Exodus

For What is in a Name?

Elizabeth:

As Lancelot jumps out of the window after hinting to Father about their feud getting stronger soon, Father's face flares up in anger at how the Templars were just robbed blind. I saw the look in his eye that makes me always feel fear and like prey.

"You." My father spins towards me, my back straightening under his glare. "Why did that Assassin look at you like that? And why did he keep the other one from killing you from that knife?" Putting on the emotional mask that I mastered to keep my father off of my back, I smirk and say, "because I looked innocent and scared to him. Boys are so easily duped." Because I talked to him before and he gave me his number. You have no idea as to what I can do behind your back. You have no clue that I'm gonna be texting the exact same man who just robbed you blind, Father. Oh, how I enjoyed the look on your face when you saw me look at the Assassin hungrily. I bet that got your fuse lit.

"That's my girl." Father says. I have to hold back the disgust and hate that nearly shows on my face, so instead I smile like I wanted his praise. While he starts yelling at the other Templars, my mind wanders off to the dark Assassin that seemed to be riddled with mysteries, including who he really is.

I normally don't go for the bad boys, but Lancelot seems different. Of course, my father has a strong hatred towards people of color, but also for assassins. Lancelot is the entire image of everything Father hates- strongly opinionated, fearless of my father, African American, an Assassin, and a cunning adversary. Which makes him all the more attractive to me. I close my eyes and picture everything that happened and that I want to happen with him.

I bumped into a hulking figure with the skin of dark chocolate and eyes to match. I saw the symbol of the Assassin Brotherhood tattooed on his enormous left pec. I tried to back up in fear, which was when he saw my Templar tattoo on my wrist, a reminder of who I am and what I was born into. After talking and finding out about my hatred towards my father, he hands me his number and he seems to lose his train of thought as he sees the ripped piece of paper disappear in my average-sized breasts.

Liking where my thoughts are going, I dig deeper.

Lancelot grabs me by my wrist and pulls me away into the shadows without being seen by my father's henchman, and I crash into his broad chest. I look up at him and he whispers to me, "I don't care who you are... I just want you so bad, it's driving me crazy." He leans his head down while pulling me up against him and bringing my lips to his mouth, is sharing a searing kiss in the depths of the sh-

"Elizabeth Capulet!! I'm talking to you!!" My father's voice pulls me out of my daydream, me realizing that we are now in a car. "Yeah, Dad? Sorry, I was thinking of what all the robbery effected." "I was just saying, 'don't ever date a guy like that. Even though you have your boyfriend now, stick with a guy like who you have now and not like those (BLEEP) who just robbed us.'" My father's words spike my anger levels and I decide to text Lancelot later tonight.

After the car ride back to the hotel, I look to see if anyone's looking and I whip out my phone and the ripped sheet of paper that has Lancelot's number on it and I type in a text...

Me: it's Elizabeth.

L: Hey! Did you like my speech?

I laugh at Lancelot's text and I'm surprised that he instantly answered.

Me: I think you know the answer to that question, Sir Lancelot. Honestly, I've never actually seen anyone stand up to my father. I can't say it wasn't intriguing and arousing😉

L: Oh really now? Well, remind me to stand up to your father more often. 😏

Me: haha I don't think I'd need to. Anyways, I gotta go before Father starts trying to get me to go back to my ex🙄

L: why does he want you to do that?

Me: because my ex is afraid of him and he knows that my boyfriend and I are good to each other, but I'm too social for a shy boy who is my age😒

L: wait... you have a boyfriend?