His Beautiful Witness.

⭐ Chapter 4: I Brought Mr Assassin Creed A Gift

The week of Christmas had arrived in no time. It had been days since the attack in my bedroom, everytime I looked at the knives in my kitchen, I would coil at the sight of the edge. I can't believe I met him. Why did I have to go for that walk? I should have just gone to bed.

I decided to avoid going anywhere at all, since his presence was ambivalent. He was really trying so hard to make me quiet. Could I atleast breathe?

A letter was dropped off to the isolated house. The Assassin removed the curtain to check who it was. It was one of his bosses private messengers who usually sends him information. He left it at the front porch, as he quietly left. The Assassin made his way to the deck and retrieved it. He opened the letter immediately. It contained his next victim's details. He was going to be kept busy during Christmas.

The tree lights were twinkling, the food was steaming. The essence of Christmas Eve got to me, as I munched on my mother's roast. Our night before Christmas was really simple and quiet. I snuggled up on the couch eating sticky date pudding as Frozen played on television. I could already feel the bulge in my stomach growing. Honestly Christmas always made me fat. Plus I needed to look fab in the dress I brought. But you can't exactly diet for this occasion. I disregarded the possibilities.

As much as I was trying to focus on television, the images of Mr Assassin's grip over me came into mind.' You interest me.' I was wondering what he was doing during this time. Was he going to spend Christmas alone? Did he even have any friends? He was a bloody killer, why would he have any? He did say he only killed the enemies. He shouldn't be too bad of a person. Should I get him a gift? I could get him something and wish him. Was he awake right now? I knew it was wrong to sneak back to his place, especially after the way he grabbed me. But Christmas was usually about giving and togetherness. I don't think he would be in the mood, but maybe I could change that. Gosh. I'm so stupid. Cut the crap! Your just thirsting to see his handsome face again.

I could feel the same adventerous bug hitting me again. 11:30 pm. I could pay him a little visit. Maybe we could do the countdown to Christmas together. Ok, I'm really losing it.

No! I turned off the tv. I grabbed a jacket and left the door half-locked. I decided to take the keys just in case. I made my way to his house.

I stood outside for some time, contemplating if I should go or not. I tried to locate the camera on the front of the house. But it was pitch black to notice if I was being watched or not. I decided to sing some Christmas Carols.

'Jingle bells, Jingle bells. Jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride on a one-horse open sleigh. Hey!'

'Hey.' The voice I have been waiting to here. 'Are you here at night to humiliate yourself with your terrible singing skills.' 'As crazy as it sounds, can I come in.' He stepped out of the shadows. 'You honestly don't listen to me, don't you. Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me.' 'Is that a yes or no? I can make up for my bad singing. And don't call me stupid!' 'You are. Little girl. You just don't understand what I am capable of. Fine! Come with me. This may be your last night. The only hope you would have is if you left a note for your parents, else they may not get to see their precious daughter's body ever again.' 'Is this how you welcome your guests. Rude.' 'What guests! No one knows I live here. Except you. And it should stay that way.'

He lead me to the lounge again, while I warmed myself next to the fireplace. He then grabbed my hand and placed me on the couch. He pressed himself aggressively next to me, as he neared my face in a murderous rage. 'Now quit playing games. And tell me the truth. What are you doing here?' He gripped my arm harder, drawing his nails into my flesh. Ouch. 'I just wanted to see what you were doing for Christmas. I thought you might be lonely, so I decided to drop by to give you some company for Christmas Eve.' 'I don't need anyone. I'm fine being by myself.' 'You know it doesn't hurt to be with someone. You may not realise it, but sometimes it is necessary. Don't you wish for someone to talk to? I don't understand how you live under these conditions.' 'He slowly lessened his grip on my arm. 'Oh.' He moved out of my way, letting me spruce myself up.