Those Eyes-(LaurencexReader)

Part 1-Assassin

Key:
(H/L)= Hair Length
(R/C)= Random Colour
(H/C)= Hair Colour

In this story, it's an x reader, but u r crossed with an ender dragon so u have one purple eye. U don't have to, but the story does include that😂 And the assassin above is just an idea for your outfit, u can make up your own if u want.

•(Y/N)'S point of view•
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A crisp midnight breeze elevated my (H/L) hair off my shoulders, letting it fly with my cloak. I'm perching on the roof of a warm village home, the family living inside is unaware of my presence. Crowds of late night partyers pass by, blind to the assassin that is only a few meters away.

An old man sent me here, the target has the description of a stereotypical teenager who steals the elderly's jewellery. So pathetic. I know that killing people for money is bad, but stealing from the weak is worse. Too bad this kid messed with the wrong oldey. I normally reject the teenage killings. But, if they are a criminal, I make exceptions. There is more money involved too.

My hands grab the (R/C) hood, throwing it over my head, concealing my (H/C) hair and apparent features of my face.
I stealthily slide off the roof, landing soundlessly. Making sure I don't look suspicious, I swiftly walk through the closed markets, my destination, the bar.

The cheerful sound of light chatter and laughing resinates from the bar, I casually push the wooden door open. Silence. All the gruff men refrained from guzzling down their strong alcohol to stare at me. Okay...this makes me uncomfortable!
"What? Haven't you seen a woman before?" I question smugly, attempting to show that I'm not the girl to mess with. Obviously not answering my question, the men continue their previous conversations. 'Maybe they were staring at me since I have an ender dragons tail? Yeh, totally normal.'

I take a seat at a stool tucked under a shimmering bar table. The clouded marble reflects the lights dangling from the ceiling. As I place my arms on the table, a pale skinned bartender approaches me.
"Would you like anything ma'am?" Her quiescent voice asked. She was noticeably afraid of me. I wouldn't blame her, I have more blades and weapons hidden over me then a knife factory.
"No thank you." I politely refuse. With that, she scurries off into the back rooms.
I rise from my stool, and slowly roam the bar. It was very lively here, pool tables are randomly placed over the dark oak floor, the pleasant fireplace gives warmth to the shed-like building. I'm guessing the kid would be in here somewhere, that's where his description suggests he would be?

'Noooow to find the little brat that steals from old people.' I zone out, aspiring to remember the exact description of my target.
'Well, I know he is in this bar, right here, right now, but who-' I was broken from my thoughts as I rammed into a solid object, I encounter my feet slip from underneath me. I expected to endure intense pain from crashing to the pavement...but it never happens. Instead, replace the intense pain with the feeling of being embraced in the muscular arms of my saviour. Cheesy, but I haven't been held like this before. My eyes are still shut, so embarrassing! Seriously, I'm supposed to be a professional killing machine, not a clumsy idiot!

I was about to thank the person till the doors to the bar flung open.
"FREEZE! You are under arrest!" I squint my eyes shut, I've been caught! I gradually open my eyes to the man balancing me back onto my feet.
"That won't be necessary." His voice is rich in charm, but saturated in venom. I feel so small in comparison to him. Yet safe, like I have met him before.
"Let the little girly go, and nobody gets hurt." The guard smirks as if he has achieved something. Bastard. Suddenly the mood of the room dramatically turns dark. A blood red blade hits the floor at my feet. The hand that clasps it is shielded by a crimson metal glove.
What is this guy?!

My disparate eyes bolt up to look at the man,-( it's up to u if u want different coloured eyes, one is purple)- his brunette hair cloaks his eyes, but you can still see the blood red glow illuminating them. I shrink as I put the pieces together. He is a Shadow Knight. His presence burns my skin, my kind and his aren't meant to get along. 'Maybe he doesn't notice the black and purple dragon ears pointing out from my hood? How the hell did he miss that?!'

He notices me staring since he slightly moved his head to eye me down. Those eyes. They could rip your sole from your body, deep red. His face looks so protective and caring, but is overtaken with evil in this form. He looks so familiar with the maintained brunette hair and welcoming features. 'He reminds me of my best friend when I was little...' Then it clicks.
"Laurence!?" Everything was if it was slow motion. Laurence fully turns his head to me with a shocked expression. It is like I pulled the trigger of a gun since the guards charge into action. The glimmer of swords clashed together. Then the flint of an arrowhead catches my attention as it splits the skin of my chest, lodging into my flesh. I collapse to the cold floor, my vision goes blurry. All my senses can pick up is the blood curdling screams and yelps of grown men as they fall victim to the blade of a sword. Hopefully the red sword of the Shadow Knight. Laurence....darkness...
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What happens to you? Does Laurence remember you, or is it even him? Do u die at the start of the book? Find out in the next part.

Lol, sorry if my writing is crappy, I've just started😂 Thanks for reading, see ya👋🏻