Ok I couldn't resist making another chapter! This is just too much fun to write and I couldn't help myself. I know that the timeline from the movie and my story is a bit off but I hope it can be ignored enough to enjoy the story! Trust me, I have a plan with where this is going lol Don't forget to leave a review if you enjoy it!

Evey woke up to the distinct smell of eggs and bacon. She smiled as she got up from bed and got dressed into a baggy sweatshirt and some drawstring pants. She followed the scent to the kitchen, where she found V at the stove wearing his infamous pink apron. She stifled a giggle as she approached him.

"Goodmorning, V." She chirped. V turned around and bowed his head slightly as he was flipping an omelet.

"Goodmorning, mademoiselle. I hope you have some appetite this morning." V turned back to the stove as Evey sat at the kitchen table. She noticed a plate of bacon and toast, a dipping bowl of jam and a dish of butter on the side. She grinned as she witnessed V's hard work. She remembered last night vividly and she couldn't help but let her heart flutter at the memory. She secretly wondered if perhaps V was just as gleeful about it as she was, but figured when the time was right they could talk about it some more. Right now though, she felt her stomach growl in anticipation for her beautiful breakfast. As if V heard her thoughts, he slid the omelet onto a plate and placed it before her.

"Bon Appetit. I do hope it is to your liking. I also made you some bacon and toast if that doesn't satisfy you." He placed the plates of bacon and toast along with the jam and butter in front of her. She took a bite of her ham and cheese omelet and couldn't stop the rather titillating moan that escaped her mouth. The cheese melted in her mouth and the juicy ham complimented it perfectly. The egg was fluffy enough that it was almost like eating a cloud. The spices mixed well with the other flavors which left Evey drooling. She had to force herself not to shovel the rest of the omelet in her mouth, but rather to eat one bite at a time like a respectful lady. V stood by the stove with his hands folded in front of him.

"I take it that you're enjoying it?" V asked with a cocked head. She looked at him with a gleam in her eyes that made his knees damn near knock.

"It's absolutely delicious. Thank you so much, V." Evey said after she swallowed another mouthful of cheese and egg. V simply nodded as he turned back to the stove to clean up his mess. Once he was done putting the dishes in the sink, he sat at the table to join Evey and saw that the omelet plate was practically licked clean. He couldn't help but let a chuckle slip out. Evey looked bashful and it made her look even more adorable if that were even possible. She slowly slid the plate with bacon on it in front of her and began to work on that as well.

Does she not eat enough? Do I not cook enough for her?

V thought back to all the times that he had left Evey here while he was out setting up his revolution, and wondered how often she actually made something to eat in the kitchen herself. If she only ate when V cooked for her, surely she would be famished most of the time. He watched as she devoured most of the bacon until she finally pushed the plate away and leaned back, her hands on her flat stomach.

"I'm terribly sorry I didn't finish. I'll eat the rest later for lunch." Evey said as she looked towards V, who was sitting perfectly straight in his own chair.

"Leftover breakfast is not a suitable lunch, Evey." V muttered as he picked up the leftover bacon and untouched toast. He would eat what was leftover once Evey started her morning shower. Evey's eyes followed V as he placed the food in the fridge.

"I really don't mind, V." She replied as if she thought him being silly. V shut the fridge door and turned back to Evey as he carefully took off his apron and placed it back on the nearby hook.

"I will be here to prepare lunch Evey so fret not. I need to do a simple errand in town and I will be back in just a few hours." He began to walk towards his sleeping quarters when he heard Eveys chair squeak as she stood up and walked after him.

"Would this errand involve murdering people perchance?" Evey's accusing tone sliced through V easier than any bullet or knife ever had. He flinched only slightly so Evey wouldn't know how it affected him. He knew she didn't approve of his, activites, but he knew that justice demanded more than jail cells and a slap on the wrist. Justice and his thirst for revenge demanded blood and he would not deprive what it desired. He turned his mask towards Evey, even though his back was still to her.

