This prompt: forkinsocket. livejournal. com/16841. html?thread=763081#t763081
I've seen Prototype/Assassin's Creed crossover a couple of times, in artwork and fics. Usually the pairing is Alex MercerxDesmond, or Alex and Ezio.
Now here's a crazy idea.....how about someone trying out AlexMercerxLeonardo? 8D
Author!anon admits to not knowing much about Renaissance-era vampires, so I apologize ahead of time for any factual errors.
Leonardo was walking merrily along the streets of Venice, his new paints securely in his arms. He inhaled deeply: it was beautiful outside, and he could hear birds chirping and feel the sun shining. It was wonderful out. He padded along the streets to get to his studio, humming a hymn to himself. He paused when he thought he felt something trying to sneak up behind him, and he smiled: Ezio must be trying to take him by surprise again. He chuckled and hurried along to his studio, and when he felt the shadow fall over him, he spun and shouted, “Ezio!”
He looked the man over. He wasn’t anything special, and the man looked slightly taken aback. “My apologies: I have a friend who often does just that. How can I help you?”
The man blinked, then scowled and backed off. Leonardo tilted his head.
“Can I… Can I help you? I won’t hurt you: I promise.”
He blinked, and the man vanished into the crowd. He frowned and turned back. When Ezio actually did arrive, he had all ready forgotten, and he was sitting in his chair, nursing a cup of wine with him in front of the fireplace, laughing as the Master Assassin told him of his recruits’ latest missteps. When there was a knock at the door, he rose.
“Excuse me, Ezio.”
“No problem, Leonardo.”
He padded to the door and unbolted it to find a young woman standing there, a serious look on her face.
“We need to talk.”
“Excuse me? Ah, here, come in.”
He stepped aside and let the lady in.
“My apologies, but I do not remember you. Did I not do a satisfactory—”
“I was told you’re a man of science, Leonardo da Vinci.”
Leonardo puffed up a little bit with pride. She was gazing at him as Ezio often did when he was serious. He closed the door and bolted it, ushering her into his empty chair and dashing off to get her a glass. He offered her the wine as he came back, and she took it with a small nod. He looked her over, his lips pursed. She was unusual, to say the least. She didn’t hold herself like a woman—but more like a man. He noticed Ezio giving her a onceover as well, but with an entirely different expression.
“What area of Italy do you—”
“I don’t come from Italy.”
“Oh?”
“I need your help getting back to where I came from.”
Leonardo furrowed his brow, then scratched his chin.
“I can get you there, ma’am,” Ezio said, with that purr that made Leonardo wish it were directed at him.
The woman shot him the dirtiest look possible, and Leonardo covered his mouth to stifle his laugh. She looked back at him, and Leonardo smiled softly. “He can protect—”
“I need answers,” she growled, and his eyes widened as he watched her transform before his eyes.
He staggered back, trembling, and he watched Ezio rise, ready to fight. He gripped the edge of the table, utterly horrified. He had invited a monster into his house. He was going to die. The monster had blue legs—blue!—and a brown torso, with white frills peeking out from underneath. He looked terrifying.
“I-I—”
He was going to die. The monster looked ready to eat him. It must have been a vampire—the skin on its face was so pale, and he was here at night. He had waited for an invitation to come in. Leonardo knew that he was going to die.
“I need answers,” it growled, and Leonardo shrunk down.
Courting with Danger, Caring for Death 1
I've seen Prototype/Assassin's Creed crossover a couple of times, in artwork and fics. Usually the pairing is Alex MercerxDesmond, or Alex and Ezio.
Now here's a crazy idea.....how about someone trying out AlexMercerxLeonardo? 8D
Author!anon admits to not knowing much about Renaissance-era vampires, so I apologize ahead of time for any factual errors.
Leonardo was walking merrily along the streets of Venice, his new paints securely in his arms. He inhaled deeply: it was beautiful outside, and he could hear birds chirping and feel the sun shining. It was wonderful out. He padded along the streets to get to his studio, humming a hymn to himself. He paused when he thought he felt something trying to sneak up behind him, and he smiled: Ezio must be trying to take him by surprise again. He chuckled and hurried along to his studio, and when he felt the shadow fall over him, he spun and shouted, “Ezio!”
He looked the man over. He wasn’t anything special, and the man looked slightly taken aback. “My apologies: I have a friend who often does just that. How can I help you?”
The man blinked, then scowled and backed off. Leonardo tilted his head.
“Can I… Can I help you? I won’t hurt you: I promise.”
He blinked, and the man vanished into the crowd. He frowned and turned back. When Ezio actually did arrive, he had all ready forgotten, and he was sitting in his chair, nursing a cup of wine with him in front of the fireplace, laughing as the Master Assassin told him of his recruits’ latest missteps. When there was a knock at the door, he rose.
“Excuse me, Ezio.”
“No problem, Leonardo.”
He padded to the door and unbolted it to find a young woman standing there, a serious look on her face.
“We need to talk.”
“Excuse me? Ah, here, come in.”
He stepped aside and let the lady in.
“My apologies, but I do not remember you. Did I not do a satisfactory—”
“I was told you’re a man of science, Leonardo da Vinci.”
Leonardo puffed up a little bit with pride. She was gazing at him as Ezio often did when he was serious. He closed the door and bolted it, ushering her into his empty chair and dashing off to get her a glass. He offered her the wine as he came back, and she took it with a small nod. He looked her over, his lips pursed. She was unusual, to say the least. She didn’t hold herself like a woman—but more like a man. He noticed Ezio giving her a onceover as well, but with an entirely different expression.
“What area of Italy do you—”
“I don’t come from Italy.”
“Oh?”
“I need your help getting back to where I came from.”
Leonardo furrowed his brow, then scratched his chin.
“I can get you there, ma’am,” Ezio said, with that purr that made Leonardo wish it were directed at him.
The woman shot him the dirtiest look possible, and Leonardo covered his mouth to stifle his laugh. She looked back at him, and Leonardo smiled softly. “He can protect—”
“I need answers,” she growled, and his eyes widened as he watched her transform before his eyes.
He staggered back, trembling, and he watched Ezio rise, ready to fight. He gripped the edge of the table, utterly horrified. He had invited a monster into his house. He was going to die. The monster had blue legs—blue!—and a brown torso, with white frills peeking out from underneath. He looked terrifying.
“I-I—”
He was going to die. The monster looked ready to eat him. It must have been a vampire—the skin on its face was so pale, and he was here at night. He had waited for an invitation to come in. Leonardo knew that he was going to die.
“I need answers,” it growled, and Leonardo shrunk down.