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He was in the attack position that he had taught me so often.

I thought very carefully. I had never seen V when he was angry. Not this angry.

'Are you going to kill me?' I asked calmly.

He said nothing.

I thought about how I would feel if V did kill me. I had a strange sense of elation when I imagined him throwing his knife at me, taking my life. I wouldn't have to feel...I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

I didn't care.

What have I got to live for except for him?

Norse fire took everything from me. If V was the one to kill me, then I would gladly go.

In a blink of an eye, V had lunged forward and held knife to my bared neck, and his hand was wound in my hair, holding my head back.

'Do you want me to Evey?' he whispered

I gasped.

'If you do it V, then...yes'

He let go and stepped back.

He sheathed his knives and stood very still. It completely unnerved me.

I made a move to walk past him, but he pushed me back.

I tried again, but once again he pushed me hard so I fell to the floor.

We stared at each other for a second. I moved forward to dodge past him, and he made a move to push me, but this time I was ready:

I dodged under his forceful lunge, and kicked his feet out from under him.

He looked up, with a surprised air. I ran out into the hallway where there was more room.

With smooth acrobatics, he had regained his feet and followed me out of the monitor room to start a new attack.

Soon we were locked in hand to hand combat that made me glad I thought to put on a bra.

I knew I couldn't win; he was stronger and faster than I. I was using the moves he taught me, and so he was able to predict what I was going to do. I decided it was time to change tactic.

I quickly managed to liberate a few swords from him by dancing around behind him. Once I had gained some distance between us, I began to throw them, as he dodged. Eventually I snagged him on the thigh- Blood dripped from the wound.

I was out of swords. I was weapon less and pissed off, he's the one who left me!

It was his turn, and my turn to out run the blades. He swiftly retrieved them and began tossing them gracefully with more propulsion than I could muster. I kept my eyes on each one, moving faster than I ever had in my life. He missed, all except once. The knife pierced my shoulder with such a force that it nailed me to the wall.

I tried in vain to claw it out.

It hurt like hell; I kept my eye on V who watched me like a caged animal. My blood gushed through my fingers.

He eventually moved forward and pulled it out of the wall, and out of me. I fell to my knees.

He reached down, and tore a piece of the black cloth from his long coat, and tied it round my wound like a tourniquet.

He scooped me up into his arms. I put my head against his shoulder, and allowed him to carry me to his room, where he gently set me on the bed. He treated the wound with butterfly fingers, and sewed up the hole. He left me on his huge queen sized bed. He came back, and I could see a bandage through the rip in his trousers.

He picked me up again, I felt so sleepy from the gentle rocking in his arms. He took me into his private bath room, where his huge ornate bathtub was filled with bubbles and delicately perfumed water.

He set me down gingerly on a long chair in the room, and lifted my arms up, so he could undress me.

Gently, he lifted my soiled tank top and unhooked my bra. He was careful of my shoulder. It was cold, and gooseflesh sprung up over my arms.

He tilted me back, so he could remove my trousers. I was naked then, and nervously thought I glad I had already shaved.

His warmth radiated over me as once again he scooped me up and deposited me into the huge bath tub. The water was warm and delicious.

He turned to leave.

'V?' I whispered.

'Yes Evey?'

'Won't you join me?'

'Not today' he sighed and left the room.

He returned a while after with fresh pyjamas.

Taking the hint, I got out of the bath and dried off while he bustled around tidying up. I could tell he was forcing himself not to look at me.

Once I was dry and dressed, I could see that he himself had showered and changed.

'Well, goodnight Evey.'

I didn't want it to end like this.

'Can I stay here with you?' I asked him tentatively.

'Why would you want to do that?' he asked not unkindly.

Well...I guess it was now or never.

'I...I love you' I said looking away from him.

There was a very pregnant pause.

'Evey...' He started in a strange tone.

I felt so dejected. He didn't feel the same way. And now I've blown any chance of a friendship with him.

I'd have to leave- Tonight. I better go pack my stuff and get out of here before I ruin anything else.

'Oh V, its ok...I understand. I know I'm probably not what you're looking for in a girl...' I must look so pathetic.

'I'm sorry I said anything' I left the bathroom, and V behind.

I'll wait until he's asleep and then I'll leave through the train station, tonight.

I quickly hid in my room, not wanting V to hear my tears.

I let the sobs escape me, as I pulled a back pack from under the bed and started shoving clothes into it.

'Evey? What are you doing?'

V had opened the door and was watching me.

I coughed a hid my face from him.

'No-nothing V, I was just getting ready for bed' I said, and continued to shovel clothes into the bag. There wasn't any noise for a while. He's probably glad I'm leaving.

'Stop Evey, where would you go?' he asked suddenly

'Anywhere' I replied

'Evey!' he sounded anxious.

He knelt down next to me, and took me into his arms. I hated him for not reciprocating, but loved him entirely for everything he is.

'Evey you are everything I could want, I...I love you...but I'm not good for you' he whispered.

He said he loved me!

'W-what do you mean?'

'I'll tell you tomorrow, come with me' his mask betrayed no emotion, as he lead me back his bedroom and asked me to lie down and get some sleep.

'Not without you' I pleaded.

He lay down next to me, and I cuddled into his masculine form, letting myself drift into a comfortable sleep.