A/N: I know I'm being a bit of a tease with how short this is but this is just a little taste of what's to come in chapter twelve. Enjoy ;)

Eleven

Lights flickered above her...or was that just because she was moving too fast?

Voices chattered above and at her side.

They were frantic, one looked down at her, a face she didn't recognise.

"You're going to be ok, Eve." She said but she looked concerned.

Eve felt extremely weak but she wanted to sit up, tried and a gentle hand pushed her back down again.

Two doors opened and banged against the wall.

The walls were an ivory colour, bland and basic. More noises entered Eve's ears; telephones, more doors banging, people talking in hushed voices and monitors bleeping.

Then she knew; she was in hospital.

Villanelle had nearly killed her.

With that thought in her head, Eve blacked out again.

...

The rush. The adrenaline. The power.

Villanelle felt it all as she watched the light leave the woman's eyes.

It had been quick; they'd met, fucked and now she was gasping for breath as Villanelle choked her.

She wasn't a mark, a target, just an innocent, well she hadn't acted like an innocent with Villanelle but she was innocent compared to who Villanelle normally killed.

This woman, she looked similar to Eve and that had been enough to set Villanelle off.

The woman's nails which had been digging in to Villanelle's bare arms to try to get her to stop were now limp and not even making a scratch.

The expression in this woman's eyes was one Villanelle had seen many times before;

'Why?' They seemed to silently ask.

Villanelle didn't care how they felt when they were dying, she saw fear-my God, she could smell it even- and there was the second just before their soul completely disappeared where they gave in. It was that second between life and death where maybe they could turn it all around. They looked up at her, begging in silence to see if she would stop, if she would let them live...she rarely did.

Maybe this woman (she couldn't remember her name) would have been one of the rare few but she looked too much like Eve, or rather how Eve had looked.

Villanelle had known there was nothing left for her and Eve, killing the ex MI6 operative had been the only choice left, there was nothing else for Villanelle to do except to remove her from the equation.

Now she could go back to doing what she did best.

Maybe she'd find Konstantin, go back into the freelance business with him as boring as it had been, it was what she was good at and maybe as time went on, Villanelle could find ways to make it more fun again.

The woman went limp and Villanelle dropped her lifeless body onto the hotel bed with a small sigh. She'd thought the woman would have at least fought a little.

After grabbing her coat and slipping it on, Villanelle didn't even look back as she left the hotel room leaving a hefty tip on the serving tray.

That should cover the dry cleaning bill at least.

As Villanelle left the expensive hotel and strode out onto the London streets, she smiled to herself as she breathed in the night air.

She felt good. Powerful. Invincible even but that was just the high after a kill, it wouldn't last and Villanelle knew that.

"So you are on your own again."

Villanelle grinned as she slowed her pace and turned around to see Konstantin leaning back against a wall, smiling at her.

"I am as it happens. Have you been watching me?" Villanelle asked, one eyebrow raised.

Konstantin shrugged.

"Maybe. I wanted to make sure you were not in any trouble."

Villanelle put a hand to her heart in mock hurt.

"Me? Trouble? Now where would you get an idea like that from?"

Konstantin pushed off the wall and walked towards her.

"You've given up on Polastri then."

"Who?" Villanelle asked, pretending not to know who he meant.

"Eve. The woman you claimed to love."

Villanelle waved a hand flippantly.

"Past tense, Konstantin."

"So you don't care what happens to her?"

Villanelle made a noise in her throat and then chuckled darkly.

"She is dead. I have nothing to care about anymore."

Konstantin looked down at his feet and then finally grey-blue eyes met hazel.

"She's not dead, Villanelle."

The assassin stared at him.

"What?"

"She's recovering in hospital. Someone found her and got an ambulance to her just in time."

Villanelle frowned.

"Who? Who found her?"

"She is well protected, Villanelle. Someone is always watching her...and you."

Villanelle let out a noise of irritation.

"I put enough poison in her orange juice to kill a horse." She muttered unhappily.

Konstantin shrugged again.

"So what now?" He asked after a little while of watching Villanelle stand there, her eyes centred on something he couldn't see.

When Villanelle looked up, she had a cold smirk on her face, one he had seen before.

She walked over to him and clapped her hand on his back as they started walking along the street.

"Konstantin...when have you ever known me to leave a job unfinished?"