Thanks a million for all the brilliant feedback guys! Here is chapter 3 :)
Brittany woke at her usual time, despite spending most of the night sketching her vision of the brown eyes which were still burned into her memory. The girl was sure she could remember more detail from those two orbs than of the house she had lived in all her life . If someone were to ask her how many doors were in the building she would have to pause and think, but if quizzed on how many specks of black there were in those eyes she would immediately answer four in the right, and two in the left. How curious Brittany mused to herself and all from just a few seconds.
She felt strangely energised as though lightning was sizzling through her veins. She jumped out of bed and stretched brushing her long hair through her fingers. She then changed out of her night dress and into a deep yellow tunic, which was reflecting her good mood and was glad that the material was cool in the warm air.
She made her way down the marble stairs and into the dining room where she was greeted by her aunt and uncle. "Good morning darling! you do look a picture doesn't she John?" Catherine Pierce smiled at her niece.
"She does indeed, there is not a girl as pretty as our Brittany in the whole of Rome!" her uncle declared, "and where are you off to today my dear?" he asked with a smile.
"I fancy going to the gallery today uncle, I have not been in a while and-"
"I should have known" her uncle interrupted waving a hand "off with you! and don't go running off with any artists!" he chuckled.
Brittany smiled and blushed slightly, in truth there had been many advances made to her by artists with promises of riches and endless parties once they became famous painters. But Brittany would just laugh and politely decline, she did not care for those kinds of things and of course if every artist became a success, then there would be no wall space left in the whole of the city.
Brittany bid her relatives a good day and made her way towards the front door. On her way she spotted her cousin Artie who was slowly making his way down the staircase rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Good night cousin?" Brittany asked trying, and failing to keep a straight face. Artie was notorious in the city for being a constant party goer and if the rumours were true; womanizer.
"Mmmh" was all that Artie could manage, and Brittany laughed causing Artie to wince.
"Goodbye cousin" the blonde sang "I shall see you later at dinner!"
Before completely closing the door behind her, Brittany could hear her uncle roar "and what time did you come in last night? Just because someone invites you to a party doesn't mean you have to..." she turned around smiling, she glanced to her right and then her left before making her way down the narrow street murmuring hellos to neighbours and to merchants as she walked.
She met the occasional beggar sitting down, leaning against a wall pleading for money who she would crouch down in front of and give them a few small coins, a few of them would recognise her and make small chat who Brittany was only glad to engage in. She loved to talk to people and to find out all about the small things in their lives.
Eventually Brittany found her way to the end of the busy maze of lanes and stepped between two heavy stone pillars into the art gallery breathing in the familiar heavy scent of paint and perfume. She grinned widely.
True to her father's word, Santana was like Brittany's shadow. As soon as she spotted the blonde girl leaving her house, she slowly rose from her flat lying position on the roof a few hundred meters diagonally across from the building. One thing that she had that many of the assassins possessed and thought a god given gift, was the vision like that of an eagle. As soon as she spotted Brittany, Santana zeroed in on her target, except this time she was not going to be killing anybody.
Santana sneaked across the rooftops always watching. She needed to obtain as much as she could about this girl. Not just to report back to Master Lopez, but for her own sake. This girl had frozen her in her tracks just before she was about to kill, something that should have been impossible to do. The brunette had spent years of gruelling exercises to train her mind to stay focused and to not halt until her mission was complete, and for that to be shattered in one night truly made the girl nervous.
But she was so grateful that she had fled that night, to think that she had almost killed Brittany as she slept made Santana want to weep, although she was still not quite sure why. However one thing she was certain of was she never wanted to see the beautiful blonde come to any harm either by her hand or any other.
Santana smirked guess that makes me some kind of guardian angel. As much as that amused her, Santana knew there was some truth to it which terrified her. Was she seriously about to commit herself to protect a girl she didn't even know? She looked back down at the blonde slowly making her way down the street and found her answer.
She was puzzled by the Pierce girl's constant stopping and chatting to simple beggars, why would a girl of such high class bother with simple peasants? This girl was just fascinating, never before had Santana seen someone become so engrossed with such simple things like stands of vegetables and merchants selling tatty old pots. She always smiled at each and every thing in a gentle way that made Santana's breathing hitch. Was she seeing some form of beauty that was hidden to everyone else?
Santana just had to get closer, it was if it was an instinct. Although it went against the creed's detection rule of getting too close to your target, she quietly climbed down onto a balcony and then like a ghost swung down onto the ground immediately surrounding herself with the crowd, making sure her hood was positioned securely over her face out of habit. The last thing any assassin wanted was their identity to be revealed.
Santana could just about make out Brittany's golden waves as they flowed and rippled in the sunlight. The brunette had the sudden urge to stroke the girl's hair and to inhale the scent of it as it ran through her fingers.
Santana continued to push her way gently through the throng of people as they went about their business, inching closer and closer to Brittany. The want to touch the girl got stronger and more needy as Santana got closer to the girl, but she managed to ignore it although it took an enormous amount of effort.
After a few more twists and turns, Brittany had reached her destination, an art gallery, just one of the many that littered Rome. She likes art Santana was elated to find out this small detail about Brittany. It made her feel as though butterflies where fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Santana clutched it exhaling, she had never experienced that before.
As the blonde girl walked up the few steps, passed the pillars and into the stone building, Santana knew she could not follow, at least not like how she was dressed, she would raise too much suspicion with nowhere to hide.
Santana mused upon this for a few moments before smiling wickedly, which caused a few nervous glances from passer-bys. She melted back into the shadows.
Note: Thanks for reading! Please review if you can I'd like to know what people thought of this chapter :) I've started chapter 4 already so hopefully it will go up tomorrow (not today because I'm going to see Katy Perry! aaah! haha)