Intertwined

1. THE BEGINNING

"Thee who won't fight for love, forever shall be damned"

V. S

London, 1558

A few curly locks fell in front of his eyes as he kneeled down on the wet soil to catch his breath. Wet, red like blood, they caressed his pale skin; or was it indeed blood? Out of time, out of this world, he never knew what fate had in store for him. He twisted the knife deeper in his prey's guts as the now soulless body was releasing its last bit of energy it had. A smile of satisfaction made his perfect face illuminate. His name was Alexander Nikolai Romanov.

He was twenty- six years old. Like every person in his age, he felt invulnerable. Like a good soldier, he would follow the commands of whom he thought righteous. He had never failed a mission so far because he knew there would always be an arrow covering his back. His assassin guardian, his angel, Anastasia. The only person in the whole damned world that mattered to him, his Achilles heel.

"God Alex! Leave that poor soldier to rest in peace! He's already dead!"

Alexander slivered his dagger out of the corpse, laughing maliciously as he stood up to face Anastasia. His looks softened the moment he saw her standing there. As a ray of sunlight in the midnight mist of London, she didn't belong there. She was too pure for his world. As she pulled back her black hood her honey colored hair fell in front of her, covering her face making her curse.

"How many times have I told you to put those in a braid Annie?" He laughed as he removed gently the locks of hair covering her face revealing her sparkling green eyes. Even under this dim light they were still shimmering.

"I know, I know! Don't be a pain!" She placed her face under his chin, not caring an instant that he was covered in blood and dirt as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Why did you come down here without my signal? Always wait for my signal!" He frowned, distorting his face. Her response was a cheeky smile.

"Alex... The Queen has risen! Our mission is over!"

"Our mission is never over. We are assassins. We are responsible for cleaning up the dirt from the streets of London."

"Yeah, yeah! Stop being so bossy and give your fiancé a kiss?"

"Oh? How did I forget?" His eyes lit up as he twisted his finger in her silky soft hair, pretending not being interested in giving her that kiss.

"Stop being so annoying!" She pushed him back with all her power but he barely flinched.

How could she even harm him? His 6' 3" sculptured body was too much for her tiny body frame. Barely reaching 5' 7" she always had to stretch in order to reach him. She fell in love with his ash colored eyes the moment she saw them and so did he. They were meant to be.

"Give me a second, I need to set that body on fire before devouring you." He licked his teeth, laughing impishly as if he was a lion after his prey. Anastasia rolled her eyes hard to his saying.

"Can't you do that later? The smell of the burning flesh makes me nauseous and you know that we can't go until it has set off." She shook her head to send away the vomit she felt building up inside her throat.

"Rules are rules Anastasia, you know that."

"Seriously, some times I feel that you have more feelings about the Queen than me Alexander..."