Written in Blood

Chapter 1: Freak out?Why not?

Desmond's POV:

Desmond Miles was not one to freak out. He didn't do freaking out. Nine years on the run from the assassins kinda do that to you. But suddenly appearing in what looked to be Rome in the renaissance from modern day Monteriggioni was a perfectly acceptable reason to be freaking out, thank you very much. So you would excuse him for having the urge to repeatedly face plant a nearby wall and scream like a little girl. But the stares that he realized he was garnering from passing civilians reminded him that now was not the time to freak out. Now was time to find a safe place to freak out in. The middle of a crowded street was definitely not one such place. He needed to get somewhere safe and wait for Lucy and the others to get him out of...whatever the fuck he was in right now. He heard Rebecca yelling. Something about a glitch and overlapping memories while he was in the animus before blinding gold light had completely consumed his vision. He managed to somehow find himself, not Ezio, here in Renaissance Rome. At least that partially explained why he was here. A glitch. So he just needed to stay alive couple of centuries in the past and wait for Rebecca to solve it so he could return to his own time. Simple. At least, that's what he hoped it'd be... That decided, the young animus subject moved to blend in with the crowds, heading in the direction of the nearest viewpoint he remembered. So preoccupied with sorting his thoughts the young time traveller was, that he failed to realize that he had caught the attention of a certain white hooded individual up on the rooftops.

Ezio's POV:

Hazel hues tracked the progress of the strangely garbed individual, moving fluidly through the crowded streets below. This man...this...queer replica of him had somehow managed to appear ,quite literally, out of thin air, in a flash of familiar gold light that sent shivers down his spine. It was an unnatural gold. The same eerie light the poured forth from the Apple of Eden, shining with such inhuman intensity and power that the mere thought of it made him feel a sense of uneasiness flow through his veins. Moving silently along the tiled roofs of Roma's immaculate architecture, Ezio scrutinized the stranger. The robes that garbed the man's lithe form were...intriguing. White, and made of what looked to be strong, expensive cloth. Thick with a highly complex stitching. Neat and smooth. In fact, it didn't even seem to be the product of human hands. The garment had a simple design, the plain white embroidery of an eagle on the back and a simple hood, though it seemed to be there for only aesthetic reasons since it was definitely too small to shadow a face. One could easily tell that the man was well to do to even be able to afford clothes of such high quality. Yet, this bizarre character, this foreign figure practically reeked of familiarity. The way he moved. The way he carried himself. It was neither with the proud strut of a Templar, nor the slinking strides of a thief. He moved...like an assassin. And a good one at that. Ezio's brows furrowed in confusion. He didn't recognize the man from anywhere or heard of anyone of his description before. After all, who wouldn't notice someone so distinct and intriguing, not only in features but his garb as well? Well, va bene, maybe the Borgia guards around the city, considering how effortlessly the man had just slipped past them. Either way, Ezio was sure the man had something to do with the Apple of Eden, considering his unorthodox way of transport, and thus could be a valuable asset or source of information. And Ezio was going to find out more about it. After all, what a master assassin wants, a master assassin gets. That was the last thing the Florentine thought of as he sailed across a gap onto another rooftop with practiced ease, focused fully on tailing his target, a small smirk plastered on his face.

Desmond's POV:

Desmond had always an acute awareness of when he was being watched. It had always been an inbuilt thing since he was a little squirt living on the farm. It was a useful little talent that he had used countless times before. Be it to catch the eye of a cute girl that had been staring the whole evening at Bad Weather, the bar he worked at, or to evade the assassins that had been tracking him since he ran away from the farm when he was sixteen. 'Spidey senses' it was dubbed by his brother back when they were still very young. It was this sixth sense, well seventh if you count eagle vision that he had acquired after his time as Altair in the animus, that made his little stay at Hotel Abstergo rather uncomfortable because he was constantly being watched all the time. Yes, even in the damned shower (the fucking perverts). So had the feeling never really left throughout his time there.

Twenty five years of his life, this little niggling at the back of his head had yet to fail him. However it did not comfort him that it had decided to make an appearance now of all times. Because it meant only one thing: he had been spotted. Warily, he glanced around his surroundings, eyeing the morning crowd that bustled around him in the busy piazza. No one seemed to be taking note of him, only the occasional curious glance at his appearance, so he shifted his gaze on to the rooftops. Desmond felt the blood leave his face. Standing at the edge on the roof of a nearby shop in all his assassin glory staring intently down with a hawk like gaze, was none other than his ancestor Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Well wasn't this gonna be such a wonderful, heartwarming reunion across centuries. Yeah right, who was he kidding? He was fucked!

Author's Note:

For those that have read this story before, as you can see, I have given it a bit of a revamp. I read through it recently and I wasn't satisfied with what I wrote. I hope you like the new improvements.

Please review or PM me if you have any suggestions or to tell what to think. Your opinion really matters a lot to me and I truly want to improve. :) I'd be changing a couple of things in the later chapters as well and am also simultaneously writing the new chapter.

And to all the readers old and new, hope you enjoy my little fic as much as i enjoy writing it.

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