A/N: So I'm sorry about the last chapter being so jumpy, but what was meant to happen was for there to be noticeable breaks, but ff deleted the breaks when I tried uploading them..pissing me off in the process, so this chapter the breaks will be noticeable. Another thing I need to address is the fact that I haven't posted in forever. What was supposed to have happened was that two chapters would be posted last week Thursday, because I update every Thursday, but now I'm behind schedule and need to keep up. So for making you guys wait that long, this chapter is going to be super long…hopefully.

You know that everything looks longer in word, but when you post it its really, really short…well hopefully that won't happen.

Also thanks to people that have reviewed or added my story as a favorite. Keep on reading!

Disclaimer: I'm just putting this here because everyone else does. Personally I find it very unnecessary, but I like reading some because Authors put hilarious disclaimers.

And yes I know that my breaks are friggin' O's.

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Dear Mind,

Obviously I haven't exactly thought everything through before deciding to go jump on the back of a wagon without the farmer up front knowing. Sure he didn't know, but was I exactly sure on where he was headed. No. He could be headed to some godforsaken cave to go stash bodies for all I know. Only thing that's keeping me sane right now is the hope. Hoping that this man actually heads in the direction of Monteriggioni and not San Gimignano, because I'm sure that if I ended up in San Gimignano then I was totally screwed. There's only a small hole to peek through though, because I'm lying under a bunch of hay, that might I add smells like horse poop. It certainly doesn't smell like peaches and roses.

Well wish me luck, because something inside of me tells me that I'm not headed in the right direction.

Boy was she right.

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When Amalia discreetly hopped off the back of the wagon, she knew that her guts had been right all along. She now stood a good ways off from the gates that lead into San Gimignano.

"Shit." She cursed, slapping a now sweaty hand to her warm forehead. Of course the sun's shining down on her in a mocking way, just laughing it up, up there. Amalia glared as best she could through her squinting eyes at the bright glowing ball in the sky. Her fist shook madly in front of her just challenging the sun to come down and say something to her face. "It's probably all you fault you stupid sun." She said through clenched teeth. "Maybe if the farmer hadn't been blinded by your stupid luminous light, then maybe he would have seen that he was headed the wrong way." She stomped her foot and grumbled to herself now wondering how the hell she was supposed to get from here to Monteriggioni. The fear of being caught by the guards made survival mode kick in, causing her feet to move on its own, leading her directly into the city. Right now she was trying to find a market so that she could steal some food as well as a basket to carry it in. To her right she spotted a fairly large man standing behind a stand that was selling fruit. Staying a couple of feet away she inconspicuously observed the man's behavior toward his customer. The reason why she was doing that was in case she couldn't steal anything and needed a place to stay. It would be fairly easy to "faint" next to the man's stall and trust him enough, from his behavior, to treat her and take her into his home. Amalia was sure that she wouldn't be able to make it to Mario's estate any time soon being in the situation that she was in, so she decided that fainting was her best option.

The crowd started parting a little as Amalia purposely staggered to get someone's attention that something wasn't exactly right with her. After a couple of more staggers to get the scene to be a little more real, Amalia closed her eyes and fell, praying that she wouldn't hit anything hard on her way down. Concrete met her head and a white hot pain shot through her almost making her reach up to clutch her head. Instead she tried to stick it out and not touch her head hoping that someone would just pick her up soon so that she would be able to lie in a comfy bed. The ground wasn't really that comfortable and she was getting tired of laying there. A gruff voice broke her from her thoughts, as it sounded closer to her ear.

She slowed her breathing down a little bit, to make it look like she was taking in small breathes, which in fact she was. Her head was pounding from the impact of the concrete to her head, making her wish that she had at least strong arms to break her fall. A tear made its way down her cheek as she felt herself getting tired, but a voice brought her from the darkness that threatened to take her. "Signorina, please open your eyes." A voice told her. Warm hands touched her cheek, slightly urging her to open her eyes. They traveled the length of her face, from her temple all the way down to under her chin. The soft caress on her cheek brought her from complete darkness, and she opened her eyes to have light flood into them. A face came to view, but she couldn't make out exactly what the person looked like.

'Stupid me with my bright idea of "fainting" to get attention and shelter.' She mentally scolded herself for ever thinking that this was a good idea.

