Exodus

The Meeting

A/N: Hey Guys! Hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoy writing it!! Feel free to comment and speak your mind, I might respond!! Also, just know that this book does have my dog in it but otherwise has NO CORRELATION to my actual life!! Also this has quite a lot of triggers and sexual content, so if you're easily offended or grossed out, don't read.😁😁😁

Elizabeth:

I hear the blood pounding in my ears as I'm sprinting through the crowd, constantly looking back at the ever shrinking distance between them and me. On impulse, I race up a building, hearing them chase me more. Bursting through the rooftop doors and locking them, I look around. "Only one way to go." I break into a run again, racing to the edge, and jump.

A Year Ago:

Here I am, bored during one of my father's meetings, getting up to walk around. Not looking where I'm going, I run into a dark, broad chest.

I fall backwards and start apologizing when I look up to see a man covered in dark clothing with an Assassin emblem blazing on his left pec. He stares down at me with wide eyes as I'm frozen in shock and fear. My father told me stories about these men.

As I scoot back, he tries to help me up but freezes when my sleeve pulls up, showing my Templar cross. That's right. My father is a Templar.
We stare at each other until I stammer out a sentence. "A-are you going to kill me?"

He looks shocked for a moment until he gains composure. "No!! God, no. Even though you're a Templar, I can see you're innocent. I'm Lancelot. Here, let me help you up."

I'm shocked and I let him pull me to my feet. "I don't understand," I say. "Why are you being so nice to me? My father says assassins are cold hearted killers... also, why are you here at one of his meetings?"

Lancelot backs up a bit at my words. "We don't kill in cold blood, your kind does. Also, your father is Lord Capulet?! That would make you..."
I stand up straighter as I introduce myself to this handsome man. "That is right. I am Elizabeth Capulet, daughter of Lord Capulet, one of the head members of the Templar Cross."
I shrink down a bit as I think of my cruel father. "Though I am not exactly proud of the title I hold."

Lancelot looks at me with his face painted in confusion. "Why is it that you are not proud of your high status in The Cross?"
Without thinking of the ears that might be listening, I spit out, "Because I hate my father. He is a cruel man with no value of family and freedom."
At my words, Lancelot relaxes and smiles a proud smile. "Then here is my number. I-ah- have some business to attend to, which is why I am here. You might wanna slip back in the conference room so no one suspects us communicating."
I take the ripped sheet of paper that he quickly scrawled his number on and nodded, slipping it into my expensive clothing where no one would dare touch- my breasts. In front of his eyes. Lancelot falters for a second, gulping as he fights for his composure, then he runs off, disappearing from my view as I slip back into the conference room where my father is discussing certain business transactions.