Little Lady

A/N: Hollywood Undead and Assassin's Creed. All I have to say. I suggest you listen to Hollywood Undead- Outside while reading this.

Little (Y/N)'s POV

"Papa?!" I sobbed loudly, walking around the dark house in search for my father, whom was no where to be found. There were no candles lit like they always were. My chubby hands opening doors harshly, jumping when they slammed back into the wall. I ran into my parents bedroom and flung the blankets back, seeing there was no one on the bed. I sobbed louder, pushing the closet door open. "Papa?! Where are you?!" I screamed, running out the room and downstairs once again, where I knew no one would be. But, something was different, the front door was wide open, the light of the full moon casting down on me. "Papa?" After a moment of silence, I took a step forward. A scream tore its way out my throat when a tall man appeared in the door, weapon raised in the air and a torch in front of him. Immediately turning around, I ran for the stairs, jumping up them to get to the safety of my room. Once I reached it, I slammed the door closed. Crawling my way under the bed and putting my hands over my head, whimpering to silence my sobs. "Papa..." I coughed and hiccuped, dust from the floor trying to get in my throat. I could hear footsteps come up the stairs, along with slight muttering. My hands covered my mouth, silencing what dared to come out. After a while, the door to my own opened, heavy footsteps made its way over to the bed. Bad hiding spot, bad hiding spot!

"Hey..." My eyes opened to a gentle voice in front of me. Sniffling, I crawled back a bit. Dark brown eyes flashed a look of hurt, and he held his hand out. "Sorry for scaring you, ma'am. You're in restricted area." I looked at his hand, then put my small hand in it. "My name's Ratonhnhaké:ton, but you can call me Connor, little lady." I giggled at the nickname and wrapped my hand around his finger. He smiled, reaching up and wiping my tears away with his thumb.

"I'm (Y-Y/N)..." I whispered. Connor gently pulled me out from under the bed and stood up with me in his arm, the torch in his other hand. "Mister Connor, have you seen my Papa?" He looked down at me and sighed.

"Afraid not. I have a feeling he's patrolling with his friends to protect you if any bad guys come attacking you." Tickling my tummy, he smiled as a high pitched laughter erupted from me. My fear of the giant went away as he walked out my house, closing the door on his way out.

"You're a gentle giant." I yawned, laying my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine, patting my back gently.

"And you're a little lady." Watching my house fade in the distance, I accepted the fact that Mister Connor will be my new Papa.

How right I was...

Lesson Learned From The Assassins- "Sometimes people have to die for things to change."