After a few times of blinking she was able to make out green eyes that she swore would've made her knees buckle just from looking at it, but due to the fact that she was on the ground made it really hard to do that. "Are you alright?" He asked, being very patient with how she was slowly responding to his voice. Amalia knew that it was her own fault that she couldn't fully process anything properly at the moment, but she was glad that this man was understanding and didn't yell at her to get the words out of her mouth.

She didn't really answer the sentence with words, but instead opted to groan, hoping that he would get the message that she was in pain. "I think you have hit your head on the concrete, Signorina. Shall I take you to a doctor?" Concern was clearly etched into his face, but Amalia just wanted to smack him for stating the obvious.

Of course she had hit her head on the concrete. What else would she be down her for, staring up at the beautiful buildings just for the heck of it. "It hurts.." She croaked, her shaky voice matching the mood that she was in. "If you are not able to move, then I must carry you to the doctor." Amalia didn't really care at the moment. The only thing that she was worried about was the brain cells that she was losing at the moment. Well not really, but you get the gist of what she means. The pain was worse when he moved her, and Amalia cried out as he moved her head so that it was now resting on his shoulder; as he walked through the streets with her in his arms. "Do not worry mia cara. We will be there soon."

Soon should've came quicker than it did, but Amalia knew that she shouldn't be complaining. It was her fault after all.

The strange man with green eyes rested her unto a table that seemed to be covered with a dark green type of cloth, which was actually quite comfortable. Amalia didn't pay attention to the words that were exchanged between the doctor and the green-eyed man, but after a minute or so she felt a soft touch to her head that should've been comforting, but instead sent spears of sharp pains through her head. "Does that hurt la mia donna." Amalia shook her head slowly as she heard the man sigh. "Well there seems to be slight bruising near the back of your head from the fall, but slight application of this medicine everyday will have it healed in no time."

The doctor applied the medicine to her head, and almost instantly was it feeling better. She said almost because saying instantly would have been a complete exaggeration. "Well that is it. That will be 400 florins." Amalia sat up and watched as the man handed over the doctor some florins.

"Thank you my good man." He told him. "Oh and make sure that she's on bed rest for today and tomorrow. I am almost positive that when she wakes up tomorrow morning that she will have a bad headache and be dizzy." With that the doctor turned his back to them and started calling out to the crowd to come to him if they have injuries.

"Um..Thank you," she whispered quietly while putting her head down in embarrassment. "It is nothing to thank me for. Any good citizen would have done that." A tint of red crossed her fair cheeks, now even more embarrassed at his comment. "May I ask what your name is?"

Amalia paused not really sure if she should tell the man her actually name or not. If she lied then she would surely feel guilty about not telling him even though he took her to the doctor and paid for it. On the other hand she could tell him the truth, but sneak in a white lie about not having a place to stay. Her thoughts stopped short as the man slowly pulled her chin up so that they were not at eye level with each other. Her breath caught in her throat and she sighed at how handsome the man was. He had green eyes that had small specks of orange near the pupil. He had light brown hair that seemed to turn a burnt orange in the sun, as well as high cheekbones and full lips that were a light pink color.

Amalia stopped her examination as she heard a slight chuckle come from him. "I take it you enjoy my features." At that moment, she had the sudden urge to stick her tongue out at him, but that seemed to childish and she didn't want to come off as immature to him. "Well if you must know," she started, trying to drag on the awkward silence for as long as possible. It stopped when his eyebrow raised in question, and she knew that she had lost the battle. "Amalia Salvatore De Luca." She spat.

He didn't even look phased at her sudden harshness in tone, but merely shrugged it off and smiled wider. "Demarco Costa." He took a step back and bowed, coming back up only with a smirk written on his face. "Is there a reason why your face is like that?" She asked, clearly annoyed at his sudden smirk. "Nothing. I am just wondering where this bella lives, that I may escort her home safely."

Here was the part the part where she would tell a lie. Amalia quickly frowned and turned her head away from his face. "I don't have a home." She answered, hoping that he would get the message. "I don't have anywhere to go."

