The Blur ~*+Vikklan AU+*~

+ 3 +

~*Lachlan*~

You don't realise the risks you're taking until they're finally real. My life is hanging by the thin threads of fine silk this man wore. He could turn me in at anytime, and yet, he chooses not to. I don't know if he's insane, or madly reckless; but one thing is certain that it is most defiantly a mixture of both the two options above.

"Alright. What do you want to know?" I finally manage to spit out. The man smiles at me.

"Well, I want to know a few things. For instance, I want to know your name-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can't tell you my name!"

"If you don't I will turn you in," he says with a mischievous smirk on his face. This man!

"Fine. My name is Lachlan."

"Lachlan?"

"Craft. Lachlan Craft." I mutter, crossing my arms uncomfortably.

"It's a nice name. I'm Vik Star the 123rd."

"You're the third person to ever say that. The first being my mother," I say pointing to her gravestone, "and the second being a friend of mine." Vik nods at what I've said.

"I see. Have you ever considered its because you rarely tell anyone your name?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I-I, I've never thought of it that way..." my voice trails off and I run a hand through my hair.

"Tell, me. What made you become an assassin?" He asks again, changing the topic. Thank Notch.

"Well, um, my sister Kaylee and my father were murdered in by nobles a little over a decade ago, and that sort of sparked a hatred of noblemen."

"Do you hate me?" Vik asks, tilting his head.

"I don't know," my breath starts to become visible as we continue to converse. How long have we been standing out here?

"My mother was killed when bandits stormed my family and I during our travels to the Empire. That sparked my hatred of bandits, and my wishes to help the poor," his voice softened as his mind most likely shifted to the memories of his mother.

"I already know how your mother was killed. The bandit who managed to escape bragged about it to me before his execution," I say with a bored tone of voice, flicking a fallen leaf off of my shoulder.

"How did your mother die then?" Why is he asking so many questions? Then again, why am I answering them?

"That same plague that wiped out an eighth of the population."

"I see," We stand in silence as the cold begins to creep through my cloak. I catch myself staring into his dark brown eyes, but I can't really seem to look away. Is it some sort of sorcery? I don't know, but I have this strange feeling that I can't get rid of.

"I need to get going." I say after a few moments. Vik shakes his head and nods.

"Y-yes. I do as well. It was a pleasure speaking with you Lachlan. Though, I do advise you to turn in whomever has given you a contract within the last few months."

"I see to it," We shake hands before going our separate ways.

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I step into the house and hang my cloak back up on the wall. "Lachlan! Do you know what time it is?!" Rob demands, stamping over and glaring at me. Clearly he wasn't in the best mood at the moment.