This is my first ever Assassin's Creed fanfiction. I've read a lot of stories that start off with Haytham romances then it quickly focuses back to Connor. As much as I love Connor, I am not ashamed to say that I have recently fallen in love with Haytham too. I don't think he gets enough love so I've decided to write this. It's been bouncing around in my head for over a month now and I've finally gotten around to writing down. I hope you like it and I apologize if there are any mistakes, it's 1am here so I'll check it over in the morning if there are any errors. Hope you like the story! :)

The midnight air was cold. Chilling winds whispering across the sky only added to her doubt. But Amelia was determined, fearless and it was those things that had brought her up to this wretched rooftop. Watching his every move down below, she waited. Her heart quickened with every beat, hands sweated as she realised her hidden blades; preparing to pounce. As he stepped out into the snow, hard boots crushing on the ground beneath him. A slight shake of his head to dust the flakes of winter from the dark blue of his cloak and hat. Her eyes followed him as he made his way down the street through the alleyways and into the shadows. She glided effortlessly from roof to roof, scaling each and every brick with ease before sliding down a rope dropping gracefully to the white snow covered ground. Amelia's hands shook, her lips curved with anger and hatred. There was no turning back, she had come too far. An Assassin Mentor about to kill the Templar Grandmaster, it only seemed fitting.

Stepping forward, she moved swiftly around the corner taken from the moonlight and into the shadows. She froze as she saw his still form stood at the end of the alley, her eyes narrowed as daggers shot to the back of his head. Drawing her hidden blades back, she moved to strike forward.

"Come to kill me Assassin?"

Amelia stopped dead. Her eyes grew wide. Surely he could not have heard her, she had been so careful. The questions in her mind faded when he turned to face her. The smug smirk on his face angered her even more.

"You knew."

"Of course I did. You Assassins are not a nimble as you like to think you are."

"I beg your pardon?!"

He let out a deep chuckle as he stepped forward, arms placed behind his back.

"I've been expecting this encounter for quite some time. I only though it fitting that I see the face of final Assassin Mentor before I kill you."

"Bold words from a man about to die."

Amelia pounced forward, her blade striking deep into the Templar's arm. He quickly doubled back drawing his sword, swinging back clashing against the metal of Amelia's hidden blade. He pushed back with great force, twisting Amelia's arm as she winced in pain. She flinted as she felt her wrist click, falling pale at the sight of her own blood that ran down her arm. Taking another glance only then did she realize that he had broken her blade. Stepping back she stumbled allowing the Grandmaster to push her back against the wall. Her breath caught in her chest as he held his sword to her neck. Eye red with hatred and anger, he pressed harder as the sword started to tear through her flesh.

"You are not the first Assassin to make an attempt on my life and you certainly won't be the last. But I can assure you, I will not wait another second before I have rid the world of all who follow your ignorant Creed."

Amelia's heart stopped as she felt the sword drive against her stomach.

"Oi! You there!"

Both Assassin and Templar stopped as they saw the group of Redcoats approaching. Amelia took a chance as she threw her knee to meet the Grandmaster's gut. Sword clashed to ground as she stumbled back, Amelia took this as her chance to escape. Sprinting for the wall she quickly climbed to the roof, charging forward. Every foot carefully placed against the heavy snow settled upon the rooftops.

"Apprehend those two men!"

"Yes Sir"

Amelia groaned inwardly. It wasn't the first time she had been mistaken for a man. In fact some may have called her ruthless, a killer. But what else could she be, given the world she lived in? Especially a world that greatly underestimated the strength of a woman.

Lost in her thoughts, her feet misguided her as Amelia slipped from the roof. A small gasp left her lips as a hand took hold of her wrist. Glancing up at her saviour she was shocked to see the Grandmaster pulling her back to safety. Her eyes silently found his in disbelief. What reason would he have to save her now.

"There they are! After em'!"

Both Assassin and Templar took off together across the rooftops and throw the snow. The echo of gunshots threw through the air as the Redcoats gave chase after them. Sliding down the wall and through the alley. They moved swiftly the gardens and over the fences. The empty streets illuminated by the midnight moon sat silent. Amelia cautiously ran through with the Templar close behind.

"They went this way!"

"Damn!"

Amelia desperately took the Grandmaster's arm and dragged him back through the narrow alleyway walls. Her heart pounded with each beat, a strange urge to keep the Templar by her side to ensure escape. She couldn't understand it but a part of her wanted to save him from the Redcoats as well as herself. Dashing through the streets they both stopped greeted with a group of Redcoats, each arm with rifles pointed straight at them. Looking around they both knew there was no chance of escape.

"Well well look what we've got ere'. Looks like we got ourselves a couple of trouble makers. Take em' to the Fort. I'm sure Mister Whitmore would like a little chat with these two."