A/N: Oh my god I can't believe the amount of alerts I have been getting, thanks so much! So here is chapter 8 a little earlier than planned, it's a bit of a filler chapter but hopefully not too boring!
The Next Night
"You ready?" Quinn asked fixing her hood more securely over her blonde head. Santana in turn fixed her own before giving a curt nod.
They both leaped simultaneously from their previous positions -they were posing as gargoyles on the ramparts of the church- and into the night before diving downwards into a perfectly positioned pile of hay. It was a magnificently mastered thing, a beauty that no-one but assassins got to see. That and their victims, but they can hardly tell of the sight from beyond the grave.
Both girls got up at the same time and brushed the straws of hay from their tunics before proceeding to stalk silently through the city, occasionally climbing walls and leaping from building to building to avoid detection and to make the journey a much shorter one. The two were deathly quiet apart from the odd bird whistle to alert each other of a near by guard, the darkness helping them remain unnoticed.
Soon they reached their destination, an alleyway outside a popular brothel, used by the many men (and sometimes women disguised as men) of Rome. It was here where the two assassins were to wait for their target to emerge.
"We should get some cover Lopez, if the gossip is right the priest likes to take his time" Quinn grimaced, "seriously I would like to one day find a man of God that isn't corrupt to the bone".
Santana chuckled dryly, "if he isn't corrupt then he isn't a man of God, c'mon let's go hide up there" the assassin pointed to a balcony above them consisting of small pillars, a perfect spot to avoid exposure.
Once the two girls were crouched and settled behind the stone they began to chat as they waited for the priest to leave the brothel.
"How are things at the guild?" Santana asked.
"Much the same" Quinn waved a hand, "the master is still fuming about that Pierce guy, I have no idea why though, do you?"
Santana shook her head, no she had still to find out why her father had a vendetta against Brittany's uncle. Just thinking Brittany's name made her forget herself and tingle with excitement for tomorrow. Shit! I still need to get a dress! Maybe Quinn can help, I'll just say it's something my father wants me to have, who'd question the Master? And as much as Santana hated to admit it, the blonde girl was the closest thing she had to a sister. They were the perfect team, Quinn was the best tracker their guild had and she was the best assassin, together they were unstoppable.
Tonight though their mission was simple enough, Quinn had been instructed by the master to seek out which brothel the priest went to, which she did by chatting amongst the prostitutes, many of them thought she wanted their service. When Quinn sought out Santana and told her of this as she informed her of the location of the priest, the brunette howled with the laughter.
"Hey Quinn? Can you help me with something?" Santana asked looking at her fellow assassin seriously.
"What is it Lopez? do you need to learn how to wield a blade properly?" Quinn smirked eyes still on the ground below.
"No actually, I need to learn the subtle ability of talking to whores, I mean you have it down to a fine art, all the women were basically giving you themselves for free! how did you manage that Fabray?" Santana bit back letting out a low chuckle at her own wit.
"Shut up!" Quinn hissed, "and I told you already it wasn't for free it was at a discounted pri..." she trailed off as Santana breathed her laughter into the night.
"Hush! There's the bastard now, ugh look at him Santana he's only fixing his pants now, what did he do? Fuck the girls all the way to the door?" Her eyes slanted as she watched the man straighten his clothing, "let's get him" she growled.
Santana abruptly stopped laughing and shut everything out of her mind, except for one thing; kill. She zeroed in on the man as he made his journey down the street and with an animalistic nature she stalked him on the rooftops, Quinn flanking her on the lookout for any guards, but there were none, they were alone on the upper level of the city.
Soon the priest neared a courtyard and this is where Santana took her opportunity, she jumped from the ledge of the building she was one and landed on the ground with a crouch before straightening herself up and continued after the man, she signalled to Quinn to carry on which she did, by running ahead with the grace of a gazelle.
Kill Kill Kill was all that was going through the young assassin's mind as she walked behind the man getting closer and closer as the priest entered into the courtyard.
She looked ahead and saw Quinn appear out of the shadows further up and amble towards their target with an arrogant walk. The priest also noticed the assassin and stopped in his tracks, Quinn stopped too.
A few moments passed, "Can I help you child?" he then called out to her.
"Forgive you Father for you have sinned" she replied "we know about the whores Father, some of them young girls, I'm not really sure if the collection at mass is really there to go towards them" she snarled, baring her teeth.
The priest took a startled step back "Ho-how d-dare you! Show your face! I want to look upon your face as you spit out these blasphemes lies, so I may be able to find it in my heart to forgive you and to pray for your soul from eternal damnation!"