"Yes." He stated simply. He knew he didn't have the heart to lie to her anymore. It would be so easy to skate around it though but he knew she deserved more than fabricated lies. It was bad enough that she was stuck here, the least he could do for her would be hot meals and hard to swallow truths.

"Can I ask who?" Evey said with a bit more strength in her voice. V completely turned his body to face her now, knowing that this would be developed into a full-blown conversation.

"Bishop Lilliman." He folded his arms and went into his standard pose as he waited on Evey to reply. Her eyes went wide as she digested this rather atrocious news.

"You're...you're going to kill the Bishop? Why?" She could hear the panic in her voice and hated that she made her fear known. She tried to be ok with V's pathway to his revolution, but she just couldn't. She couldn't be ok with murders happening left and right, even if it were for a noble cause in V's eyes.

"Do not ask questions you do not want answers to, Evey." V replied in a warning tone. He would tell her the truth, oh he absolutely would, but he also didn't want her to know more than what she could mentally handle. He wasn't ready to tell her about Larkhill just yet, so he hoped that he could be honest with her without bringing up such a sensitive topic. He knew eventually he would either tell her, or she would find out on her own. Clever girl, she was and he knew she wouldn't voluntarily stay in the dark for long. She craved information like he craved revenge and he admired that about her as much as it worried him.

"There must be a reason as to why you're going to kill the Bishop. I just want to know why." Evey stood her ground, her fists clenched on either side. She knew V would tell her the truth if she pushed him enough, so she prepared to hear whatever answer he was about to give her. V raised his head a little higher, and unknown to Evey, he was looking over her head rather than looking her in the eyes. He couldn't handle the look of disappointment that would surely gloss over her face.

"The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart." V recited fluidly as Evey stood there, the wheels in her head turning.

"So...Bishop Lilliman is evil?" She tried to put together what V was saying. He clearly didn't want to outright say the man's cause for his impending death.

"To say the least." V nodded. Evey tried to put herself in V's shoes to try and understand why his mind automatically goes to murder for revenge. She couldn't imagine taking a life unless her own was in danger, no matter how awful she felt towards someone. She knew though that V and her weren't cut from the same cloth, therefore their minds were wired very differently. V wasn't mad really, he was just headstrong against his beliefs and nothing she could say or do would convince him otherwise.

"Does he really deserve for his life to be taken, V?" Evey needed to know that V absolutely couldn't see any other way to bring justice. She didn't know for sure what the Bishop had done that was so evil, but she trusted V to not lie to her. If V said he was evil, then he might as well be sporting some horns in Evey's eyes.

"He does not deserve the life that has been given to him. I'm simply giving him what has been owed to him for many years. Consider it like collecting a debt, if you will." V shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal that he was about to go and murder someone in cold blood. Yet again Evey was reminded of who V really was. She still loved this man and still saw him as the sweet person who comforted her on the rooftop last night, but he was also a skilled assassin that didn't need to be underestimated. Evey sighed and let her shoulders fall.

"Alright." She replied with not much life. She wanted the conversation to be over and she needed to be alone. "I'm going to take a shower. If you leave while I'm in there, please be careful while you're out." V felt his chest tighten at Evey's request. She wasn't going to try and talk him out of his plan? Was she finally accepting him for what he truly was, or was she simply saving breath knowing that he wouldn't budge on his goal? Either way, V was relieved that she wasn't making it as big of a deal as she did with Prothero.

"I will return here safely in a few hours, Evey. You need not worry about me." V stated reassuringly. He didn't want to think about Evey sitting on the couch, worried about if he'd make it back or not. Of course he would, the Bishop would be no match for him and London's finest didn't stand a chance in capturing him.

