Author's Note: Sup guys… This is Janelle with another update (Yay) sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writers block; no ideas and such.

Disclaimer: Once again; I do not own 'V For Vendetta' nor any of its characters, just writing this for the hell of it.

Chapter Two

She felt herself being shaken lightly, the grip on her shoulders growing firmer and firmer; slowly regaining consciousness, panic taking over her. Where was she?

"Violet… Voilet… VOILET!" Her head snapped back into reality; a familiar, mocking face met hers. The shaking stopped.

"Violet, are you okay," V questioned, his voice booming with concern. She blinked twice, realizing she was safe, "Yes… You sc-scared me."

"Are you sure you are feeling well? I was sure you were in shock."

He tilted his head curiously and kneeled down closer to her.

"No. I mean yes… I just had a nightmare," her lip quivered slightly. Violet looked around with a tiresome look on her face, trying to hold back tears.

"What happened," V asked, trying to sound casual. He did not want to upset the poor girl, but he knew he was asking too much, going too far, as one would say.

She looked down, letting out a slight, frustrated growl. Quickly wiping a tear rolling down her cheek, she hoarsely whispered, "Nothing."

V let out a small sigh, rising to his feet quickly, "Would you like some tea?"

She smiled slightly, her face flooding with relief, soon filling with sunshine, "Why not," she grinned.

Violet jumped off of the bed she rested in and ran past V, leaving him temporarily caught off guard. Her face immediately beamed as she ran though the thick wooden doorway, sliding to a stop, "Whoa!"

V trailed behind her slowly, an actual grin forming behind his mask. She quickly turned toward V, mouth agape, pointing up at the ceiling, "This place?"

"My home," V chuckled, amused by her attitude. He spun on his heel, facing a different direction. With quick, graceful strides, he made his way towards the kitchen, turning his head toward Violet; beckoning her with his shiny, mysterious mask... Violet's right eyebrow rose as she followed, a certain type of tenseness and uncertainty growing inside her with each step she took. Was she really safe? Her eyebrows furrowed as she pursed her lips, observing the man in front of her. Maybe what she heard on the TV was true. She felt the knife in her pocket. 'I though I lost this while the Finger…' She shuddered, the thought breaking off abruptly; she clutched her knife.

V, feeling the heat of a glare on his back, stepped onto the tiled floor of the kitchen; he came to a halt and turned around quickly, making Violet jump.

"Do I frighten you?"

Violet looked down, fumbling with the knife in her pocket nervously, "No… Kind of… Y-Y-Yes?"

She removed her hand out of her pocket, the knife falling to the floor; the hollow thump broke the silence of the Shadow Gallery. She let out an expletive under her breath while kneeling down awkwardly. She paused.

V quickly stepped toward Violet, kneeling down in front of her. He picked up the knife and tossed it on the table swiftly.

"Why do I frighten you?"

Violet stood, her knees shaking. 'Why am I so nervous,' she thought. "I don't know why you scare me," she blurted.

V rose to his feet slowly, "I am quite certain that you do."

Violet's lip quivered as tears welled in her eyes, "Can I leave? Please."

V looked down, "No, I'm afraid you cannot. Violet; be thankful I saved you. If I did not then you would probably be dead. Please understand what I am saying."

"Please, please, please," Violet whispered; tears streaming down her face. She dropped to her knees. "Please!"

"Violet, stop acting like a child. You cannot leave. It has only been a week since I destroyed the Old Bailey, haven't you a clue of how dangerous it would be? You need only stay here until after the Fifth of November," his voice started to grow louder, sparking with annoyance. He pitied the child, realizing how much of a wreck she must be.

The girl let out a sudden shout, ringing throughout the Shadow Gallery. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she stood up, grimacing. She looked at V, a sudden shiver traveled down her spine, "Right."

She sucked back her tears, "I'm sorry."

V sighed, thankful that she stopped crying, "It's fine. Have a seat while I make some tea."

The sound of the chair sliding back made Violet feel a wee bit more comfortable; she sat down, observing her surroundings. Letting out a loud sniffle she rested her head on her hand, still sucking back the tears. She was not going to cry, and she felt like an idiot for being such a baby. Her head flooded with thoughts; she closed her eyes.

In the midst of silence, a beautiful, low and rich voice resonated throughout the air, humming. Violet opened her eyes, following the sound. Her sights fell on V. "You have a pretty voice."

V stopped, "Why thank you. I didn't really intend for you to hear me," Violet found a trace of embarrassment in his deep and poetic voice in which she admired. She smiled and by the looks of it, V smiled back.

"Er. What time is it?"

V stopped yet again, thinking. "I believe that it is very late." He continued brewing the tea.

"Where is… What's her name- Eva?"

"Evey? Oh, she is sleeping, I am surprised she didn't wake up."

Violet stirred on her chair, squinting her hers slightly, a small frown formed on her lips.