"Do you need a place to stay then?" He questioned, now standing in her line of vision. "If it wouldn't be any trouble." She told him, truthfully. Even though she was aiming for staying at someone's house, she didn't want to be a burden on them at all. "Well then. Follow me Amalia."

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The villa wasn't as big as the Auditore's, but it was fairly big nonetheless. Not that she was complaining or anything about the size. It was actually quite cozy now that she thought about it.

"Lastly is the kitchen. I don't usually cook, so it's just a little bit dusty here. I'm sure that you can find some use of it."

"Just because I'm a lady, doesn't necessarily mean that I will automatically like the kitchen." She mumbled with her arms crossed across her chest. "I did not assume. You were the one that assumed."

"No you did." She retorted, getting fed up with his behavior. "Don't assume because it makes an ass out of you and me." With that she turned around and headed into the living room, ignoring the small chuckle that erupted from his throat. "I must say," he started, but stopped to follow her into the living room, "You are a very different lady, Amalia." A knock was heard on the door, in which Demarco held up a finger telling her to wait a second. Demarco exited the room leaving Amalia to sit there and think to herself. What exactly had she gotten herself into? Clearly this man had nothing to do with Ezio, but why had she met him instead of the man that she had picked behind the stall. She had expected that man to run from behind the stall and help her, but Demarco came out of nowhere.

Amalia put a hand to her forehead to make sense of what was exactly going on. She shouldn't be here. She should be on the road trying to find a way to Monteriggioni, or at least going to an Assassin so that she could at least get some type of help. Well, she couldn't really go up to the man and be like "Hey. My names Amalia, and you're an assassin. Let's be friends." Things didn't really work that way. She wished that it did. In all honesty, Amalia didn't really know why she was here. It wasn't like she would want to become an assassin. More like she would rather be protected by one, but it would be really rare for her to find an assassin.

Demarco seemed like he could be trusted. Of course she was in his debt because he brought her to the doctor, but she was a little uncomfortable around him, even though he treated her like she was part of his family. Speaking of family, Amalia wondered where exactly Claudia, Maria, and Ezio where right now.

"Are you hungry Amalia." She jumped in her seat and turned around to see Demarco standing there with a basket load of food. "Don't do that. You scared me." Demarco smiled in an attempt to lighten the mood, and held up the basket of food silently asking her if she was hungry. "Do you cook?" She asked, now standing in front of him. "The kitchen is dusty. What might you think?" He wittily replied. "Fine! Be that way."

"You know I was just teasing you mia cara. I mean nothing of it."

"So now you're trying to butter me up, huh." She joked, having a hint of amusement lacing her voice.

"You are not bread. Why would I need butter?" He questioned, head tilted, and eyes squinted just a little bit in question. Amalia found it utterly adorable, but would never voice that out loud. Instead she opted to smile slightly while biting on her lip slightly. "Nevermind…" She told him. Maybe saying phrases like that wasn't such a good idea. "Are you a good cook?" He inquired, making his way into the kitchen. "Well," she drawled out," It depends on what I'm cooking." Amalia followed him into the kitchen, and eyed him as he placed the basket on the counter. He started to take vegetables and meats out of the basket and place it to the side where a plate rested. "Wait!" She yelled. You should wash the plate first before you go and put meat on it."

Demarco nodded and they both set out to clean the kitchen and prepare a meal that wasn't yet decided. Amalia asked him if he wanted fried chicken with cooked vegetables and he responded with a hmm. She scowled at him, not really liking his answer. Any question in general that ended with a one worded answer or a grunt really pissed Amalia off. If someone asks you a question they should answer with a sentence. No one wants to her groans and grunts as an answer. They sound like a friggin' cave man.

"So tell me Amalia. I would like to get to know you more. Tell me a bit about yourself."

After spending almost an entire day with Demarco she got to know about him more than he knew about her. It was a little unfair that she knew a lot about him, like how his parents died in a fire on the ranch that they used to own, just a little ways from San Gimignano. His sister had apparently married a rich scholar, but was murdered by an unknown person. He apparently wanted revenge on his sister, but put his anger into working as carpenter. Amalia found him to be quite an interesting man, and she was glad that he was the one that had taken her to the doctor. Even though earlier she had said that she would have preferred to have the man from the stall take her in, she changed her mind and was glad that Demarco did.

