There is a chance the characters may act OOC, as I cannot replicate the exact portrayal of the characters from the books. I own nothing. The Night Angel Trilogy is copyright Brent Weeks.
This story is set right after the events of the third book, Beyond the Shadows. I loved the growth between Vi and Kylar, and needed some type of closure for their relationship. I hope you enjoy! All feedback is welcome (constructive would be appreciated though).
Vi was used to being alone. She understood the world of danger in a way that many couldn't even begin to fathom. It was easy to survive, and easy to rely on oneself when you had the confidence of being one of the greatest wetboys in the city. This new feeling that came from deep within her heart was something completely new to her. The way her heart surged when Kylar simply looked at her was something she could not explain. Even the way he said her name caused something inside her to melt, and these unfamiliar feelings brought her terror.
How could she, Vi, capable of sleeping with numerous filthy and horrible men in one night, and slitting their throats the next without thought, be vexed by such a simple man? Kylar is no simple man, she thought despite herself. Somehow in the past few months she began to feel something she thought would never be possible. Love. She cringed at the thought. Love is only weakness. Yet somehow when he was near her she felt stronger than ever before. Somehow when he looked at her she felt more secure than when she was equipped with her most trustworthy blades.
The greatest problem of these new feelings was that she could not act on them. She could not begin to unwind these knots of desire and passion. I will never be an Elene, she thought bitterly. How could she possibly deserve the type of love Kylar was capable of? He was meant to be with Elene, and their love was pure. She was used and abused, nothing more than a dead corpse killing others to fill an endless void. I was meant to walk the roads alone, and meant to share my bedroom with only lust. Vi hated herself for who she had become, mostly because she knew that Kylar could never love her the way he loved Elene. Compared to her, she was grime. The filthiest grime that resided at the bottom of the nastiest sewers.
Kylar would never love her, and she would find a way to accept that. If he ever looked at her with those piercing brown eyes it would be only her body he desired. Never her.
But how could she forget him? She couldn't leave him now. With Elene gone, he needed a friend more than ever. She wasn't sure if she could ever put aside those feelings of love for him, but she would certainly try. She was Elene's friend, and she promised to help Kylar heal. Even if it meant something deep inside her would slowly be crushed into submission, she would be there for him as a friend. Once he returns to his old self, he will have no need for me and I will continue on my lonesome path as usual. The thought made her feel empty inside, but emptiness was a feeling not at all uncommon for Vi.