Hey everyone :D This is my first published fanfic! I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight! *crickets* Okay well obviously I don't have any fans yet... But hopefully I shall someday! :3
ANYWAYS! This story is about a girl named Gabriella De Luca, and it takes place in "Assassin's Creed 2". First couple chapters have no Ezio loving because they're intro chapters to help you get warmed up to my character C:
Ezio: HEY! I want some Ezio sexy time NOW!
WordsforFlowers: Calm down you man whore! We have to build up some sexual tension before sexy time commences!
Ezio: Screw this I'm going to the brothel.
Tsk, tsk, Ezio will never learn... Ehem contiuning, this chapter is a bit short, but lenghth is sure to come! PLEASE R&R! I really would appreciate to know if what's good or not so I can make this enjoyabe to read as possible! Thank you :D See you at the end of the chappy!
P.S. I don't own Assassin's Creed yada, yada, yada .
I flinched, and flinched, and flinched as they continued to strike my father; his ripe ruby blood sputtering on the floor with each punch.
"Enough," The leader commanded, ending their horrid blows.
The guards dropped my father's body and he crumpled to the floor. The hooded man stood over him and then nodded at the guards to lift him back up. My father groaned in pain as the leader lifted a gloved hand and roughly jerked his head up, forcing him to look him into his eyes.
"And you thought I wouldn't find you, you traditore pezzo di merda (traitorous piece of shit). You thought that leaving the assassins and moving out to some deserted country side would really save you?"
"Va' al diavolo (Go to Hell) Borgia." My father hissed, and then used what strength he had left to spit at the man, which earned him a slap.
"Such foolish behavior is what got you in this position in the first place!" The man named Borgia boomed. He then turned away and began his departure to the door.
"I really hate to be leaving so soon, but I must return to Roma (Rome)." Borgia said without turning around. He then spoke to the guards, "Kill him, and sell the women and children on the slave market." With that he left, and my mother's panics erupted.
"No!" my mother screamed, as she struggled to break from the guard's harsh grip. "Lo lasciò andare dannati bastardi (Let him go damned bastards)! She screamed at the guards holding my half conscious father. I watched in fear as they struck my mother across the face. She whimpered in pain, but continued to struggle.
"Mamma!" I cried out struggling from my own captors grip. But his strength was too great for my small five year old body.
He chuckled at my pathetic attempt to free myself and lifted me up off the ground so that I was leveled with his eyes. "Look at the fight in this one," he chuckled once more "she'll sell well on th-" I swiped my hand widely at his face scratching him across the eye, causing him to drop me. "Why you little merda (shit)!" he screamed and attempted to grab at me, but I had already ran away.
This small distraction was all my father needed.
He snatched a sword out of the near by guards sheath, and sliced the unexpecting guard's stomach; he then skillfully swung it in the other direction cleanly cutting off the adjacent guard's head. The guards that were chasing me, and holding my mother and sister surrounded my father and unsheathed their weapons, prepared for battle. My mother then came from behind two guards, and stabbed them with their own daggers. My father rammed the sword into the gut into one of the guards, and counter killed another, while my mother finished of the final guard.
They both stood breathing heavily for a moment, gripping their weapons and eyeing the dead, bloody bodies, as if they were going to rise again. Finally, after many moments of eerie silence, they both turned and ran into each others arms and embraced, cooing loving words. They looked into each others eyes, then shared a deep and passionate kiss while roaming over the other's face and body, as if to make sure they were really there. My mother broke the kiss quickly and ran to my three year old sister, who was crying on the floor.
"Gabriella?" My father called, but I made no effort to move from my hiding spot under the wooden desk.
"Gabriella, please come out, it's just me. La media degli uomini sono andati (The mean men are gone)." I winced a little as I saw my father's bloodied shoes approach where I was. He bent over and peeked under the desk, his bruised, swollen, bloody face filled with worry and concern. When he saw me, a small and warm smile grew across his face.
He called to my mother, "Fina! It's alright, I found Gabriella!"
"Grazie a Dio (Thank God)! Is she unharmed?"
"Si (Yes), but she appears to be a bit shaken. I'll take care of her though, just make sure Emiliana doesn't get more ill then she already is."
"Va bene (Okay)" My mother called back ending the conversation.
My mind idly drifted to when my mother had told me that Emiliana was ill. I remembered that they told me that my baby sister couldn't play like other kids, that she wasn't strong enough. This disappointed me greatly; I really wanted someone to play with since we never stayed in one place long enough for me to make any real friends.
"Gabriella," My father's soft voice gently pulled me back into reality, "Please come out." He held out his arms and I began to crawl into his warm embrace. Once in his arms, my delayed tears poured out of my eyes, and I sobbed into his shoulder.
"You were very brave tonight Gabriella." He said quietly, and then he whispered even more quietly, "You will be a magnifico (magnificent) assassin someday." I wasn't sure what the words meant, but he continued to comfort me until my tears began to cease. He then swiftly took me out of his office, where all the dead bodies were, and into our wash room. There, my mother was softly humming as she washed my sister in the large bath. As we entered she looked up and smiled gently at me, motioning my father and me over.
"Are you okay il mio piccolo (my little one)?" She whispered to me as she took me into her arms. I shook my head in reply as she stroked my head gently and began to prepare me for my bath.
"Quei dannati assassini possono andare all'inferno (Those damned assassins can go to hell)!" My mother's startling yells awoke me. "They have plagued our lives with those bastardo templari (bastard templar), why would I want to associate with them anymore?"
I crept out of bed and cracked open the door and shuffled out, to better hear their words.
"Fina, we are obviously not safe anywhere we go; Rodrigo Borgia will always find us. We must return to the Assassin Order and seek help from our allies."
"You call those bugiardo (liars), our allies? After all you did for them, they left you to die!"
"Fina, please, it was not their fault. I was the one who wasn't careful enough, Borgia found out I was a spy because of my incautious actions."
"But they left you to die!"
"They had to; it jeopardized too many lives, just for mine."
My mother slammed her fist on the table causing my father to flinch back a bit, but then carefully placed a hand on my mother's shoulder when tears slowly trickled down her cheeks.
"Whe-where will we go?" She whispered softy through her tears.
"Firenze (Florence), my old friend Giovanni lives there with his family. We shall take refugee with them until I can get us a home. I have already sent out a pigeon message contacting him about the matter."
"And when shall we leave."
"As soon as I hear back from him, so we must get our things together as soon as possible."
My mother's face appeared distressed as she ran her fingers through her thick, dark, wavy hair. But her silent stressing was interrupted by my meek voice.
"We are leaving San Gimignano?" I asked sleepily.
My father approached me and scooped me up in his arms and brought me to my mother, who touched my cheek gently. "Si mia cara (Yes my dear)." She said softly as she continued to stroke my cheek.
"Good," I yawned, "I don't like it here." And with that, my mind drifted to sleep to the chuckles of my parents.
There you have it! Chapter uno of my first published fanfic! *shoots confentti* Oh yes, italian is in italicize slantiness btw (you probably already noticed).
I apologize once more for the shortness in chapter, but I promise for longness! If you have any Q's PM me or just review! ^_^ THANKS SO MUCH