Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed 3. I only own those things that you do not recognize.

Well, for all those who are reading my AC 2 stories, you knew this was coming. I just beat the game today and I had to write this. This character has been in my head since the first trailer, actually. Yeah, I'm kinda pathetic lol. Anyways, I have a question for you lovely readers; did the summary attract you to the story? Do you think it could be something better? I feel like it could be better. What about the title? I feel like there's something that can fit better. Anyways, I'll stop talking. Enjoy the story!



Though everyone was wearing masks, Elizabeth would have no problem finding Matthew. She'd know him anywhere. He wanted to meet her at this masquerade and Elizabeth knew exactly why. She also knew there'd be no way out of this alive, which is why she didn't bring any of her weapons. She wasn't about to let Matthew have what he wanted, she'd die before she gave him anything, especially the one thing she treasured above all.

Elizabeth stood in the center of the room, a drink in hand as she looked around for Matthew or anyone else he might have brought with him. Finally, she spotted him. He was leaning against the wall, looking right at her. Her eyes narrowed at him as she put her drink down and walked over to him. He smirked, pushing off the wall and walking into an empty hall. Elizabeth stiffened. He was getting her alone. Her eyes narrowed as she cautiously followed him. He led her into a empty room, making sure to shut the door behind them.

"No one can hear me in here, I suppose?" Elizabeth said, looking out the window.

"We don't have to worry about that if you tell me where she is," Matthew said, pacing behind her.

"Ha! That's rich, I tell you where she is and then you kill me so I don't stop you," she said, turning to face him. Matthew sighed, walking up to her. Elizabeth took a step back as he reached for her hands.

"We could still be a family, Elizabeth," he said. "You just need to join us."

"Go to hell," Elizabeth spat. "That's never going to happen and I won't let you have her either." She walked around him, still glaring as she was thinking of ways to escape. She'd go down fighting and if she could bring him out in front of everyone where he could finish what he wanted with her, even better. She'd like to see him and his 'brothers' talk their way out of murder.

"She's my daughter, you can't keep her from me!" Matthew said.

"Watch me," Elizabeth growled, opening the door only to find someone else waiting for her. Her eyes narrowed. "Haytham."

"Elizabeth, it's been too long," Haytham said, his hands folded behind his back, as the usually were, as he strode into the room.

"Don't even, Haytham," Elizabeth said. "You're dead to me, so stop acting like we're on good terms." Haytham sighed.

"I wish you would let this go," he said. "The Templars have a far more realistic goal then the Assassins."

"By enslaving people and taking away their choices," Elizabeth growled.

"We don't ensla-"

"Call it what you want! I don't agree!" Elizabeth yelled. "You make me sick. You turn on everything you were taught and you're still walking around with that blade, using it for the cause you were once meant to fight against."

"Enough! I don't have time for your little grudge match," Matthew said. "Let me have my daughter!"

"Over my cold, dead body," Elizabeth hissed through her teeth as she headed towards the door. Haytham grabbed her arm, effectively stopping her.

"That can be arranged," he said.

"And then where would you be?" Elizabeth asked. "Wondering around, searching for her for who knows how long?" Haytham pushed her back into the room, allowing Matthew to grab her and force her against the wall.

"Where have you hidden her?!" He yelled. Elizabeth only spit his face. He growled, gingerly wiping it off his face before he hit her, hard. Elizabeth saw stars and couldn't even tell that Matthew had let her fall to the ground. She listened to Haytham and Matthew talking as she laid there, waiting for her senses to return.

"End it, Matthew," Haytham said. "She's not going to tell us anything and if we leave her now, she'll come after us. We'll find Felicia on our own."

"Fine," Matthew growled, picking Elizabeth up on more time as he pulled his knife out of his belt. "I'll give you one more chance," he whispered in her ear. "Tell me where she is and I'll let you live."

"Like hell you will," Elizabeth growled. "I'll never tell you." Matthew sighed before stabbing her in the heart. Her eyes went wide for a moment before she went completely slack and Matthew let her go, letting her now lifeless body fall to the ground.

"Such a waste," Matthew sighed, wiping the blood off his knife.

"Let's go," Haytham said, walking out of the room and down the hall. Matthew followed him, the dead woman in the room already forgotten. They didn't even bother asking if the other was alright, no matter if they both had a relationship with woman-whether it be romance or friendship-the Order always came first and all those in the way had to go.

9 Years Later…

14 year old Felicia Wright stood in the basement of the manor, looking at one set of robes that sat in the corner of the room. They were clearly fitted for a woman and were quite beautiful. Felicia lifted up one of the sleeves before taking a sniff. She sighed, being reminded of her mother instantly. Though, not a day went by that Felicia forgot her mother. She looked over to the wall of Templars, where a portrait of Matthew, the man who helped bring her into the world, resided. The man who had taken her hero, the man she hated with every fiber of her being. Achilles hadn't lied to her about her mother's passing, nor Felicia's own heritage.

Felicia had lived with the old man since she was five, when her mother had died and her mother in turn had spent years with Achilles. Her grandparents had come to America and joined the Brotherhood here when Elizabeth was only ten and they both died when the Templars attacked. Elizabeth had been receiving training then and ended up training herself and continuing on with Brotherhood after the fact because Achilles couldn't be bothered. Luckily, before Elizabeth had gone to meet her death, she had convinced Achilles to teach Felicia enough to defend herself should the occasion arise but Felicia was not to join the Order, just to protect her from her father.

"What are you doing down here?" Achilles asked as he walked down the stairs. Felicia turned to face him. She shrugged, holding her arms behind her back as she walked over to him.

"Thinking," Felicia shrugged.

"You miss your mother, don't you?" Achilles asked. Felicia sighed, nodding. "I miss her too, kid."

"She'd still be fighting the Templars," Felicia said, folding her arms across her chest. "They're making progress." Achilles sighed.

"Felicia, I'm not talking about this again," he said, turning around and heading back up the stairs.

"Please, I'm learning the basics, it wouldn't be that hard for me to learn everything," Felicia said, following him.

"Felicia, no," Achilles said. "It's your mother's wishes." Felicia sighed. He always brought that up and it always ended the argument because she couldn't argue it.

"Alright," she finally conceded. "Fine." Achilles sighed, looking back at her.

"I know you want to fight, but neither of us are able to," Achilles said. "As long as we stay out of their way, we'll be fine." Felicia disagreed but she sighed and nodded anyways. It was pointless to argue. If he did start training her, she still wouldn't be able to fight them. They'd just have to stay under the radar, as hard as it was for her.

Well, there it is! I hope you enjoyed it! What do you think of Felicia? Do you like her? For those who have read my other stories, do you like her better than Nicolina or Gisella or do you like one of those two better? I'll add the next chapter when I get at least two reviews. I know, it makes me sound like a review whore-which I kinda am-but I love to hear what people think!

Anyways, I'll let you go now. See ya!