Trevor's eyes slowly opened and he took in his surroundings, trying to recall the night through the haze of primal lust. He was in The Phoenix's quarters at the Templar Estates, and he was supposed to be killing her. Phoenix's head nuzzled gently against his chest, still lost in her dream, as Trevor heaved a sigh, unsure if he could go through with his task now. Never before had he met a woman who incited such an instantaneous hunger inside of him. And as he lay amide her silk sheets, his eyes lingering on her soft features which were obscured by her blood red hair, he was forced to admit to himself that it could be more.
The sun outside indicated that mid-day already approached. Their euphoric slumber had kept them in bed for far longer than was prudent. Trevor gently shook Phoenix awake and her her beautiful blue-gray eyes met his, a faint smile spreading across her face as she too recalled the night of passion. Biting his lip lightly Trevor indicated the position of the sun, shining through the window he had made his stealthy entry through before. At the sight of the late hour Phoenix's eyes went wide and she rolled over him, making for the bathroom.
"Shit, shit, I was due to meet with the Lord-Magistrate at least an hour ago. He's already got it out for me so his brother can take my position." Phoenix frantically spouted as she went about, hurriedly rinsing herself off and grabbing clothing.
A loud slam resounded from the doorway to the bedroom and Trevor's head jerked to the portal. Two more blows were sounded against the door before it was slammed wide open revealing Lord-Magistrate Jacobs and four Temple Knights standing there. Jacobs sneered down at Trevor.
"So, we finally see the face of The Phoenix, huh. Your attendant told me of the sounds last night, and while your lot aren't confined to celibacy, that is most certainly not an excuse for failing to show at your meeting with your masters."
Trevor slowly lifted himself from the bed, holding the sheet lightly against his lower half. "My Lord-Magistrate, I apologize." He bowed his head in mock piety.
Jacobs strode to the bedside, and as he did he caught sight of the true Phoenix in the bathroom. His eyes went wide and he turned viciously on Trevor. "You take some common gypsy wench into your bed? Foul blood traitor!" He swung a backhand for Trevor's face, but it was easily dodged and he took a blow to the gut for his troubles. As he stumbled backwards the Temple Knights advanced on Trevor and Phoenix kicked his curved dagger to him.
With a quick stoop he scooped the blade up, his long fingers wrapping around the handle. He dropped to his knees to avoid a slash from the first knight before stepping forward and up, thrusting his blade into the knight's stomach and twisting the blade before viciously ripping it out, disemboweling the fool. With a quick backward pirouette he brought the dagger's edge tearing through a second knight's throat, the blood fountaining out.
As the third and fourth knights stepped forward Phoenix came around the corner like lightning. In her right hand she carried a towel that she flung at them, one of the knights slashing at the object before he could discern what it was. With his sword lowered to the ground her own bastard sword flashing forward, tearing right through his heart, the impact of the strike causing him to fly backwards off her blade. The final knight looked around at the carnage and dropped his weapon, fleeing in terror.
Trevor looked to the cratered puncture in the third knight's chest and laughed. "Quite the heart breaker you are." He strode towards the bathroom to rinse the blood off, reversing his grip on the dagger and driving it into the back of Jacobs's head as he passed the Lord-Magistrate. He quickly dumped a bucket of water over himself and slipped back into his clothes and sheathing his dagger as he returned to the bedroom.
Phoenix slipped in close to him, her luscious full lips meeting his in a tender kiss. "We make quite the pair, don't we." She pulled back suddenly as the scream of an alarm resounded through the halls. "And now we flee."
Her hand slid into Trevor's and the pair dashed towards the open window, there were no guards in sight and so the pair lept from the second story window and sprinted across the open courtyard, scampering up the wall encircling the compound, Phoenix's hair billowing behind her like the tail-feathers of her namesake. They quickly maneuvered the crowded streets below, the commoners giving them a cautious berth at the sight of Phoenix's bastard sword still clutched tightly in her left hand.
Trevor tugged her down a deserted alley, and with a quick glance around to ensure the way was clear he pressed a hidden keystone, a concealed doorway springing open. He pushed Phoenix through and pulled the door shut behind himself, the portal sealing with a sharp click.