"Well…" He said waiting for her to tell him.

"Well you wouldn't really believe me if I told you." She responded, turning around so that their eyes met his green ones.

This was going to be a long story to tell.

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"That's quite a story you have told." He said in disbelief.

"No I'm being serious. That's the story. Although I can't remember the other half of it, I was hoping that there was some way that I could figure out why exactly I'm here." Amalia specifically left out the parts about Assassin's and Templars, not really sure if Demarco would report her to the guards about what she had told him. Instead she told him that she knew she had lived in another life, and that she had been put through an Animus and woke up in Italy.

Of course he had to do the same head tilt that almost made her squeal, but he closed his eyes and smiled a little. "I believe that you are telling the truth, despite the look on my face. Although it seems a little…questionable, but I do not judge." A grin broke across her face, making her get up to hug him around the waist. "I knew you'd understand." He chuckled and pushed her back away from his body. "Since the sun has disappeared, I believe that it is my bedtime. Unfortunately I do not have an extra bed, and that you may have to sleep in the same bed as me."

"It shouldn't be a problem.." She pointed a finger at his nose, making him back up a little. "As long as you don't try anything."

"Do not worry. I'm a man of my word."

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That morning when Amalia woke up she felt disgusting. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, sweat matted her entire body making the small amount of covers that covered her body stick to the exposed areas of her skin. What was even more uncomfortable was the fact that a lazy arm was thrown over her waist and she felt a hot breath in her ear. Amalia groaned at the fact that she had actually agreed to sleep in the same bed as a man she had met just a day ago.

She had no idea exactly what she was thinking, but at least her head wasn't hurting her as much as yesterday. Gently taking the arm from around her waist, she pushed it off of her and made to sit up, but the room started spinning.

"Woah." A warm hand touched her forehead, and she snapped in the direction of the owner to see Demarco lying there with no shirt on. She blushed and covered her cheeks, turning away from him to give him privacy. "You do not have to turn your head away from me."

"B-but, it's embarrassing. I can't look at a naked man." She yelled, clearly flustered at the situation that she was in.

"But I am not naked. My shirt is just missing." He reassured her, now sitting up in the same position that she was in. "Still, it's weird. I just slept next to you. If any person had walked in on us they would've thought that we had had…had s-s…the s word."

"You mean sexual intercourse." He said finishing the sentence for her.

"Please don't say that. It makes me feel married." She responded, pushing the covers away to make her way out of the bed.

"Sex is not just for married people." He pushed, trying to continue the conversation, even though Amalia had tried many times to get out of it. "Ok. Can we just stop talking about this subject please?" Amalia grabbed a tunic off the chair in the room, ignoring the fact that it was Demarco's, and pulled it over her head, not concerned about how much of a bird's nest her hair was at the moment.

"Can we just grab breakfast or something. I'm starving."

"Are you always this hungry." He asked, staring at her figure and how she keeps it, even though she eats more than he does. "Yeah, but it depends on what I'm craving for. I'm in the mood for pasta right now. Do you have pasta?"

"I believe that I have some."

"Good." She mumbled, shuffling from the bedroom, and making her way into the kitchen. Yawning, she threw her arms over the counter and laid there waiting for Demarco to come into the kitchen so that he could show here where exactly everything was. It seemed like ages as she waited for him to exit his room, but when he did he was fully dressed. "What are you doing?" She asked. Amalia walked in front of him and eyed his attire. He looked sharp in his white long sleeved shirt, and brown vest with brown pants, but she wouldn't tell him that. "I am going to the doctor to buy medicine for your head. I will be back in a little while."

He smiled widely and pecked her on the cheek surprising her greatly. Before she could yell at him for pulling something like that, the man was out the door before she could say what the hell. Amalia placed a tentative hand on her cheek and her eyebrows creased in confusion.

What was that all about?

A/N: Here comes the new character. I know that he's not in the Assassin's Creed II story line, but I figured I might spice up the story with a new character. I don't want this to be the same typical trapped in the Assassin's Creed II world, so I decided to add him. Comment and tell me what you think so far about the story. Well hopefully I'll be able to type up chapter 4 in study hall tomorrow, so look forward to this Thursday. But I'm not promising anything.