"Oh cut the crap, you should start praying for your own soul but I don't think that's going to help where you're going" she started again towards him and pulled out a knife, brushing it expertly between her fingers.
The man turned and ran, he did not even notice the Lopez girl standing directly behind him as he crashed into her. Santana took this as her chance and flicked a wrist exposing a blade before plunging it into his chest, covering his mouth as he screamed a guttural cry.
She lay him gently on the ground as he struggled to breathe, the blood pouring out of his wound. He did not have long left, it was a good strike dealt.
"You have wronged out city Father, and for that you have to pay, no man of God is to take the pleasure of the human flesh, let alone use money meant for charity to do so, I only hope that this will send a message to all the others who do so to cease their corruption".
The man's eyes widened before they rolled back into his head. "Requiescat in pace" she murmured into his ear before placing her hand over his face and closing his eyes.
"That bastard isn't worthy of those words, he doesn't deserve peace" Quinn spat on the ground.
She was about to kick the corpse but Santana whipped out her arm and stopped her.
"You see this is why I'm the assassin and you're the tracker, you let your emotions get a hold of you Fabray, besides we have to say those words, it's in the creed".
"Yeah well at least I have emotions" Quinn shot back removing her foot from the brunette's grasp, "like did your face even change as you killed him? You're a cold one Lopez, I suppose that makes you a better killer".
"I just have better control" Santana sighed, "C'mon let's bring the body to the monastery, this is supposed to be a message after all".
The girls picked up the body and carried it the short distance to the monastery and left it outside with a single feather pinned on his chest, a sign that this was an assassin's kill.
On their way back to the guild Quinn piped up, "I'm sorry that I snapped at you back there Santana, It's just I hate seeing all this corruption right in front of us, it just makes me so angry" she shook.
"Me too Quinn, but we can't let ourselves get carried away it will only make us as bad as those who we are fighting against" Santana said softly.
"You're right...oh I nearly forgot" she reached into her cloak and pulled out a coin before tossing it to Santana.
Santana examined the coin, it was the one Brittany had given her yesterday, she smiled internally at the memory. "What's this for?" she asked faking confusion.
"It's for that ball everyone is talking about, the Master told me to give this to you, he said you deserved a day off and to have fun" she shrugged, "I however will be stuck with Puck for the night outside, in case there is any shit about to go down, I'll call for you if your needed ok?"
"Ok, Tell him I said thanks will you?" she said, Quinn nodded. "But what am I going to do about a dress?" How strange it was that Santana was about to ask her for her help before she even knew the blonde girl was going to give her the invite. It's funny how these things work out.
"That's all sorted, your father has one for you back at the guild, we were all dying to see it but he made sure that we didn't so you'd have some privacy at the party, you know so we won't recognize you" Quinn shrugged her shoulders again, "he cares about you a lot".
"I know" Santana exhaled, taken aback by her father's kindness.
"Anyway I'm going to go and report to the Master, you coming?" Quinn asked. "No...I have some things to do in the city before I can return home" Santana said not willing to divulge her friend into what exactly.
Quinn must have taken the hint because she turned her back from the girl and made her own way back to the guild. Santana waited until she was fully out of site before walking over to the nearest building and scaling it. She was met immediately by an archer on his round who's back was turned to her. She quickly knocked him out with a hard blow to the back of the head, she didn't have to kill all the time.
She made her way to the Pierce's household, again to keep watch on Brittany. Quinn bringing up her father's fury over her uncle made Santana uneasy. She felt better knowing she was around in case anything were to happen at the house.
As Santana settled in her usual spot on the rooftop across from the house, she thought about her day with Brittany yesterday. That girl made her feel so nervous! but so at ease at the same time. The mixture of these feelings was a terrifying thing, but the Lopez girl enjoyed it, the blonde girl made her feel more alive than any adrenaline could. The house remained silent and dark, not even Brittany's window was illuminated by light and Santana smiled at the thought of the blonde girl sleeping, a look of peace on her kind face. Snap out of it Lopez, you're a damn assassin you don't have time for this sentimental shit.
But still she could not wait for the ball tomorrow. She laughed quietly at the memory of Brittany's uncertainty over how she would just find her there, but Brittany didn't know that she was an assassin. Besides Santana was sure that even without her skills, she would be able to find Brittany, anywhere.
A/N: Thanks for reading and please review if you can, I'd like to know what people thought good and bad :) If you wanna check me out on Tumblr my url is: santanahoney I'm always on it so come say hi!