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PART I: Vita

There was fire everywhere. The smell of smoke and burning tires was prominent in the air, and he couldn't stand the stench. But he didn't leave that place.

No, he had to reach that girl. For some reason, he couldn't just leave her there and consequently leave her to die.

But why not? Her friend was the one who'd caused this mess. Her friend was the one who madly drove that car into the limousine that he wasn't even in, attempting to end his life.

And yet...He was Giovanni Rocketto and he had always known that there was something special about this girl.

"I'm here to end your tyranny!" she growled.

He smirked in amusement. "Then defeat me in battle. Or are you all talk?"

She had eventually beaten him, even if only once. But he'd always been intrigued by her and impressed by the tenacity in which she made herself go on, even through numerous defeats that shaped her (especially defeats by him).

She couldn't just die now.

'No,' he realized, 'she couldn't.'

So he pushed himself into the fiery blazes, ignoring his own vehicle and looking for the one she had been in. It wasn't hard to find her, but he had to yank the heated metal of the car door open. Ignoring his burnt hand, he practically tore the seatbelt off of her and pulled her out of the car. Her companion was still in there, but Giovanni left him behind. He'd caused this whole accident after all.

He carried her further away from the scene of the accident and put her down, checking for a pulse. He scowled as he felt none, not sure if the lack of oxygen made her pass out and further inhale the poisonous air created from the fumes of the smoke and spilling gasoline, or if the crash itself had done something to her.

"Merda," he cursed and took out his phone, pressing a button that would alert one of his Executives to where his location was.

Then he was quick to start CPR on the girl in front of him, repeating each push of his hands and exhale of breath into her, until he wasn't sure if he had been too late already.

Finally, she gasped out a breath and then started coughing. He held her up and she looked up at him blearily.

"What…"

Giovanni didn't answer, hearing the sound of a helicopter. He looked up and saw one with a bright red R on its side, and he moved to pick her up. He began the short trek to where the helicopter had landed.

"What is it you always say? 'I am a leaf in the wind.' Today, I was your wind," he murmured.

She blinked up at him in exhaustion before she slowly passed out in his arms.

PART II: Nome

He watched the girl sleeping fitfully.

"What's wrong with her?" he growled at Dr. Zager, his head scientist who doubled as the head medic.

"She may have gotten amnesia either from the crash, or it may be a result of the trauma of the accident and not wanting to remember," Dr. Zager cleared his throat. "I'm not sure."

Giovanni frowned. "So she has forgotten everything?"

"I'm not sure," Dr. Zager repeated. "She could have forgotten everything, including speech and how to take care of herself, and her memories. If it's the crash that caused it, her amnesia may include the inability to take care of herself until she relearns everything. But if it's mental and emotional trauma…"

"Then simply her memories," Giovanni continued watching the unconscious girl closely. "Leave," he ordered the scientist.

Then Giovanni was alone, watching his enemy through the one-way glass window.

He finally decided to enter the room and took a chair, settling it by the foot of her bed. He sat down heavily on it, and kept watching her silently. When she finally began to stir and started to sit up, he didn't move from his spot.

He knew from the moment she opened her eyes and looked at him, no look of recognition and no protest and slew of insults towards him, that she didn't remember him.

Didn't remember their history.

"My name is Giovanni," he murmured, making the decision. "Your name is Evangeline. You are Evangeline Rappaccini."

He could see her acceptance through those very same stormy gray eyes, the ones he remembered glaring at him at every meeting.

Inside, he felt something numb at the loss.

PART III: Ansia

"Eve," the new man called her. "How far you've fallen."

She looked at him with his prim posture, pressed white clothes, and slightly tousled light blue hair. He called himself 'Archer.'

"He saved you, you know," Archer told her indifferently. "You owe him."

Eve looked up blankly at him. "I know."

"Then serve him loyally, as I have," he looked down on her.

Of course she would. Giovanni saved her. She did owe him. Why wouldn't she agree to that?

"What do you want me to do?"

The gun felt cold and heavy in her hands. Her slim fingers could barely hold onto it and the weight of the firearm hurt her wrists.

"Get proficient quickly," Archer ordered her. "Don't be useless to Giovanni."

"I won't," Eve promised quietly.

She held the gun firmer and aimed at the target. She took a deep breath and began to shoot at it several times in succession. Most of the time, she missed.

"A failure," Archer noted coolly. "Reclip and start again."

Eve looked down unhappily, but did as she was told.

"This wasn't what I wanted," Giovanni glared at his subordinate.

Archer bowed. "Forgive me, sir. But she wished to repay you. I thought this would be the best way for her to."

Still stuck in his bowed position, Archer lifted his head up and looked at Giovanni keenly.

"Again, forgive my impudence, Giovanni. But I turned an enemy into an ally."

Giovanni clenched his jaw, but had nothing more to say to his subordinate. He dismissed Archer, and trekked to his wall window. He rubbed his hand against his face.

"This wasn't what I wanted," he muttered again.

Archer had handed her the folder with the information. She was supposed to go after a man named Caius Darkin, but she didn't know why or what he'd done to deserve this. When she'd asked, Archer had berated her.

"It's not your business to know. Do your job and fulfill your duties to Giovanni."

So she kept quiet and said nothing. Instead, she'd gotten herself outfitted and ready to go. Now she was in the building Darkin was said to be in, except she hadn't run into him yet.

"Hello? Excuse me, Miss, but you're not supposed to be here."

She whirled around and saw him, with his long platinum hair and violet eyes. He looked older than his picture, but still young and handsome.

"Caius Darkin?" she asked quietly.

He looked taken aback that she knew him, but he hesitantly nodded in answer.

"Yes, that's me -"

She cut him off when she raised her gun and shot him twice. He went down and she stared in shock, with the whole thing having gone too fast for her to think clearly.

"I...I'm sorry," she choked out, and rushed to his side.

He gave a small smile. "You're...so young. Why have you gone down this road?"

Eve sniffed. "Because...he saved me. And I owe him everything."

His hand reached out and patted her hand, the one clutching at her skirt.

"Please...protect my daughter…"

She tried to cover his wounds with her hands, but felt her mouth dry up at the futileness.

"Please...protect Sonia."

"It was you!" she cried out. "It was only you. They don't want your family."

He gave her another smile, one that said that he knew something she didn't. Then he gave her a funny look, eyes squinting at her.

"You...de Alcotts…" he muttered, though most of it was lost to her.

A bang rang out from behind her and she was frozen in shock as blood splattered across her face and body, the man in front of her dead in an instant.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long," Archer sighed from behind her. "Giovanni is here."

But she stayed there, unmoving and silent. He took one last look at her before leaving. A moment later, Giovanni walked onto the scene and watched her with dark eyes. Running a hand through his hair, he approached her slowly, but stopped beside her.

There was a lot of blood pooling on the floor, and she was sitting uncaringly in it. Her legs were covered in blood, but she continued to stare at the dead man.

Morbidly, Giovanni watched as the blood began to spread, eventually to his feet and covering the soles of his shoes with the dark liquid.

He reached out and caressed her hair, continuing to soothingly thread his hand through the brown locks.

"Mi dispiace," he apologized.

This wasn't what he wanted at all.

Chapter Started 11/11/14 – Completed 11/12/14

A/n: Hey there! Welcome to "The Book of Eve," one of the books in "The Regions Legends." For the first Arcs 0 to 0.3 will be released in a chapter each, containing a collection of vignettes. Afterwards, we'll get into the meat of the story! I hope everyone's enjoyed! Please leave a review because they are really appreciated and loved!