My Italian Roommate.

The woman across the hall

*Five years later; Ezio POV*

All I heard was running up and down the halls, followed by laughter. What the hell? When did this apartment have children? I groaned as I opened my eyes, the sunlight from the curtains peering in making me wince and shield eyes. What time was it? Looking over at my alarm clock it had read 6 am. I let out another groan. It was to early for this shit and it didn't help that I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep. That job last night had killed me but I was just glad it was done and I had the next two weeks off, aside from a bit of paperwork. Throwing off my blankets I got up and pulled on a pair of sweat pants before stumbling out of the bed and making my way out of my room to see what the commotion was all about. Rubbing the side of my face I opened the front door and walked into the hall. Right in front of me was an open door to the apartment across from me as well as a bunch of boxes lingering outside one of the doors. Was someone moving in? One of the boxes had been opened as a five year old boy had been digging through it, his long dirty blond falling in his face as his blue eyes sparkled. Not gonna lie, he was a pretty cute kid.

"Hey, kid, whats going on hmm? Why are you by yourself?" I asked as I looked around, seeing no one in sight. Was a family moving in? Despite the boxes I had noticed their was too little boxes for a family.

"Mommy's down stairs talking with the mean lady" The boy answered as he looked up at me, a grin forming on his face. I noticed a slight hint of an accent but not much and I couldn't quite place it either. "I'm trying to help mommy move the boxes in but I can't cause they're to heavy. I figured if I could take some stuff out I could drag it inside"

"Here, let me help you" I said as I walked over. The boy grinned as he stepped back some, allowing me to take his place. Grabbing the box I picked it up and headed into the apartment before setting it down on the floor, they had been really heavy what ahead been put in these things to make them weigh so much? surely it couldn't have been that bad otherwise the boxes would have been busted. Besides, if they were this heavy how did they get up here? Someone would have had to help them get all this up here so where had they been now. The apartment had been identical to my own- a very large living room with one glass wall on the side, the rest of the white walls neat as a turquoise blue strip outlined the walls. Off to the side was a largeish kitchen, filled with stainless steel appliances and a granite island, a large bowl of fruit sitting in the center under the hanging jar lights. A few "modern" paintings hung along the wall as a long gray couch sat in the middle of the room across from a large flat screen, a few coffee tables lingering around.

"You're really strong" the boy said as he looked at me in awe. I couldn't help but smile and chuckle as I picked up another three boxes and carried it in, trying to get all of it in so that he or his mother didn't have to worry. Where was his father? did he have other siblings? It had peaked my interest to know it had been just he and his mom.

"One day you'll be strong too, just give it time" I said as he followed me around. He looked at me as if he really hadnt interacted with many people. Was he sheltered? "What's your name?"

"Elijah" the boy answered as I grabbed the last two boxes and pulled them in. Most of them were heavy, I had to admit that. I hadn't been too sure why he had been attempting that but I understood his reasoning behind it. "What's yours?"

"Ezio" I said as I stepped back out into the hall before kneeling down in front of him, giving him a smile.

"Are you our neighbor?"

"I am" I answered "and if you and your mother ever need anything I'm right next door alright. But do me a favor, I know you're young but try to keep it down some. Some people are trying to sleep still"

"I will" Elijah said

"Grazie" I said as I stood back up. Just as I did I heard a gorgeous silky like voice came floating down the halls causing me to look up out of instinct and my jaw nearly dropped as I saw the woman approach us. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her waist long white hair had been half pulled into a bun as the rest hung down, her beautiful turquoise blue eyes bright against her golden tan skin as beautiful vibrant tattoos covered her skin like a canvas. Around her neck had been a variety of necklaces including an odd looking cross, a dog head, and a moon choker as gemmed rings lined her fingers. She wore a black veil brides cropped tank top and black ripped studded shorts. I had to bite my tongue as my eyes roamed her slender yet curvey figure and I couldn't help but feel a thrill rush through me. She was different.