A/N: I'm so proud of myself that I'm able to post once again, and I'll try and do that more often. So far I think the story has been coming along pretty well and I'm so glad that the O's that are being used for breaks work well. Thanks to the people that have read the story so far and favorited it. It makes me happy to know that people enjoy this story enough to favorite it. Also for your information I'm going to change around the story to first person sometimes, because typing in first person is a little easier, but the only reason why I'm so hesitant to type it is because I'm afraid that I'll use 'I' too many times.

AND OMFG I SAW A LITTLE BIG PLANET ASSASSIN'S CREED II DOLL! That just has to be thee cutest thing on the face of the planet.

Disclaimer: If I had owned Assassin's Creed II, I would've already put myself into the game, but sadly I don't own it.

Also thank you to those that have reviewed. You know who you are because right now I don't feel like addressing you directly.

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Why was it that every time Demarco came into the room, she felt like hiding in a corner, and sheltering herself from the world. He always knew how to bother her and make her blush at the slightest things, and it annoyed her to no end. For example, the morning he left to get her medicine for her head, he came back with a set of dresses…and undergarments. When she had taken a look at them she nearly had a heart attack, as the lingerie was a little bit too provocative. She was mad that he would ever think that she would wear that, but the outfit she was wearing could say otherwise.

Another misunderstanding happened as they slept in the same bed together. They had tried to fall asleep one night, but Amalia's stupid hand just had to "accidentally" touch Demarco's…..package. It had felt big, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she screamed and jumped out of the bed covering her face with the duvet that she had managed to drag off with her, leaving a half naked Demarco laughing on the bed. She had sworn to him that the next time something like that happened she would kick him out of his own bed and put him on the couch.

Of course Demarco responded by saying that she was the one that had made the first gesture. That entire conversation made her want to rip her hair out, but that night instead of going back into bed with him she slept in a little ball on the floor with the duvet wrapped around her like a cocoon. At the moment Amalia was standing by the doorway waiting for Demarco to finish dressing, as he told her that he was going to show her around town, as well as the place he worked. Her mood had increased and she was excited to get shown around the city.

He had told her that it wasn't anything big, but it was still some sight to see because the buildings were built skillfully. Demarco had also added that there were a couple of buildings that he had built himself.

Conceited Bastard.

"Come on Demarco. I swear you're worse than a woman when it comes to dressing." She yelled, while patting her hair down, trying to tame the wild strays that had managed to pass by when she had brushed her hair that morning. "I am coming Amalia. I just want to look my best when going out." He emerged from the bedroom, making his way towards her and cupped her cheek as they were now standing within close proximity of each other. "Especially when walking with a bella donna as yourself.

She was never going to get used to him complementing her all the time.

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"This is the tailor, where I got your dresses of course. And-" He stopped as he was interrupted by her.

"Whay, whay wait wait wait. Hold up now. If this is a tailor," she said emphasizing the word tailor," How come you know my size." She questioned crossing her arms against her chest. "You're the same size as my sister." He said quickly, obviously wanting to dodge that topic.

Well, she couldn't really get mad at him for that. Maybe she should lighten up a little around him. As they started walking back through the streets, and into the market place, a question popped into her head that had been bothering her for the three days that she had stayed with him.

"Have you ever been to Monteriggioni?" She asked watching Demarco stoop down to pick up a fallen apple from a fruit stand. "Yes, but the town is in bad shape at the moment. Why do you ask?" He turned around to face her, waiting for her to tell him what's on her mind. "I kind of wanted to go there." She told him, digging her foot into the ground and drawing slow circles. "It is only a half a day ride from here. If you wish, we could travel there together." Her face instantly lit up and she crushed him to death with the bear hug that she had given him. If it were any by stander it would have seemed that he had asked her to marry him and that she was overwhelmed with joy. "It is nothing, but there is a problem though." He said, pulling her body away from his, that now the both of them made eye contact.

