A/N Both happy and sad to say this is the end. Thank you for reading!. I hope you enjoy it!
Two weeks later:
With a grunt, Villanelle used all of her frustration to put as much force on her blade as possible. The cracking and squelching created by the sawing action only made her want to finish this even faster. She wanted to get it over with, to be at Eve's side, helping her recover, but no. Not more than two hours out of her induced coma, that lasted a whole week for goodness sake, Eve commanded her to take Laura and Xenon, and get back on the plane. It was an understatement to say that Villanelle was not pleased. She had tried to argue, but there was no talking her way out of it.
She argued over whether it was the best idea for them to go back, but Eve had demanded it be done, so they did. She fought against leaving Eve alone, even under the care of the doctors, and she detested the fact that Eve forced all of them to go anyway. She wouldn't even accept letting Laura stay with her for protection. Not to mention what Eve told her to bring back was more than unsettling. The whole thing was an inconvenience to the assassin, but she had two very good reasons not to say no, she was here because she loved that woman, who also happened to be her boss.
Breathing heavily, but finally finished, Villanelle stepped back and wiped the blood off her knife. She looked over her work with a satisfied smirk. It was not even close to the cleanest but it didn't need to be. She took what she came for and made her way out of the cold dark building. It was heavily guarded, due to the evidence held there, but as easily as the guards let her in, they let her out. Her disguise was flawless, as always.
Shortly after stepping outside, she tossed the lab coat she wore, in a dumpster and checked her phone. No one else had reported in yet. She quickly messaged the group that her part of the mission was complete and that she was heading to the plane.
Her phone immediately buzzed, showing a text from Xenon and a text from Laura on her screen. Both of them reported that their tasks were on schedule to be completed by the following day. She didn't do teams, but if she had to, she'd choose them. She wouldn't say she liked them, but working with them over strangers was preferable to her. It also helped that she was in charge of this side mission, which made things slightly better for her. She quickly typed a reply telling them to let her know when it was all done.
Putting her phone away again and pulling her jacket tighter around her, she strolled down the dark street, letting her mind wander. Most of her thoughts surrounded one moderately injured and insanely stubborn Asian woman. She found herself longing to be with her again though it had only been two days.
She had a schedule to keep and a plane to catch, but she wasn't rushing, after all, it's not like Eve's plane was going to leave without her. She was enjoying the fresh air under the glow of the street lights in Geneva, even though much of the city was still closed off after the explosion.
Eventually she got to her motorcycle that she had purposely parked far away to allow her the walk. The drive to the airport was longer than she remembered though, meaning there was no way she was making it on time to the meeting the next morning, especially considering she had an eleven hour flight with a layover ahead of her.
Once on the plane, she was able to relax marginally as the flight was uneventful, thankfully for her. She was still weary of flying though, especially without Eve, so it was a miracle she managed to sleep most of the time. Finally touching down in the Faroe Islands just north of Scotland, she was grateful to be on the ground again, if only for a few hours. Her phone buzzed with numerous texts from Eve asking where she was, as well as various texts from Xenon and Laura about their respective clean-up tasks. She texted Eve that she arrived but didn't expect any response given the fact that she was quite late. She grabbed the item Eve had so questionably requested her, and tried to get herself to the meeting as quickly as possible.
As she got off the plane, the morning sun was rising and there was a cool breeze in the air. She could only imagine that Eve was not going to be pleased with her tardiness. The only thing she had going for her was that she was not searched for weapons which saved her time. Instead, she was immediately brought to the conference room with haste. There were several people waiting outside, but Villanelle paid them little attention. She paused only briefly to give herself a chance to compose herself before she pulled the door open.
The room had been filled with the murmurs of conversation, but now there was silence and all of them turned to look at the assassin as she strode over to stand behind Eve. The room watched her, many of them with wide, disbelieving eyes. Although a few of them gasped, none spoke. Eve shook her head at her, not at all surprised by Villanelle's lateness. "It's about time. I trust it has all been taken care of?" Eve looked up at her. Villanelle nodded.
Eve stood as best she could, leaning heavily on a cane. Villanelle wanted to help her, but knew it was not the time to get handsy with her boss.
"Sorry for the delay, allow us to get started," Eve announced. "You remember Villanelle, I'm sure," Eve presented her, knowing they all thought she was dead. "Let me take a moment to…"
"Should we not wait for Quinton?" Four asked gruffly, interrupting her.
"In due time," Eve snapped curtly. The man shrunk back into his seat and a new tense silence fell over the room. Eve didn't bother sitting down. "Villanelle?" She held out her hand expectantly and reluctantly Villanelle handed it over.
