Assassin's Creed Imagines, Preferences, Theories etc.

Database Hidden Entry #2

It must have been the middle of September last year when it was obvious that James was not the One. His gray eyes were not the ones I had been looking for, and his curly hair became from his best trait to his worst curse.

Cause he had just waisted my time and I were damning myself for dedicating those last weeks trying to get to know to him and uncover any secrets or mysteries he had been hiding for long.

I was outraged of course as I slowly started to realize that, no he was not the One and that he only consisted of thoughts about sex, drink and money wrapped up in a boney shell and a meaty crust instead... Just an idiot next door... While the one I were looking for was supposed to be a little bit more - how can I explain it- virtuous. But in a more reckless way...

And there I was now in the beautiful New York with the night breeze running in the streets like a bobcat and playing with my hair, trying to get into a room packed with people, while dark clouds brought the scenario of staying in the rain to mind.

After a lot of pushing, shoving and hateful glare-giving I made it to the young man standing behind the bar, an air of over-confidence surrounding him, while he were turning back and forth serving people who must have thought him to be a god, for they were cheering when they got his attention. A tall blonde chick had bend over the wooden bar structure and trying to flirt with the bar-man, getting frustrated when she was ignored. I rolled my eyes, getting an annoyed glare in return.

My eyes got fixed on the barman who probably realized he was being watched. He seemed to notice my lack of drink and approached me, the wooden bar standing between us.

"What should I get you, miss?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. I smiled back. "Would I be too much out of the style of the place if I asked for a glass of rum? Without being watered and other crap..." said I instead of answering.

He raised an eyebrow, the smirk still on his face, brown strands of hair escaping their way to his face. He was to say the least, interesting.
"No, you would actually be one of the most badass ladies around..."

"Up you go, then..."

He laughed. I got my drink a few moments later.

"You are not from here, right?" he asked while preparing others' orders.

"No, and neither are you..."

"What makes you think that?"

I raised my shoulders. "Your accent..." and he seemed surprised by my guess.

"I've been living here for quite a while... I hoped my accent would not betray me..."

"Well... it looks like it did..."

He gave the blonde chick her drink and ignored her attempt to flirt with him, returning to the place I was sitting.

He told me he ran away from his parents at sixteen, that he hated the way they treated him and that they were too strict.

I told him my story. How I got lucky and found a home in a rather rich family and told him they were hiring people for their ships and that he could get a better job. He pushed the idea away. He loved 'this place' waving his hand to stress his point.

His shift finished a while later and he offered to take me home. I told him my roommate despised bringing others to the flat, and we ended up in his small apartment instead. He told me everything about him and the more I got to know him the more I were convinced he really was the One. I let my guard down. I were right this time.

What happened later meant nothing more than simply sating any thirst for pleasure and as I woke up on his bed next morning, I called The Boss.

Well, why not? The news were the best.

I had found him.

After all these months, my mission was now complete.

A while later he was taken by my "family's" men.

I had found Desmond Miles.

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Name's Mariam Stevenson

Her father was Vidic's friend for years and Mariam followed the family's tradition into the Templar Order and Abstergo. She helped capture Desmond, but got assassinated a while later.

Rebecca here, by the way. Shaun doesn't not like talking about Desmond, so here I am I guess.

Uh... I am sorry Initiate... I really am... But we miss him so much...

Please go to sleep... we will continue tomorrow.

Get some rest.

Sent : 7 pm
From: Rebecca Crane