"I'm always going to worry, V. Might as well get used to that," Evey mumbled as she walked past V, brushing against him ever so slightly as she made her way to the bathroom. V took in a deep breath as he turned and made his way into his 'office' of sorts to continue to prepare for his visit with the Bishop. He wrote down all of the exits and entries to the church and tried to come up with a route he could take to get the Bishop alone, but all failed in his mind's eye. He decided on reading a book to try and relax his mind when he heard Evey open the door behind him. His muscles tensed up as soon as he heard her take a few steps to be beside him. He noticed that she was wearing a royal purple dress that fit her figure perfectly. He raised his head to look her in the face.

"Hi." Evey paused before she continued. "I've been thinking...There's something I want to ask you but...I don't think you'll understand why unless you know a few things about me." V had his complete attention on her in that moment. She was going to express personal things about herself to him? What could she possibly want to ask him? He put down his book and gave a small nod to show her that he was indeed listening. He dared not say a word, worried that he would scare her off and make her change her mind.

"My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say artists used lies to tell the truth while politicians use them to cover the truth up." She said this with a slight smile on her face, showing miniscule pride on her face for her father's intelligence. V felt his heart swell.

"A man after my own heart." V whispered out. He wished he could've met Evey's father, just to be able to have a conversation with him and pick at his brain. If anything, just to meet the man that had a hand into making the woman before him come to life.

"He always told the best stories," Evey looked away from V, as if she were looking back into the past. He could tell she was no longer in the Shadow Gallery. At least until she continued. "Until my brother died. That was when everything changed." V wasn't aware that she even had a brother, much less one that had perished. He slowly realized that Evey had lost her entire family at a very young age. His heart broke for her as she continued to explain.

"My brother was one of the students at St. Mary's. After he died, my parents became political. They protested the war and the Reclamation. When Sutler was appointed High Chancellor, they were at the riot in Leeds. I watched on the television thinking I was going to see my parents killed. I remember them arguing at night. Mom wanted to leave the country. Dad refused. He said if we ran away, they would win. Win, like, it was a game." V was enraptured by Evey's life story. He couldn't imagine how much heartbreak she endured when she was younger. He had no memory of parents or siblings thanks to Larkhill, but the only person he dared let into his heart was Evey. Picturing anything happening to Evey made his bones go cold and his heart clench tightly.

"I never saw them again. It was like those black bags erased them from the face of the earth." Evey turned toward the wall once again, as she relived the memory all over again. V knew how hard it was to talk about difficult times without having to feel the pain all over again. It was the reason he couldn't bring himself to talk about Larkhill. The fact that Evey was able to explain her past in such detail to him, made him adore her even more. He couldn't help but admire her strength and bravery for sharing such a personal thing to him.

"I'm sorry, Evey." It was all he could muster up in such a moment. He watched as she turned her body toward him again.

"No, I'm the one that's sorry. Sorry I'm not a stronger person. Sorry I'm not like my parents, I wish I was but...I'm not. I wish I wasn't afraid all the time, but...I am. I know this world is screwed up. Believe me, I know it better than most. Which is why I wanted to ask, if there is anything I can do to help make it right, please let me know." V loathed the thought of bringing Evey into his plan of revenge, but he thought back to his previous planning for the Bishop and he came up with crumbled up papers time after time again. A distraction might just be what he needed. He knew he needed to weigh the options and risks before outright saying yes though.

"If you wish," V replied back. Evey paused momentarily before she turned and left him again to his own thoughts. He waited until he was sure she was out of earshot before he reached over and uncrumpled a paper ball that had a plan mapped out on it. He stared at the wrinkled paper and knew immediately what his plan would be. He would make sure Evey was safe, the only downside would be that Evey would have to witness the violent side to him. Perhaps she would let him explain to her why the Bishop warranted such a grizzly end once it was all over.

"Let God turn a blind eye to a child in despair, but let him focus on me as I right the wrong that walks with a cassock."

I am tweaking the movie a bit, because I'm letting Evey and V's romance bud a little sooner than the movie allowed. Until next time my fellow vigilantes! xx