"I am short on florins and do not get paid till a much later date. But I assure you that I will take you to Monteriggioni." Amalia sighed as the information was relayed to her. How was she supposed to wait until later? What she needed to do was get to Mario's villa as soon As possible. There wasn't really a real reason as to why, but it just seemed like the right thing to do instead of staying in this town. Maybe if she waited a couple of days, Ezio would show up with Mario and his thieves. They were supposed to come here to kill Vieri de Pazzi, but she didn't know exactly when.

She figured that she might just have to stick it out.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent as Demarco showed her around town and went to the market to buy food for dinner later. "I will be right back Amalia. I must go speak to Antonio before his shop closes." Demarco lead her into an alley and held up a finger as he opened a side door to the house in front of her, stepping inside and disappearing. Amalia felt weird standing out here by herself. Especially when it was starting to get late and the sun was going down until only shades of pink and orange could be seen on the horizon.

"Come on," she mumbled, foot tapping rapidly. "How long does it take you to talk to this Antonio." A minute or so had probably past, but to Amalia it felt like a year. She was a very impatient person and hated it when she had to rely and wait on someone. Of course if she knew the layout of the town like the back of her hand, she would've been gone already. A crashing noise startled her out of her reverie. Turning her head to the left she saw nothing down the alleyway. Only a bunch of papers were scattered unto the ground.

"Hmph." She shrugged and turned back to glare at the door, trying to make Demarco come out faster. Another crashing noise came from her left and she whipped her head around to see nothing there. "What the hell." She mumbled, now standing up straight. Something told her to not head down in that direction, but she just felt weird hearing noises and not knowing what it was exactly.

"I swear, if there are guards in that direction. Imma cut their balls off and feed it to Demarco for dinner." Amalia clenched her teeth in sheer annoyance as she headed down the alleyway at a slow pace. A fallen piece of wood was to her right, and she picked it up, raising it above her head in case anything was to pop out from around the corner. "Who's there?" She shouted, taking very small steps forward. When she heard no answer she stuck her head around the corner to see nothing. "Guess it was nothing." Amalia laughed to herself and turned around to smack right into a hard chest.

She screamed and jumped back to see an amused Demarco standing there with a strange look in his eyes. "Don't do that. You scared me half to death." He didn't respond, but instead motioned for her to follow him. "Umm.." It was an awkward silence, even though Amalia tried many times to strike up a conversation. "Well…what did you and Antonio discuss." She prodded.

"You know. Important matters." He responded, ending the conversation right there.

Something wasn't right. Before Demarco had entered his friends shop he had been responsive and answered all the questions that she had asked him. Now he seemed to be uninterested in her speaking at all. "Are you alright?"

"I am fine Amalia. Why do you ask?"

"Well for one, you kind of stopped talking, and two I'm pretty sure we've been walking around in circles because that is the second time that I've seen that old woman and her dog sitting on the bench." She expressed while pointing to the woman.

Demarco stopped in his tracks and laughed lightly. "I did not notice."

"Yeah.." She dragged on and rolled her eyes, taking a large step away from him. "Can we just get home because my feet are really hating me at the moment." He flashed a toothy smile and grabbed her hand, dragging her in the correct direction of his house. "Ow! That really hurts you know." She added, trying to twist her wrist out of the vice grip that he had on it. Demarco opened the door to his home and let go of her wrist when he saw two men standing in the middle of his room.

"Demarco. How good it is to see you." A man said, getting up from the couch to give him a friendly hug. Both men exchanged greetings with Demarco and stood back just to notice her. "And who might this be. A new courtesan."

Amalia turned her nose up in disgust and fumed in her spot as all three men just laughed it up. Oh how much she just wanted to wipe the grins right off of their faces. "No I'm not a courtesan. But I will be the lady that kicks your ass when need be." The man with a dark blue painters hat and chin length hair stopped laughing and approached her with anger clearly written on his face. "Watch who you're talking to woman. I could have you easily arrested." He growled raising a hand to slap her. Before it came in contact with her face, Demarco grabbed his hand, holding him back. "What are you doing?" The man hissed grabbing his hand back.

