AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE V FOR VENDETTA FRANCHISE!
Me: This is for my friend Erica = D
Arya: Please review after you've read!
Athena: Enjoy the story!
V Red Roses:
She mumbled to herself as she dreamt. It had been a stormy night, several months after he'd died in that last glorious display in his vendetta against the corruption of society in the world. Lately she'd been having nightmares about the night she'd watched him die. She wished there could have been another way, honestly she did, but he chose to go, and there was nothing she nor Evy could do about it.
A rustling in her room awoke her and she opened her eyes slowly, alert after all that V had taught her. Looking cautiously towards the noise, she noticed nothing but her curtains moving in the slow blow of the wind. Getting up sorely, she moved to the window and shut it tightly. She turned to go back to bed but something caught her eye. Looking back, she saw something that almost made her choke right there and then. A single red rose had been placed on her windowsill after she's shut it. Running to her dresser, she grabbed the gun she kept locked and loaded in the top right hand drawer.
Holding the gun steady, she advanced towards her closet that sat just beside the window. Throwing the door open and thrusting the gun inside, she absolutely nothing. Behind her she heard her door close swiftly and turned to face nothing but her reflection in the mirror. Realizing that whomever had come had not intended for her to find them or to hurt her, she turned back to the rose. A note lay nestled between it's perfectly green leaves. Lifting it out she read it.
Erica, It has indeed been months since our Xx
The next occurrence of interest happened several weeks later, when she arrived at word to a rose on her desk. Then a month after that a rose appeared in her bag. Finally after another three months of silence another rose, the last of them, appeared in her hair, entangled into her braid. Angry and hurt by whoever was doing this, she stormed her way to V's old lair.
"V?" She called out. Her heart half hoping there'd be an answer. When no answer cane out, she turned to leave, her heart fluttering slightly that something had locked the door. She turned excitedly, "V!" No answer, nobody. Sighing a huff of defeat she turned to leave. Suddenly a blindfold was placed over her eyes. "V?" She asked cautiously. A finger was placed to her lips; a gloved finger. A hand took hers and slowly she led into the room further until she was sat at the table. A few moments of silence passed then the familiar smell of cooking eggs and frying toast filled the air. Five minutes later and she was being hand-fed eggy in a basket.
"V..." She whispered in amazement. "V roses. Clever." A chuckle resounded. Slowly, she leaned forward until her lips touched the all too familiar coldness of his mask as the plastic caressed her skin. She pulled away slightly. "V..." He put a finger to her lips again. She couldn't see what he was doing, but something fell to the floor and his finger left her mouth. She sensed him leaning forward and instead of the coldness she expected, a warmth she'd never known touched her lips. He was beautiful, even though she couldn't see him. He was gorgeous and the warmth flooded her as it left his lips and boarded hers. He was hers. Hers at last. Who said blind love never lasts?