I can't believe the amount of alerts I have been getting over the past few days! It means a lot! Here is chapter four, hope you guys enjoy :)

Brittany lit a candle in her dark room, but with the way she was feeling she was surprised that the space around her wasn't already glowing. She was sure a mini sun was radiating in the pit of her stomach. The girl had had a wonderful time with Santana and could not wait until the next day when she could meet her again and find out more about her life.

She chuckled thinking back to their meeting, the brunette had seemed so flustered! Every so often she would spot Santana grazing her lower lip with her teeth and it made her smile warmly internally, she had the most gorgeous lips, and the way her hair had been tied up revealing her neck made Brittany shiver. The girl also couldn't help but notice Santana's low neckline and how it dipped revealing a hint of her breasts.

Brittany blushed, she wasn't a leering old man! But she had to admit the girl was alluring. She had an air of mystery to her by the way she walked, and the way she looked at everything and everyone with scrutiny made the blonde think that Santana was on the look out for something. And those eyes, she had been so drawn towards Santana's eyes in a way like how an alcoholic would be drawn to a tavern. She had drunk them in and had become intoxicated by them.

Brittany was so pleased that she had chanced upon the girl, but at the same time the Pierce girl couldn't shake the feeling that she knew the brunette from somewhere before. She shook her head, she was being ridiculous. Santana herself had said they hadn't met before, "I would remember someone as pretty as you" Santana whispered in her mind. When Brittany had heard that in the gallery she could have sworn the room could hear her heartbeat banging out an erratic rhythm. There she was looking like a goddess and she thought I was pretty? She must have only been polite.

Brittany changed out of her tunic and into a soft nightdress, sighing with content when the material brushed against her skin. She went over to her table to blow out the flame when she stopped abruptly. There in front of her etched in pencil were Santana's eyes, the ones she obsessed over. But they were also her eyes, the ones that she had dreamed about the night before.

"But that's impossible" she breathed. Brittany closed her eyes remembering and comparing the vision she had seen with the deep brown orbs belonging to Santana and she blew the air out of her lungs in shock. As much as she couldn't consider it, there was no denying the fact they were a perfect match, right down to the flecks of black that speckled those ideal eyes. Also the raw fieriness that Brittany was unable to convey through her own picture was reflected perfectly in Santana's eyes as she had looked into her own.

Brittany exhaled in wonder. Well maybe my aunt was right and God has sent me some sign ,but surely it can't be one of danger! Santana seems so gentle, harmless... and small she chuckled getting into her bed and snuggling under the covers waiting for sleep while hoping for dreams of those melting chocolate eyes but now with the dark girls face around them.

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Santana was in the yard practising with her long sword. She ducked and weaved as she slashed at the wooden dummies that littered the area, chips of wood flying in all directions. The moon was still high in the sky and torches surrounded the training enclosure, causing her shadow to flicker and shake as she lunged at her "opponents".

After spending the first hour of her stake out watching Brittany's bedroom window as it was illuminated by flame, trying to catch glimpses of the girl and sighing when the pane was enveloped in darkness, the brunette then spent a few more hours watching the Pierce household before she decided she had spent enough time to report back to her father.

She was truly nervous, her palms beading with sweat. Had anyone from the guild seen her at the gallery and recognised her? Not possible because there was no business had by any of them there but the brunette couldn't help but feel edgy about someone watching her. She was an assassin, one of the reasons she was still alive was down to paranoia.

As well as that, would the master suspect her of trying to hide something from him? Ok so there was no information to conceal, the only real thing Santana had found out about Brittany was the fact she liked art. but would he notice a change in her tone when she talked about her, or a look in her eyes that suggested she had other thoughts involving Brittany besides just tracking her?