"It is not right to hit a woman. Especially one that is defenseless." He responded, holding back the man from trying to hit her again. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!" The man screamed, clearly ignoring Demarco.

Instead of getting angry like Amalia should've done, she laughed placing her hands on her hips. "You are a funny man." She started, getting into his face and held back the urge to spit on his unattractive face. "I can have you killed." He breathed, gripping her on her shoulder as hard as he could. Amalia didn't flinch at all, but just smirked and ripped her shoulder from his hand harshly. She moved past him, purposely hitting his shoulder out of the way. Demarco's laugh flooded her ears as she stomped up the stairs clearly frustrated with how she handled that.

"If I ever get my hands on him…" Amalia stopped to growl under her breath, throwing herself unto the bed face first.

"Damn that man."

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"I can't take this anymore. Staying inside this house has proved my insanity." She couldn't take it anymore. Amalia had woken up in the middle of the night, bored out of her mind. The past few days Demarco had been out of the house more times than she could count, and each time he told her to stay inside and not leave. He didn't own her. Why should she listen to what he says and stay inside like some trapped mouse. To hell with that.

If she couldn't be free right now, what makes you think that she would be free later. Instead of sitting there she threw the covers off of herself. There wasn't really any bags that she could take to put her belongings in, but she instead grabbed a large basket. As quickly as she could she stuffed the basket with all of her clothes, making sure to fold them neatly so that all of them could fit. Of course she didn't buy all the clothes herself. Demarco had been kind enough to buy her clothing, but even with his nice hospitality she still didn't like the fact that he tied her down.

For once she felt married to a possessive man, which she indeed did not appreciate at all. As she finished packing up her stuff and some food from the cupboard downstairs, Amalia changed into a dark white tunic and dark brown pants, with brown boots. It was comfortable enough to travel in, plus people would mistake her for a guy if she pulled the hood up on the tunic. It would make for easy travel. People wouldn't think twice about a man traveling by himself, but a woman would make things totally different. A groan could be heard upstairs, making Amalia's blood run cold. If Demarco caught her here, he would surely tie her down from trying to escape. "Dammit." She grumbled, gathering a bunch of florins off of the table that was in the kitchen.

He shouldn't mind her taking the florins. He probably didn't need it anyway. Amalia left as quickly as possible, sticking to the shadows to avoid being spotted. A bunch of guards passed by arguing with each other, and didn't spare a glance in her direction making her happy. Maybe she could get out of the city unspotted.

Just her luck she saw Demarco's front door open, making her squeal mentally, and push back further into the darkness. She watched as he exited the house, glancing around with anger clearly written on his face.

If he ever caught her right now, he would definitely report her to the guards for robbery. Amalia didn't stay very long, but instead ran towards the gates, making it there as fast as she could. A bunch of horses stood there just asking to be stolen, which she took up on their offer. A white stallion neighed at her as she approached, but calmed down as she stroked its mane. "Good boy…or girl. Whichever."

Mounting took longer than she expected, but once she did, yelling could be heard in the distance. She turned around to see Demarco running towards her yelling for her to stop. "Shit!" She tugged on the reigns as hard as she could, making sure to hold on tightly to her basket as the horse took off at a lightning speed. "Ack! Slow down you stupid horse." Of course the thing had no idea what she was saying, but kept going faster making sharp turns that almost threw her off. Another pair of hooves could be heard on the ground making its way towards her.

As you could guess, Demarco was right behind her, quickly catching unto her tail. Amalia could feel panic rise because for one she had a crazy man on her tail yelling for her to stop, and two she had no idea where Monteriggioni was. Instincts kicked in, telling her to make a sharp turn right, in which she did and headed up the path. The further she got the less she heard Demarco until she could not see him behind her. A breath of relief passed through her lips as she felt that the worse was over. For now at least.

