[ShadowHunter]

yeah, in fact most of my experiences are taken from that game. i play bg2. great game. heres the next part....

Part 2: Crossing the Line
I got up to leave, not wanting to stay any longer than was necessary. I looked down at Andreilles, and wanted to bring her with me. I realized that even in the short time I was with her, just talking, I had grown fond of her. I lost myself in her eyes again, and thought about what our adventures could be like. Two thieves, roaming the land and having fun. But an assassin wasn’t supposed to have companions. They got in the way with what needed to get done. I couldn’t have her- she would be a weakness. The occasion lovemaking did not get in the way, but what would a relationship do to me?

I turned to leave, but a firm grip around my arm stopped me. I turned to her again, and she got up. “A wanted assassin out on the streets in broad daylight? You killed three guards, and left one alive. You think they won’t catch you?”

“What can I do?”

“Stay with me. I know the barkeep. He’ll let us stay for the day, keep us hidden. then you can leave. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She blushed at the last sentence, but kept my gaze. I smiled.

“Ok, then, Andreilles. I will stay. But for only one night.”

We walked over to the bartender, who was a plump, merry looking man. She bent over his counter, and whispered in his ear. His eyes darted at me as she spoke, and I suspected she was telling him the story of our night. Then his eyes darted to Andreilles, and looked at her young breasts. When his eyes found me again, I was scolding. I thought about beating the fat man up, but thought better of it, knowing this was my only chance of being safe. He looked away from my ice-cold glance, and tried to manage a smile at me. I scowled all the more.

Finally, he said so that we could both hear, I got a small room for ya. It’s in the back, and has no windows. The guards won’t find ya here. How much are you willin to pay?”

He looked at Andreilles for the answered, but before she could offer, I threw the man a pouch containing a couple silver coins. “That’ll be enough.” I answered coldly. My ice-cold stare left now room for augment.

“Ye… Yes. Umm… I’ll take ya to your room. He led us into the back, and through a doorway that we had passed on the way. We walked into a large closet full of buckets and mops.

“I am not staying here.” I said when he lit a candle.

“No, your not. I reserve this for my higher paying customers.” He answered coolly, apparently over his fear of me. I reserved my cold glare, but when he turned away, I smiled. I had to admit, that was a good one. I looked to see Andreilles biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

He walked farther into the closet, and came upon the back of it. He tapped the wood in three places, and then pulled a lever that was hidden form the view from the door. The back wall slowly parted, revealing a nice entry. He smiled. “Still works…” He muttered. He gave the candle to Andreilles, and with a nod, walked away.

We walked into the room, and I pulled the lever, thinking that the best way to close it. And close it did. Then I looked into the small room. A torch hung on the opposite wall, and Andreilles went and lit that. The room was roughly furnished, with a small stove on one side, and a deep hole in the ground on the other. I guessed that was the toilet. There was a small screen on one wall, in the direction of the bar. It was dark, and I supposed some sliding wood blocked it. I was right, I found out, for it opened and the bartender voice came through the slot.

“I’ll be bringin ya some food and drink in a couple hours, near when the dusk. Get some sleep, by the way.” The slot closed, and I turned to Andreilles. I noticed that only one bed lay in the room. This was obviously a room meant as a one-person hideout. The bed was big enough for two, though, and Andreilles didn’t seem to have a problem with it, so I let it go.

“We should go to sleep. We stayed up the whole night.” She said. I looked over at her, getting undressed. Despite that, I felt nothing uncomfortable about the situation, and started to strip, also.

I climbed into the bed where Andreilles was already lying. I was only wearing my under-shorts, and she wearing her under-clothing, yet still I felt no uncomfortably to the least. We talked for a little bit.

“You can call me Andre.” She told me.

“Andre? Who gave you that name?”

“My father.”

“Who is your father?”

“I’d rather not say.”

Respecting her privacy, I just shrugged. “Where did you grow up?” I asked her, changing the subject.

“Here, in Wakeen’s Promenade.”

“Are you part Elf?”

“Yes, my mother was a half-elf, and my father was a pure human. Are you a pure human?”

“Yes.”

With that the talking came to a cease. We both started to fell sleepy, and I rolled over, not facing her. After a couple minutes, as I was thinking about the day to come, a warm, soft hand found my thigh. I turned to Andre, and looked at her. She smiled, and we kissed. I knew I was crossing the line, yet I didn’t care. I didn’t understand that feeling inside of me. I think I love her. She ran her hand through my black hair, and I stoked her cheek. She rolled on top of me, and kissed me warmly…


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