Seven
A/N: Just quickly, thank you so much to NotesFromTheChamber for your review, it inspired me to write chapter seven quicker as I'm so pleased to hear you like this fic.
So here you go, enjoy!
Martin, the psychopath expert sat across from Eve, a sad but almost disappointed look on his face. It appeared that he knew she'd end up in here and when they brought her into his office the next morning, he didn't seem surprised. That was unless Carolyn had called ahead and pre-warned him.
"Good morning, Eve. How was your night?" He asked.
She gave him a look and then sat down in the uncomfortable chair opposite him.
"The bed was hard." Eve muttered.
Martin sighed and lent forward, his elbows resting on the desk.
"I'll get straight to it; you're here because you're in too deep with Villanelle."
Eve frowned, she looked affronted.
"And that's anyone's business, why?"
"Because she's a killer, Eve. She's murdered people. Good people. Remember Bill?"
How could she forget?
Bill had been her best friend and Villanelle had murdered him in cold blood on the dance floor of a nightclub as though he were just another hit.
Eve nodded her head slowly.
Martin looked at Eve, his dark eyes meeting her's.
"I know you're not insane, Eve. But Villanelle...she's having an effect on you, and I understand that you may feel lost and alone-"
"You have no idea what I feel!" Eve suddenly snapped.
Martin remained calm, having dealt with all this before.
"Then tell me."
Eve let out a breath.
"I hate myself most of time. I did something terrible and I can never fix it. I made a whole mess of things and instead of getting the support I need, I'm left alone and the only one who hasn't left me is Villanelle, so why shouldn't I want to go with her?"
Martin sat back.
"You feel you need her."
Eve looked down, feeling ashamed.
"Some part of me does. We're...we're the same."
"And why would you compare yourself to a psychopath?"
Eve licked her lips.
She couldn't admit to what she'd done. She couldn't reveal that she'd killed Raymond, that would make her a target for The Twelve, if she wasn't already.
She must have not said anything for a long time because Martin cleared his throat, causing her to look up.
"Sorry, um...what-what was the question?"
Martin gave her a curious look and then steepled his fingers.
"I think maybe some time in here would do you good. I know you're not insane but look at it this way, Villanelle can't get to you here."
...
The gates were very high. A security guard was on site, standing in a little box.
That must be a way in.
Villanelle walked up to the box and tapped on the glass.
The security guard turned and smiled at her.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes actually, I was wondering, could I use your phone?" Villanelle asked in a British accent.
"Erm well, I can't really let anyone in the security box you see."
"I won't be long. It's just my dad was supposed to pick me up and he didn't and now I have to call a taxi and my phone's out of credit. I swear I am having the worst night ever." Villanelle said, piling it on.
The security guard looked around and then nodded, opening the door to her.
"Alright but be quick." He said nervously, probably afraid that if he got caught, they'd fire him.
"Thank you so much."
The security guard nodded and then stepped back as Villanelle reached for the phone and began dialling an unknown number.
"What was that?" Villanelle asked suddenly and the guard turned to look in the direction she was looking in. It gave her enough time to wrap the phone wire around his neck and pull very hard.
The guard struggled, trying to free the wire from his neck as Villanelle kept pulling. His face went purple then blue until finally he stopped and sank to the floor. Villanelle let go when she was certain he wasn't getting back up again and then pressed the button to open the gates.
She walked out of the security box and strolled through the gates and into the grounds of the mental hospital.
She knew there would be more guards the closer she got but this didn't bother Villanelle; all she was interested in was getting Eve out so they could get away from this place.
Sure enough as she reached the doors that would lead into the mental hospital, a guard appeared and his eyes widened when he saw her. This caused a tiny thrill to go through Villanelle; they knew who she was, they knew what she was and they were scared.
The guard reached for his walkie-talkie but Villanelle lunged, slicing her knife across his throat, turning his call for help into a wet gurgle.
She stepped over his body as it fell at her feet and pushed on the door that the guard had come from. It opened and she stepped inside.
A red light came on and lit up the corridor and an alarm started blaring.
Villanelle ignored it all and went to the front desk as though she were a normal visitor.
Someone sat behind the desk, it seemed that no one slept in these places and what with so many lunatics in here, you couldn't wonder at it.
The woman stared up at Villanelle with wide terrified eyes.
"Good evening, I'm looking for someone." Villanelle said pleasantly, not bothering to hide her Russian accent.
"Who-who are you l-looking for?" The woman stuttered.
"Eve Polastri." Villanelle said, playing along, she knew the woman was stalling.
It wouldn't do her any good but then she didn't know that, did she?
The woman clicked on her computer and Villanelle tilted her head wondering if this was all for show or if the woman was genuinely looking her up.
"I-I can't seem to..." The woman trailed off as Villanelle pointed the knife at her, a cold smile on her face.
"Here's the deal, you tell me where Eve Polastri is and I won't make a mess of your face."
The woman swallowed audibly and licked her lips, her gaze went to behind Villanelle and she heard running as more men came from around the corner.
Villanelle sighed, rolling her eyes then looked at the woman, whispering;
"I'm not done with you yet."
Then she turned to face the men who were taking up fighting stances.
"Gentlemen, this could be so easy. I am here for only one person. Let me take her and no one needs to get hurt."
"We have orders to restrain you." One said, clearly braver than the rest, well...that or just plain stupid.
Villanelle nodded that she understood.
"Ok then."
She ran at them and the first one went down as she slashed her knife across his neck. The second ducked but she slashed at his thigh and he cried out as she went for the third but this one was quick and he kicked out at her shins, causing Villanelle to drop to the floor and slide as the floor was now slick with blood.
