She slipped out from the shadows tailing him, his golden curls bouncing at the nape of his gold clustered neck. Paris's black tailcoat fluttered in the wind behind him as he turned the corner. After all the years that she had known his sweet, gentlemanly character, never had she ever thought that he would be such a disgusting person who would betray his own family.

His own family.

The Capulets.

The family that had nurtured him since he was a young, helpless orphan.

Jurie watched as he knocked onto a steel encrusted door. A large portly, distinguished looking gentleman opened it and pulled Paris down a dark alley, unaware of the small shadow lurking behind him. She crept forward, her delicate footing not betraying any sound. Another tall, shadow caught the corner of her eye but as she turned it was gone. Perhaps she had imagined it.

Focusing back on the two targets she slowly stepped out of the shadows drawing her black silken mask over her head. Stealthily she edged towards the unsuspecting plump man and pulled out her butterfly knife. Paris locks eyes with her and stood aghast, blue eyes wide with fear.

He whispered one word, "Jurie?" before his companion crumpled to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

Looking up from the dead body of the fat man she faced her former comrade once again, fire burning in her honey coloured eyes only to find him slumped against the alley wall, his throat slit with a single clean cut. A flutter of cloth as black as night disappeared from the roof above her.

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Rami leapt lightly from roof to roof grinning at the thought he had nealry been caught. He loved those near misses.

But he didn't stop running even though his muscles ached, he didn't stop to wipe his bloodied sword nor to fix his dark turban and mantle, which was slipping, nor did he stop for breath. He kept running until he reached Verona's wall. He leapt over it effortlessly.

He landed on both his feet outside the city. He was silent enough but he had startled his Arabian horse Bucephalus. The stallion whinnied and pounded the dirt with his front hooves.

"It's only me." Whispered Rami soothingly in Arabic.

The black stallion calmed down and whinnied gleefully nudging at Rami's chest. Rami smiled. The horse and man had known each other for ten years. He remembered how he had broken the wild Bucephalus as a nine-year-old. He remembered the desert sand glistening around them rising and falling with the crazed hoof beats of the stallion. It had seemed inconceivable that a nine-year-old boy had tamed the wildest horse in the whole of Saudi Arabia. But he had done it.

Today he, the Alexander of the Desert as they had called him when he had broken the horse, had achieved another thing. He had avenged his family, by killing that traitor Paris. How could someone he considered as a brother attempt to betray their clan to them.

Then his mind drifted to the man in black silk who had killed the official. Those honey coloured eyes stayed in his mind.

Rami smiled grimly as he got on Bucephalus. Looks like the Montague's were not the only clan that Paris had tried to betray.

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A/N Sup guys hope you enjoyed this story. We know it's a bit short but the chapters will get longer. Btw Jurie is pronounce Ju-ri-ay.