"Tea is ready." V set a fruity looking cup in front of Violet, returning back to a nearby stove, he then leaned on the ledge; his artificial eyes seemingly fixated on Violet. She felt the heat of a glare on her face and moved slightly, growing uncomfortable.

"Oh." Violet snapped out of her trance and grabbed the cup of tea, letting the steam evaporate under her nose; pretending that she did not know the man was staring at her.

V slid onto a chair, propping his hands neatly on the table. Violet took a sip of her tea, "Thank you V."

"You are welcome young lady, enjoy your tea."

Violet let out an uneasy, nervous smile, returning to her drink.

For some time an awkward silence floated in the air, interrupted every two minutes or so by the sound of liquid being sipped slowly. Violet sighed and set her cup down, looking at V, waiting for him to speak.

He stood up, pushing the chair out from underneath him. He made his way to the living room, expecting Violet to follow.

With a long sigh Violet stood up, clenching her fists. "Why?"

V stopped in his tracks, "Pardon me?"

Violet walked towards V, uncertain if she should advance any further. "Not why… I know WHY I can't leave but who cares if I die? I'm a loser, who would care? I'm a fuck up, like the governments gonna want to listen to me."

V straightened up, a growl grew in his throat, "Violet," He turned around quickly, walking briskly towards Violet. He hovered over her; his image remained ominous, "I do not trust you. I know that they would capture you as soon as you left my home. And in probability you would die," He shook his head violently, "Drop it child." He spun around immediately, only to have a small but strong hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

With only his reflexes to guide him he grabbed the hand and twisted it quickly; he heard a crack and a shrill scream; piercing the air sharply. Violet sank to the floor, clutching her wrist, strands of hair dangling in front of her pale face. She was too shocked to cry, "I'm sorry V, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

V stood frozen in his place, horribly ashamed of himself. He knelt down in front of her, pointing a finger out towards her wrist. The bone stuck out of the skin, the wrist placed in a very unnatural way. "Violet, let me help you -,"

Violet snapped back quickly, her eyes dilated and full of fear, "Don't touch me please." Her lip quivered, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, don't hurt me-," her voice sounded frail and weak.

V reached his hand out towards her, "Violet, you must rest, just let me-,"

Violet shook her head slightly, "No. I was right, I thought you were going to hurt me, you did. That's why I am scared. I don't know you; you are a stranger… Not safe."

V snapped his hand back, as if the words had burnt him; that hurt. He moved slowly towards Violet, closing in on her. "Violet, don't fight me… You will just harm yourself even more, you need rest."

She started sobbing weakly, like she had while the Finger stole her dignity. She took her broken wrist and pushed on V's chest as he swept her up in his arms; she gasped in pain. V looked down at her, "Don't fight." He struggled to get her to stay still; grabbing her arms firmly, pressing them against her; being careful not to touch her wrist. "Don't fight, Violet." He took her into the spare bedroom and set her down carefully, holding her arms and legs in place. "Violet, I will not hurt you, stop fighting!"

Violet let out a small growl, "Bullshit." V kept on holding her down, "Watch your mouth young lady."

"Violet… If I let go will you stop struggling?" He loosened his grip slightly. Violet glared at him for a moment and nodded, "Fine."

He let go, sitting up straight on the bed. "Why do you insist on fighting?" Violet looked away, her face twisting with thought and anger, "Because."

V sighed, "You are difficult." Violet shot a glance at V, "And you aren't?"

He remained silent.

Violet tried to sit up, pushing with her bad wrist, a small yelp escaped her lips, "You broke my wrist!" Violet let out a small groan, laying down again, holding her stare with V.

He sighed, still staying quiet. "May I tend to that now?" She shook her head, "No." V stood up, folding his hands together. "Very well, but I will need to have a look at that soon."

Violet looked down at her wrist, realizing how badly it was hurt; quick shots of pain ran throughout her body. "Fine," she rested her bad wrist on her stomach, trying to ignore the pain.

V's shoulder's slumped, "Goodnight Violet, rest well…" Violet looked up, "Yup." V stepped towards the door in slow, forced steps. He stopped. "Violet?" Violet looked up again, "What?"

"Why are you afraid of me?"

She let out a soft moan, "As you said before; drop it. I don't want my other wrist broken OK? Is that what you fucking want, to make me cry? I've learnt my lesson. Please leave me be.

V felt a giant fist of emotions punched him in his face, the mask powerless to stop these words. He never felt, in one day, such an array of feelings. He was hurting, badly.

He tried to cover the hurt, "Very well Violet, goodnight…" V looked down, grasping the door handle, "I am sorry," he whispered. Violet looked up quickly, "What?" V sighed quietly, "Nothing." He silently closed to door, wishing to turn back time. Ever since that day in which he was freed he was always cold and calculating, blunt and harsh, insane. He didn't particularly like these feelings that emerged so suddenly, but he felt like a normal human. "I am sorry."

Authors note: Well there is chapter in all its glory, so enjoy!

Janelle