The fourth came at her holding what looked like a policeman's baton and started hitting her with it, the sounds echoing off the walls in the corridor.
Villanelle curled into the fetal position before she kicked out and the guard went down as the third one circled her as she got to her feet.
She beckoned him forward and he bared his teeth in anger as he lunged.
Villanelle took this opportunity to thrust her knife upward underneath his jaw and through his skull. He dropped, the knife becoming even more embedded in his head.
Villanelle looked around at the dead bodies and the one who cowered in the corner, clutching his bleeding leg.
The assassin retrieved her knife and wiped the blood from her face, causing it to smear on her right cheek.
Letting out a breath, she went back to the desk and lent on it, looking the woman straight in the eye.
"Now, Eve Polastri's room."
...
Eve had heard the alarm and she knew Villanelle had come for her.
Her heart raced at the thought that she would actually be getting out of here and far away from London as possible.
She heard shouts of pain, curses and the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the floor.
Strangely, she wondered if Villanelle had left them alive but of course she hadn't. She would've killed them for fun, hell, she was probably enjoying this!
Eve stood back as an orderly came into her room, he looked understandably scared.
"You need to come with me. She knows you're here and she's coming."
Eve stayed where she was.
"What are you doing?! Didn't you hear me?!" The panic in his voice was becoming even more so.
"Oh she heard you, she just doesn't care." Villanelle's voice came from behind him and then he went down in a splash of red too, her knife moving quicker than he could track.
Villanelle smiled at Eve as she went to her, grabbing hold of the dark haired woman and kissing her.
Eve stared at her when the assassin pulled back.
"You have blood on your face." Eve noticed.
Villanelle shrugged.
"Things got a little messy."
She then took Eve's hand, "We need to go. They'll send more."
Eve let herself be dragged along, passed more dead bodies and it didn't hit her that Villanelle had turned this hospital into a massacre until they reached the front desk.
Guard's bodies littered the small lobby, their blood had started to dry on the floor, becoming a darker red and the receptionist was slouched over her chair, a telephone cord wrapped tightly around her neck. It looked like she had suffered the most.
Eve suddenly stopped, staring at the carnage all around her.
Villanelle felt herself being pulled back and she turned back to see that Eve was just standing there.
"Eve?"
"You did all this?" Eve asked even though she knew.
"For you." Villanelle said, a warm smile on her face.
"Why...why did you kill her?"
Villanelle frowned, a little confused.
"The receptionist? She wouldn't tell me where you were at first."
"But she did eventually?"
Villanelle shrugged.
Eve frowned.
"So why kill her?"
"She annoyed me. Can we go now?"
Eve's gaze went to the guards on the floor.
"And them?"
"Eve, I came here for you, what does it matter?"
"It matters because you didn't have to kill them."
"They fought me."
"She didn't!" Eve found herself screaming as she pointed at the dead receptionist.
Villanelle ran her hands down Eve's arms, trying to soothe her.
"Look, I'm sorry people got hurt but I had to get to you. Eve, look, we're almost out. We can go. Please, don't ruin this for us. Again."
Eve looked into Villanelle's eyes and saw...nothing.
Not love.
Not remorse.
Not even a shred of guilt.
Then again, what was she expecting? Villanelle was a psychopath. She didn't feel anything. She couldn't.
Stepping back, Eve moved away from Villanelle and only then did she see something in the assassin's hazel eyes; anger.
"Eve...don't do this, not again." It was said by way of warning.
Eve shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Villanelle but I'm not going anywhere with you."
Eve turned away, turning her back on Villanelle yet again.
"I'm not giving you a choice this time." She heard the assassin growl before something hit her head and everything went dark.
...
The room was a blur as Eve opened her eyes. Her head pounded and she felt strange, like she couldn't move her arms and legs.
When her vision cleared Eve could see Villanelle pacing in front of the window.
Her hazel gaze went to Eve when she heard her groan at the pain in her head.
"I am very disappointed in you." Villanelle told her.
Eve tried to move and found that she couldn't.
"Have you...have you tied me up?"
Villanelle nodded as she continued to pace.
"I didn't have a choice. You would have run."
"Yeah and with good reason. Where are we?" Eve asked, realising that it was best she know if she was still in London or not.
"A safe house."
"In London?"
"Yes in London." Villanelle sighed, still pacing.
"Could you stop doing that?" Eve barked and Villanelle stopped pacing, turning to look at her.
"What is it going to take, Eve?"
"What?"
Villanelle walked over and crouched down in front of her.
"You want me to be normal, is that it?"
Eve opened her mouth to speak and found that she couldn't.
Villanelle shrugged carelessly.
"I could try..."
But she didn't sound like she looked forward to the idea.
Eve frowned.
"Do you even know what normal is?"
"Sure. Get a boring job, live a boring life, don't kill anyone, stay on the right side of the law, you know, all that stuff."
She sort of understood then.
Life could be boring but it could also be fun just...without the killing people part.
"And you could do that? Get a normal job and live just like everyone else...just to be with me?"
Villanelle stared into Eve's eyes.
"I'd do anything for you, Eve."
Eve sat back and let out a breath.
"Okay then...we'll try being normal."
Maybe it was selfish but Eve wanted to see if Villanelle really could be normal. How deep did the psychopath in her run? Could she even be normal?
Eve knew it was wrong, to ask this of Villanelle, just to treat her like some kind of experiment but she had to know and the offer was too tempting to pass up.
They'd tried Villanelle's way, now they would try Eve's.
A/N: Haha, normal Villanelle, this should be good! I know I'm the one writing it but I can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter :) I'll update soon x