But when she arrived back to the guild, her fears thankfully did not become true when she told Master Lopez of her day's work, as her father had only waved her away saying "Santana you know you do not have to report to me every time you return from a watch, just let me know when you find out something!" he then chuckled "I suppose that's what makes you my best assassin, you don't leave out any detail. I am impressed that you managed to stick with the girl for the whole day, I hadn't expected you to track that well. Keep it up and Puck and Quinn should be afraid for their positions!"

Santana laughed and answered arrogantly "Master as much as I am confident that I could surpass the two of them in their job, you and I both know I am much better at assassinating someone than simply watching them" she then gave him a dark look filled with malice and lifted her upper lip giving her best snarl. She then laughed again, but this time it sounded a little off in the girl's ears. I shall always be known as a heartless and ruthless killer.

Miguel Lopez nodded grinning "but that doesn't mean you should give this task any slack little one, you can learn a lot from doing this to further better your...forte" he winked " plus I need to find out as much as I can about this Brittany girl" I cannot believe the reports of the killing of the servant girl by Pierce were wrong, dammit Mike! now I have nothing solid to go on to get John back for helping the king Miguel fumed but then smiled wickedly but Mike won't be giving me any false information anymore, nor will anyone else know of this slip up since I had his tongue cut out after he told me of his mistake. Plus if I discover something incriminating or unchristian about this girl I can then send Pierce a message that he cannot mess with me, creed be damned!

Santana further wondered at her father's obsession with the Pierce family and thought that maybe it was time to find out for herself exactly why. But she agreed with her father heartily but careful not to sound too eager on finding out more about the Brittany girl. But I fear I'm not doing it for the same reasons you are, father.

Santana thought about Brittany as she hacked and danced around the pretend foes. She was beginning to think she was becoming obsessed with the blonde girl with the piercing blue eyes. If my father had not ordered me to follow Brittany, I would have probably done so myself like a stalker.

Santana replayed their meeting over and over in her mind, pausing and restarting when she thought at how Brittany had brushed against her arm and how she had shook her hand causing a current to course through her.

She also had an ever present image in the corner of her mind of Brittany's eyes, however she was careful not to focus on them, constantly brushing them aside, otherwise she would be pulled into their depths causing her to lose all focus. Even though the abysses that swirled and snaked in her head were not the real thing, Santana was sure the effects they would have on her if she focused into them would be devastating. Why do you make me feel this way Brittany?

As she pondered upon the girl further, she straightened up preparing for another onslaught. She crouched getting ready to spring again when she felt a presence, a feather of movement behind her.

Without even thinking, Santana pushed her feet hard against the ground launching herself into the air, she arched over her assailant and flipped landing neatly behind them. She then thrust the end of her hilt into the person's back causing them to kneel sharply in pain.

After being confident that she no longer was in danger, Santana looked at her attacker and laughed loudly. She recognized the mess of black hair instantly, it was Finn. He was holding a sword of his own in his hand as he knelt in the ground before her, head down.

She walked around to face him and couldn't help but wince inside, the cut on his cheek looked bad, cracked and oozing, It was surely going to leave a scar, but she was not going to apologize, she was Santana Lopez and he deserved it. Finn looked up when he saw the girl's shoes and glared.

Santana opened her mouth to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, that she could have killed him when she was distracted by the whoops and laughs that suddenly erupted around her, it seemed that Finn had brought a crowd of spectators along with him. This puzzled the brunette for a moment when realization hit her, "Bitch!, she's going to pay for that" echoed in her mind.

The Lopez girl looked back at Finn and smirked, "this was your great plan of revenge? Try and catch me unawares and embarrass me in front of the other assassins?" She spat on the ground "you're pathetic".

Finn continued to glower at her, his eyes watering from the impact of her sword. She bent down and took the weapon he held out of his hand "steal it did you?" she asked "just because you polish them, doesn't mean you can wield a blade, that right belongs to me, a real assassin".

She then turned and walked away from the scene not taking a backwards glance at the cheering group or at the boy who was still seething on the earth where she had knocked him down.

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