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jazz-sparks: thank you so much for the comment and telling me that..I didn't even realize that the speech changed drastically when she started talking. Thank you for pointing that out.

OrderOfThePhoenix117: Thank you for reading and commenting. Glad that someone took the time to stop and review. That honestly means a lot to me!

A/N: I am only able to update once a week so if you're wondering why it's taking me so long to get chapters out well now I told you. So please don't think that I just decided to stop writing this story because there are obviously going to be more chapters. Also..sorry that this chapter is kind of short. I didn't want for you guys to wait any longer as a week has passed up.

Disclaimer: I own the dirt under my shoes, and the spider on my ceiling. If only I owned Ezio Auditore. For once I would want someone to write that they did own them...in the sense that the game creator had made a fanfiction. Wouldn't that be awesome :)

As Amalia walked slowly with Federico next to her, a comfortable silence had passed between the both of them, neither wanting to say anything afraid that they would break that calm atmosphere that surrounded them. She gazed up at the stars fascinated at how brightly they stood out in the sky. As she smiled, she could feel Federico's gaze upon her, but she didn't make an effort to notice him…well not that much. Before long they had arrived back at the villa: where Federico stopped her, making her spin around into his arms. His warm brown eyes met her mossy green orbs and he smiled at her warmly. Nothing was said in that moment and Amalia couldn't help but pull away from his grasp, and watch his once happy expression turn to that of melancholy.

"I-I'm sorry.." She started, lowering her gaze towards the floor and letting her head hang. "I don't want to give you the wrong idea." Amalia was surprised when Federico put his hand under her chin, lifting it up to make her gaze meet his, but no trace of disappointment or sadness was found on his face. At not finding any trace of sadness that once was on his face her eyes widened a bit, making Federico smile at her. "Do not worry Amalia. I am not easily hurt by things." A smile graced her lips also making a wider smile creep unto his face. "Thank you for understanding." She replied, now not hesitating in showing any affection for him by putting her hands around his waist, hugging him.

"Although no girl has turned down this, but that is fine. The rejection will go away in time." He told her, grinning as he returned the hug. At that sentence Amalia pulled away from the hug laughing, and lightly slapped Federico on the arm, from how ridiculous he was. "Come now, Let us go inside and rest up." She nodded, now feeling lethargic. Her eyes started fluttering closed, but she forced herself to keep her eyes open as she had trouble walking towards the door. Her foot started burning after all of the walking that she had done, but Federico helped by guiding her inside of the villa, steadying her whenever her body wavered too far to one side almost causing her to fall over. "I see that your leg is still not fully healed yet." He stated, almost making Amalia to roll her eyes at his statement.

Of course her leg wouldn't be fully healed yet. Just yesterday she had been saved from a burning building. What did he expect? That her cuts and bruises be fully healed like Wolverine from the X-men. It took everything for her to not roll her eyes, but instead she opted to not even answer him. After a few minutes of struggling Amalia managed to make it to the room that she was staying in and smiled when the bed came into view. Finally! I thought I would never make it. Collapsing unto the bed made her happy as the scent of freshly washed sheets drifted up into her nose, making her sigh contentedly. One of her eyes opened to stare at an amused Federico who was standing in the doorway. "If you need…a change of clothes my sister has a few dresses that she doesn't wear anymore."

"That'd be nice. And…is there a bathroom somewhere. I feel like a reek of hay and sweat right now."Federico chuckled and held a finger up signaling that he'd be back in a moment. When he left, Amalia lied there thinking if this would be the last time that she would see Federico. The fangirl in her started to bubble inside, trying to push her to just plant one on him before she feel asleep that night. Shut up, she told her inner self. If I hadn't done that to him outside, then maybe I might have considered that thought, but it'd be too weird if I did. He'd probably say something around the lines of "I knew I was irresistible." Amalia cringed at the thought of him saying that to her. She decided that she would just ignore the humiliation and rather kiss his corpse than see a smirk lie on his face if she did do that.

"Here is a red dress that I believe will fit you.." Federico declared coming into the bedroom to hand her a nice red dress with gold lining around the chest area. The dress was beautiful, but Amalia felt bad for taking one of Claudia's dresses. "Do not worry about the dress. I am sure Claudia wouldn't mind helping one in need." He told her as if reading her thoughts exactly. "If you say so." She responded gently taking the dress from his hands and placing it on a chair next to the bed. "Claudia does not have any extra night wear, but I am sure that the undergarments of your dress will do just fine. If you need the washroom it is down the hall, second to last door on the left." With that he kissed her on the cheek and made his leave, gently closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth.

