Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

A Grand Night's End, 2

Y/n sat next to Jacob, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. "Thank you for this, Jacob.." Said Y/n, Jacob responded happily. "No problem, Y/n, no problem. You did seem to be stressed before." Y/n nodded, then came up with a rather strange but great idea. "Jacob, you said that you've been out many times before. Correct?" Y/n said, enthusiastic. "Yes, why?" Jacob replied, a smirk placed itself on his face. "Can you show me where you go?" Y/n said, nervous but happy. Jacob nodded, then got up, and leaping off into a hay cart below, Y/n followed, both Y/n and Jacob had ran towards a gambling den a few blocks away. A policeman saw them, and began to chase after the two. "Oi! Jacob! We've got someone on our tail, go up onto rooftops!" Y/n yelled, Jacob immediately understood and turned towards a building and climbed it, Y/n followed. The policeman sighed, and found a ladder on the side of the building and climbed up. The two jumped gaps and finally made it to the gambling den, meanwhile the policeman had lost them and was utterly confused. "Here we are, Y/n. Hope you brought some coin because your gonna need it!" Jacob said, laughing slightly. Y/n replied, and followed close behind. "Alright, Y/n, your gonna need to stay close, some of these people are thugs from the slum." Jacob warned. "Alright." Y/n said, nodding slightly as they went over to a table. "Oi," Jacob slammed his hands onto the table, attracting everyone's attention. "What's for the gamble tonight?" He added, one of the men, had blonde hair and a black coat with silver buttons, he also wore black trousers topped with a bowler hat with a blue ribbon. "Jacob Frye, I'd knew you'd come. And ya brought a friend, looks like." Said the man. "Of course, Peter, this is my friend, Y/n." Peter nodded, then replied, "So, the winnings of the gamble tonight, is if you can get through the slum without being caught by any police, and then return here and number how many times you've been spotted. Then you place your bet on the table. Whoever gets the least amount of cops seeing them and gets here first, wins. Before you get your winnings, you have to fight with the other successful competitors. The victor gets it all." Jacob took in all the information easily, Y/n looked to Jacob, whispering, "Jacob, are you sure about this? What if your caught? Or don't block a blow? Or if you lose your money?" Jacob smirked, "i got a plan, love." Y/n hesitated, then nodded. "I'm in, Peter." Peter nodded, a smile danced across his face, another man, brute-looking also joined in, same with two others. Two of them have the Templar's cross on their shoulder..though seem to be half drunk. Y/n thought, surely Jacob saw this. Right?

A few minutes later, Jacob arrived at the slum, Y/n and three others had came to supervise for any cheaters. "Good luck, Jacob!!" Y/n called out. He nodded, smirking. "Thanks!" Then they were off, Jacob silently bolted through the slum, one of the Templars followed him, Y/n lost sight of him as he was among the buildings, she waited at the end. Jacob realized someone was following him a little too late. The Templar had grabbed hold of his hood, Jacob tensed as he was pulled down, the Templar had him pinned on a wall. "Watcha gonna d'now, li'le assassin?" The Templar hissed, mocking him. "Let me go before you die by my blade." Growled Jacob, poison dripping off of every word, the Templar laughed, but he was cut short by Jacobs blade slicing into his throat, leaving a dying and rather mad Templar. He dropped Jacob, and Jacob quickly made up for the time he had lost. He race through the streets, not a single cop spotting him. He made it back to the gambling den and put his money on the table. £500. "Good job, Jacob!" Y/n said, embracing him in a hug. Jacob accepted the hug. "Thanks love." Peter noticed how fast he made it back, and grinned like a mad man. "Good for you, Jacob!" A few seconds later, the second Templar arrived, Y/n noticed a blood stain on his shirt, as well as his hands. "Good, now how many have spotted you, Jacob, and you, sir?" "None, Petey" Jacob said, smirking. "None" said the Templar. Peter nodded, and ushered them to a fighting ring. "Jacob, please remove your gear, you too, sir." They both did as Peter said, then were ready to fight. "Alright, I want a nice, messy fight! Begin!" Said Peter, Y/n stood nearby, watching intently. Jacob blocked every blow, striking back when there was an opening, the Templar tried but failed many times. Jacob quickly did an upper cut, catching the man off guard, the Templar stumbled, then returned with a hard blow, the blow landed on Jacob's brow, causing the skin to split. Jacob hissed, then swooped under the man's next swing and landed a nice, hard, hit on the Templar's gut, the followed up with a blow to his neck, leaving a sputtering, stumbling man. The Templar fell, leaving Jacob to be the victor. "Great job, Jacob!" Peter grinned, giving him the money. Jacob equipped his weapons again, and Y/n and him left victorious. Y/n saw that the sun was rising, and they quickly made it back home. Y/n went inside her room, and Jacob his. Then about a half hour later, Y/n woke to Evie knocking. She got up and dressed, then answered. "Y/n..?" Evie said, then entered. "What?" "Y/n..it's...it's Jake..he's..dead.." Y/n stood there in shock. "No...no it can't be!" Y/n said, her mouth agape. "It's..true..I'm sorry.." Y/n quickly went to Jake's room, opening the door and saw his body sprawled across the floor, then she ran. She ran as far away as possible, Evie tried to chase after, but to no avail. "Y/n! Wait!" Evie yelled, trying to catch up. Jacob emerged from his room, to hear Evie yelling. "Oh dear sister, what ever could you be yelling at this time in the bloody morning???!!" Jacob said, Evie told him what happened, and then they woke up George Westhouse, who had just arrived back from a mission the night before. They informed him of what happened, and then Jacob went back to his room, and put on his equipment, then came back out. Along with Evie. Y/n had made it to the train station, and was going to London. "One ticket to Westminster, please.." She paid for the ticket, then boarded the train. She sat near a window, she knew there was no going back. The last of her childhood and teen hood had gone. Now, it's time to be a young adult. She kept her hood down on the train ride. Once she arrived, she quickly went to a shop, bought a few things, throwing knives, a gun, bullets, etc. And then she went to an alleyway, and started coming up with a plan of what to do. "What do we have 'ere?" Came a voice, she turned her head to see who spoke, and glared at them. "Nothing you should be concerned of, sir." Said Y/n. "What's a lovely lady like you doing back here in this alley?" She cringed, and walked away, but the man followed. "Leave me alone, sir." She said in a cold tone. "Why's that?" "Because I have a blade that's about to be in your throat if you don't bloody well leave me alone. Got it?" The man was stunned by that, then realized that she was an assassin. "Not if I kill you first!" He yelled, she simply flicked her wrist, and he fell with a gurgle. She looted him and left.
She then came to an abandoned building, and made a small base inside. She leaned against a wall, resting. There was a small courtyard out front, she stood and left the building. Only to find a few Templars, she sighed. "Can I help you sir?" She said to the first one, he grinned. "Yes, matter of fact. Mind staying still for a moment?" She knew this tactic, you trick your enemy into doing something, then you strike. Though this man has done it wrong. She nodded, and stayed still, then shot a bullet into his forehead, she sliced the second one, and the last one, he died by another bullet. She then spoke to no one.
"It's one thing to be misunderstood. It's another thing to be hated."