, and you honestly think I'm going to promote you from weapon polisher to actually going out on a mission?" he slapped his knee. "Now get out of here, before I decide to put you out of misery and have you killed".
Finn got up and dusted himself down giving Santana a death glare, as quick as a panther Santana reached back and threw a knife at Finn, scratching his cheek before hitting the side of one of the many bookcases. It rocked back and forth with a thrumming noise. Finn yelped and this only made Miguel laugh even harder. "You should know better than to mess with her Hudson, she is a Lopez after all".
Clutching his cheek to staunch the blood flow Finn scurried out of the room, but before he closed the door the brunette could hear him mutter "Bitch!, she's going to pay for that" and she couldn't help but smirk. Her attention was then directed at her father as he clapped his hands together.
"Now Santana, my beautiful daughter, come sit down! I want to hear of your successful mission!" he winked at her.
Santana felt a lump in her throat as she sat down on one of the loungers. Any mirth the run in with Finn gave her quickly evaporated. She was now going to have to lie to her father, master of the guild something that she would never have dreamed of doing but only because she had never not killed a target given to her before. She could not believe she was risking her position in the guild for the sake of a girl, but as she thought this those magnificent blue eyes flashed before her and the scent of lilies was suddenly in the air.
"Fa-Master it grieves me to tell you but the Pierce girl was not there, I searched the entire household and she was no where to be found" Santana looked directly at her father, she could not break eye contact otherwise he would suspect her.
"What?" her father looked bewildered, "of course she was there! Puck and Quinn went out to gather intelligence, the whole family bar that son of Pierce's was there!" Miguel's face was becoming twisted as his anger flared.
"So do you mean to tell me that two of my best spies were mistaken?" he continued "that the blonde girl that they spotted was just a figment of their imaginations?"
"No Master" Santana uttered "but as I said she was not there, she may have gone out to visit someone?" she suggested her voice steady, almost arrogant despite the weak effort of an excuse.
The guild master was suddenly in her face and Santana felt a sharp sting across her cheek, "you stupid child!" he yelled, "don't you see what this means? If we cannot keep track of one simple girl how are we supposed to free this city from the corrupt bastards that over run this place?"
Santana suddenly felt relief wash through her, she nearly laughed. So her father did believe her. However she did not think he would have taken her failed mission as a sign of weakness in the guild itself. She almost felt ashamed, almost.
"I'm sorry father, i did not mean to disappoint you" she murmured feigning hurt.
"My poor daughter" Miguel's voice suddenly going soft as he enveloped her into a hug "do not apologize, infact I am glad that this has happened, it has shown me that this guild has become complacent. We must become better, more powerful!" he cried. He kissed his daughter's forehead, a plan forming in his head, he smiled, "In the meantime I want your own tracking skills to be tested, follow this elusive Brittany girl, everywhere she goes you must go, you will be her walking shadow"
"Does this mean you do not want me to kill her now?" Santana asked in an offhand manner with a hint of disappointment, successfully concealing the happiness bubbling inside her.
Her father laughed at his daughter's pout, "no little one, first we find out where she makes her late night calls maybe you might find out something that can be of use to us, I do believe something damaging to the Pierce name would be far more beneficial to us than a dead girl" he chuckled.
Santana was at first a little confused, her father never went back on an order, he always said it was weak for a leader to do so, did he have secret motives? But she was willing to brush it aside because he was her master and did what was best for the assassins and for the people of Rome.
Plus this meant she got to observe Brittany, she was extremely curious about the girl. No one had ever made her feel the strange way she did and if Santana was honest it terrified her. But she knew one thing was certain: she desperately wanted get lost into those deep blue oceans once more.
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