Chapter 5.

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Ezio's Point of View

Now let's see if I can get in that pretty head of yours and find out how much you know about me and the bastard that took me. Savior or destruction huh? Well, seems to me that witch doesn't know shit. I turned, about to go drag the human out here when suddenly she ran right into me.

I caught her by her waist, she was about to fall and bust her ass. I realized what I had done and dropped her. "Ouch!" She screamed. "Don't be so clumsy human." I glared at her. When she got up, I started walking ahead of her.

"You were brought here to be a servant." I said looking over at her. She looked amazing. Even in sweatpants and sneakers. Stop it Ezio, this is a human. Nothing more, just a blood bag to feed yourself. "Your guards could have gotten anyone. Why did they have to come into my life and take me?"

She looked as if she were on the verge of tears. I entered her mind trying to figure out why she was feeling this way. I tried to make it seem as if I was just angry at her.

This man killed your family Isabelle. He's cold and heartless. He's the monster under every child's bed. You can not be this mans saviour. He was taken, just as you was from your family. Yet he's still so heartless. He cares only of himself. I wish I could leave this place and never return.

Finally I had enough of listening in her head. I knew now of how she thought of me. "Your right, I am a monster." I said looking straight forward. I couldn't let my eyes deceive me. "Can you please stay out of my mind?" I shot an angry glance her way. "I am king, I do as I please."

"Sorry." She apologized looking down at her feet. There were a few moments of silence that passed when she finally spoke. "I had another dream last night of you." She was looking at me now. I stopped dead in my tracks and pulled her to face me.

"What did you see?" This is ridiculous. She could not see in my past life. "She cleared her throat and I realized I had been squeezing her arm. When I let go, she started talking.

"I seen the same boy from before. His kidnapper had taken him to his castle. He was in the kitchen with the man that took him. He was begging him for some food. He looked no more than eight years old."

She paused as if she did not want to remember the nightmare, but she kept going. "The man threw him a chicken bone and the boy pleaded for more. The King got angry and back handed him across the face. The kitchen staff stared at disbelief. There was one whom looked very angry though. That's when the dream forwarded itself into the boys bedroom. He way lying in the floor of his room."

"He couldn't move and the angry woman from the kitchen found him before he died. She took him to the emergency room and got him help. The King demanded that he have breakfast and dinner every day for the rest of his life. That he had plans for the boy. He turned and left and the boy was walking to his room when the King slapped him across the face and told him if he ever embarrassed him again, he'd kill him."

She looked at the ground and I could tell she was crying. I knew exactly of her pain. She had not felt what I have in my thousands of years though. I feed her. I give her clothes. I let this hum- Isabelle do most things other servants aren't allowed to do.

I take morning walks by myself most of the time. Today, I had to get to know her better to try to understand what she was and who she was. I was a monster to her. That was clear. She trembled when I came around. I had no idea of what to say to her.

So I just went with my gut. "That boy that you have been seeing is me." I sighed. "When I was five I found my mother dead. The king of Italy took me from my mothers dead body and raised me to be a fighter." She looked at me as if she was confused. "My adopted father was human. I am the oldest made vampire, ever." I laughed as Isabelle's jaw dropped.

"How did yo-" she tried to ask me something when suddenly she bowed over and fell to her knees. Her eyes looked as if she stared into outer space. It must of been a vision. "Isabelle?" I tried to bring her back to reality, but it was no use. So instead I sat beside her and waited.

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