For some reasons he was glad that he had left her alone. What she needed at the moment was an atmosphere where she could think without having to talk to someone. She decided that there was no need to worry over anything. The Auditore's took her in out of sheer compassion because of the fact that she had almost died in a house fire. If Federico hadn't saved her, who knows what would have happened. For that she was very thankful and knew that they would take care of her, even though she was a guest. On that happy note she peeled off her dress, leaving her in nothing but the bra she had on and her boxer shorts.

I'll just wake up early tomorrow and wash up. I'm just too tired right now to even care about taking a bath.

Curling up in the warm duvet made falling asleep come much quicker than expected, in which Amalia gladly welcomed the dreamless sleep that she entered into.

"Open up this door!" Someone was pounding on the door, scarring Amalia out of her bed. She had just finished taking a shower, happy that she was now clean, and walked back into her room only for someone to be pounding on her door minutes later. Her eyes turned wide as it didn't sound like any of the Auditore's. "Who is it!" She called, sneaking over towards the door and pressing her ear up against it. Before she had any time to step away from the door, it burst open letting in a flood of guards that scared the crap out of her. "You're coming with us." The man next to her said gruffly, grabbing her arms and dragging her out the room. "Wait just a second. I didn't do anything and here you are grabbing me. Let go." Amalia yelled, trying to struggle out of the man's vice grip.

"Stop moving." He told her, annoyance clearly lacing his voice. "I have a right to say whatev-" Amalia's cheek stung and she stood in shock at how the guard just slapped her in the face. What the hell was that for. If this guy didn't have such a deathly grip on me, I would have punched him in the face by now. An evil smile crept unto her face as she started formulating a plan in her head. If she could just let them drag her out of the villa and into the streets in front of the house, there were a couple of boxes there that she could easily climb up on and escape with no problem. The only thing that she would have to do is keep a low profile and avoid any area that had any guards in it. Right!

Easier said than done.

Ok. So it didn't exactly go according to plan. They had dragged her out into the courtyard. Check

They had dragged her outside where Giovanni, Federico, and Petruccio were standing, with anger clearly written on their faces. Well she guessed check for that.

Of course Giovanni and Federico defended her saying that she was just a guest and that she had nothing to do with what was going on. The guards had been very mad, but they let her go, reluctantly, afraid that she was part of the Assassins. She figured that the guards had figured out how stupid they were and that no women could be an assassin. She knew that was why they were laughing as they dragged away the Auditore family, excluding Maria, Claudia and Ezio. Puffing out her cheeks Amalia went back inside not exactly sure what she was to do then. For one Maria had no idea that she was staying there and was shocked as she was dragged out the house. Two, she didn't exactly know Claudia, and she wasn't exactly going to stay around waiting for Ezio to show up. To be honest the only people that she had seen at all in the villa had been the three men and maybe a brief encounter with Ezio. Otherwise than that she felt like she didn't belong at all. Amalia sighed and made up her mind that she wasn't really wanted here, and that she could find her way around Florence without being attached to the Auditore family.

Maybe she could survive living on her own without having to whore herself out, or rely on someone else to give her housing. She took it upon herself to leave, and eventually she got lost around the city. Amalia conjured up a plan in her mind thinking that if she played the hurt woman and knocked on the door of a home, then maybe that person might let her stay. The only thing she needed to do was get hurt. Well that didn't seem too hard. There were about a million places in this town that she could get hurt.

Jump off of a building. While that might be effective, she was afraid that if she broke both her legs and no one was around, she didn't think that she would get to someones house in that condition.

Steal a guards sword and cut herself on the waist or arm. Although it sounded like a really good idea...what person in their right mind would go up to a guard and steal something. For one she barely escaped the last guard she encountered. If it wasn't for Federico speaking up and saying something, she would have been hung on the gallows the next morning. Then a thought popped into her head.

Monteriggioni!

It was perfect. She knew Ezio's life, which came strange to her because she couldn't remember anything about her previous life, but knew references to stuff in that world. Amalia knew that this would work. Getting to the countryside and to Monteriggioni was what she needed to do. If she could get to Mario and "pass out" in front of the gates, surely someone would find her and take her in. Ezio hadn't exactly met Mario and she was sure she wouldn't meet him for a good week or so. That just bought her enough time to get there and be living under some type of roof.

Only problem was that the city gates were heavily guarded by guards. Armed Guards at that.

Shit!

Maybe she didn't think this through as she thought she had.