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Morning came faster than expected, and Amalia was as tired as the horse. She didn't know how long that she had been traveling for, but it put a big toll on her. More than once had her eyes started drooping, but the sheer fear of falling of the horse and getting trampled kept her awake. She was determined to get to Monteriggioni as quick as possible, but her horse just stopped. Even when she tried pulling on the reigns it just wouldn't budge. Growling she got off of the horse and stroked its mane, hoping that maybe that little bit of affection would keep the horse going, but it just stood there staring at her. "Fine. Don't move. Stupid horse." Amalia started walking away, but stopped as she felt a nudge in her back.

She turned around to stare at the horse, who would not stop touching her back with its nose. "Alright. I guess you're traveling with me then." Rolling her eyes she grabbed the reigns and led the horse in the direction of where the path kept winding. After walking for a good mile or so, Amalia's stomach started growling, and she couldn't help but blush, even though nobody was around. The bread and cheese that she had taken from Demarco's kitchen sounded very good right about now. She stopped the horse and stood there while taking out the bread as carefully as she could trying not to drop it. Placing the cheese inside the bread, Amalia took a bite out of it, grinning at the taste.

Never had dry bread and cheeses tasted so good to her. She licked her lips and ate as quickly as she could making a mental note to eat as much as she could once she arrived to Mario's villa. Up in the distance she saw a looming wall which made her get excited. Moving back more to take a look at it, her heart raced as she figured that she had finally made it. Without remembering that her horse had been resistant to her riding her, Amalia jumped on and pulled the reigns hard. "Come on you old horse. Start moving!"

The horse didn't even twitch which made her growl. "Let's see how nice you are when I eat an apple in front of you." She got off and made a beeline for the wall with the horse tagging behind her. For the love of peaches! Why the hell was the horse moving when she was not riding it. Amalia growled more and more as the horse was now dashing next to her, almost passing her a couple of times. "I swear everyone hates me."

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Monteriggioni wasn't as she had expected. It was gloomy, dirty and stank more than a dogs feces. And trust me, dog feces smells pretty bad. The puddles were never ending as she stepped around them trying to avoid sinking mud holes that seemed to pop up everywhere. Had people never heard of personal hygiene? Amalia scrunched her noise in disgust as she passed by a man who looked like he hadn't taken a bath in ages.

"Yuck." She stuck her tongue out and maneuvered away from him, glad that she no longer had to smell something so bad. Up ahead she saw a mansion that looked anything but. The windows on the first floor were boarded up and the wood looked rotted, as if it had been eaten out by termites. Amalia shuddered visibly as she walked up the stairs leading to the mansion. Somewhere in her head Amalia knew that this was Mario's Villa, but for some reason something inside of her hoped that it wasn't. She knew that she shouldn't be complaining, because at least it was a place to live.

She couldn't really complain about that, could she?

The door was open which she assumed that she should take as an invite. Walking in cautiously, Amalia called out hoping that someone would hear her and come running down. "Hello." She called for the third time, making a right into a room that had a model of the town. Diagonally across from the town model was a desk with a large book sprawled out across the desk. Behind it was a large chest that had a bunch of books and candles next to it.

Seeing that no one was in the room she exited and went out the front door. Maybe someone's around back. Walking around the mansion was like trudging through mud and…well mud. It wasn't really pleasant at all. Her shoes that Demarco had bought (even thought they were ugly), were getting dirty, but you couldn't really tell because they were dark brown boots. Around back (in her opinion) looked worse than the front. It was still boarded, but the boards were hanging off. As she walked closer, talking could be heard.

She faintly heard Ezio's voice, along with another. Deciding to get closer she stood with her back to the wall next to the door. She took in a sharp breath and looked inside to see Ezio talking to a man, whose back was to her. Amalia felt a little bad for eavesdropping on their conversation, but she needed to wait for them to end their conversation so she could make her presence known.

It didn't exactly go according to plan. Her hood had got caught on a loose nail making her curse under her breath. The curse wasn't what made them know that someone was there. It was the fact that she turned around to untangle the hood. When she turned around a large cockroach was on the wall, making her eyes bulge out of her head. Amalia screamed and quickly covered her mouth as she realized her mistake. Shit. There wasn't really anywhere to hide, so Amalia decided to run around to the front, but was noticed as she heard Ezio yell for her to stop.

He chased her, but Amalia didn't know why she kept running. Ezio knew who she was, kind of. More like Federico knew who she was. She had only encountered Ezio once or twice as she stayed at the villa, but he didn't personally know her. Fear crept its way into her bones, because even though she knew that she could trust Ezio, she didn't know if he could trust her.

Sure she had been the random woman that had been staying at the villa, but that didn't necessarily mean that he should trust her right away. "Come back here!" Amalia made a sharp left, but then realized that it was pointless to run. Of course Ezio would find her anywhere. Wasn't he the reason that she had came here in the first place.

With that thought Amalia skidded to a stop and waited for the impact that never came. Instead a white robbed Ezio came around and stood in front of her. "Who are you, and why were you listening to our conversation?"

Amalia smirked at his questions. She technically listening to his conversation, but just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Well…maybe not so much. In his perspective he would've assumed that she was listening, but she was more looking for him. "Answer my questions." He yelled with an icy tone. Instead of talking Amalia removed her hood making him gasp. Her eyes locked unto his, and she shyly smiled.

"Amalia.." Ezio's shock lasted longer than it should've, but she was glad that he didn't hit her for sneaking around. "What are you doing here?" His head titled, which made a familiar face pop up in her head. "Travels.." She responded, telling everything, but leaving out certain things. Amalia couldn't really exactly tell him what she was doing here, because that would lead to more questions and raise suspicions.

"Why?" By then Mario made himself known and stood next to Ezio, looking at her questionably. "And who might this be nipote?" He asked, not really sure if he could trust her or not.

"This is Amalia Salvatore de Luca. She was a guest at my father's villa before he…" That sentence put a damper on her mood, in which she looked at the ground, sadness now washing over her. "Federico knew her more than I did though." He added while looking at her through the corner of his eye also making hinting at the fact that he wasn't so sure if he could trust her. "Look," She started, confidence now taking over as she looked at the both of them. "I' m here because I have nowhere else to go, and I figured that maybe I could be of some help."

"The position that I'm in right now isn't the greatest, as you may think that I was eavesdropping, but I came through the front door and no one seemed to be out there. That's when I decided to come around back and see if anyone was there. Then I saw a bug and screamed…and you know the rest…" She trailed off hoping that maybe they would believe her and accept her as their friend.

Ezio squinted at her, as if not sure if he should believe her, but the doubt soon wore off. He motioned for her to follow making Amalia glad that he didn't question any further. Mario and Ezio led her into through the front door, telling her that there was a spare bedroom upstairs. "You'll find it down the hall, first door on the right." Amalia bowed numerous times, but was stopped as Mario put a hand on her shoulder. A light blush appeared on her cheeks in which she quickly covered by turning away and making her way upstairs.

Just like he had said, first door on the right was empty. The room was much better than what Demarco had, and she was glad that she didn't have to share a bed anymore. You kind of get tired of being in the same bed with someone, especially when they constantly roll over on you in the middle of the night, crushing your ribs in the process. Her clothes were gone quickly, leaving her in a dark blue nightgown, which was made of a soft material that made her smile. It was soft enough to make her eyes start dropping as she lowered herself unto the bed that was nicely made.

Getting under the covers, she shivered at the sudden cold at the fact that no one had been on the bed, but her body heat soon warmed her up. Amalia soon fell asleep peacefully, thankful that she had found Mario's villa and that they had not turned her away at all.

A/N: Okay so the ending was kind of bad, but hopefully you enjoyed the story nonetheless. :) Next update will be soon.