Eve set the object in front of her, and unwrapped it quickly. The whole room gasped. If they hadn't been surprised by Villanelle's apparent resurrection, they certainly were all shocked to see Quinton's lifeless head sitting on the table before them. "This is the fate that awaits traitors to the organization,"
"You're going to cut off our heads?" Five asked in horror.
"Not specifically, just know that there is no escaping me. Even think about betraying me, or the organization, and I will end you, one way or another," Eve hissed dangerously and the man flinched a little. "Four...Five...Eight...Nine...and...Ten, your services are no longer required by the organization," Villanelle pulled out a pistol she had brought with her and came to stand behind Four. She looked a little too eager to kill him and Eve raised a hand for her to relax. "I will, however, hear what you have to say,"
"Why us?!" Nine cried, looking around nervously for support from her fellow councilmembers.
"I have sources that say you all conspired with Quinton to disrupt our agenda, not to mention attempts at murdering myself and our top assassins, but I'm giving you a chance to change my mind," Eve shrugged.
Four glared at her angrily. "How can you do this?!" He growled in his German accent.
Eve's expression remained calm. "How more clearly can I put it?! You and your co-conspirators are traitors to everything this organization stands for, and you very nearly ruined all we have ever tried to do! Because of your actions, I am in charge now, and I hate to break it to you, but this is how I'm going to show it. Siding blindly with Quinton has done you no favors," Eve explained.
"It was not blind. He was right, this organization does need better leadership. We thought that would be you,"
"You mean you thought you could control me better than my predecessor, but look around. You were wrong," Eve nodded to Villanelle who more than happily shot the man a fraction of a second later.
"How dare you?! This is madness!" Ten jumped up, yelling frantically. Eve nodded to her assassin again who shot Ten where she stood.
"Who's next, I think we got a little out of order?" Eve smirked and Villanelle shifted to stand directly behind Five.
The man watched Eve intently. "Quinton was wrong. You are not as malleable as he suggested. I was not sold on his plan, and I see now for good reason," Five stated calmly.
"I second that," Eight added quickly.
"I agree!" Nine spoke up as well.
Villanelle rolled her eyes. "Oh please," She muttered under her breath, but Five heard and glared up at her.
"Very well," Eve said, paying close attention to their reactions. The three remaining accused councilmembers all visibly sighed in relief. Villanelle shot her a confused look and opened her mouth to protest but Eve held up her hand silencing her. She scanned the room one more time, her eyes passing over each of their faces. "I just don't believe any of you," A knowing smirk appeared on Villanelle's face. She would take great pleasure in killing them all, all she needed was for Eve to give the word. Eve met her impatient gaze and she nodded again. Three shots rang out through the air in rapid succession, followed by the sounds of their bodies hitting either the table or the floor. Villanelle lowered her gun. "The rest of you have been warned," Eve said with chilling calmness. "You may go now. Let them in on your way out, and prepare the plane for departure," Eve directed to Villanelle. "Oh and take this with you," The assassin nodded, taking the head in disgust, and walked out.
She held the door open, giving her a better look at the people that had been waiting outside. There were three men and three women. The first woman was older, with very short brown hair with determined eyes. She walked with unhindered intention. She looked Villanelle up and down quickly but her stone cold expression did not change. The first man on the other hand was young, his hair was short and brown, he wore thin circular framed glasses, and his eyes were empty. He was almost arrogant in the way he walked past her into the room, not bothering to look in her direction at all.
The second woman was younger than the first, she had darker skin and her hair was longer, cut to just above the shoulder. She had a kinder face, and she gave Villanelle a polite smile.
The second man was large, not fat but muscular. He was bald with beady eyes. He sneered at her as he shuffled into the room.
The third man was easily forgettable and upon seeing the woman who was following behind him, Villanelle paid him no more mind. Villanelle narrowed her eyes at the much older woman, deciding if she did in fact recognize her. The woman certainly recognized her and smirked at her but Villanelle did not have a chance to react before the woman walked past her and took a seat at the table. The assassin shook it off and finally left, shutting the door softly behind her.
She didn't know how much time passed, but she finished everything Eve asked, including disposing of the head. Now she sat and waited outside the conference room for what seemed like hours.
Finally, the door opened and the people poured out. Eve was last to exit, moving slowly with a limp and leaning heavily on her cane. "Finally. I thought I would never get out of there, come on Vill, time to go,"
"All new targets decided and everything?" Villanelle asked with a yawn, as she stood and stretched out.
"Yes, the next actions are set and roles have been assigned," Eve said matter-of-factly.
Villanelle glanced down at her expectantly. "So…?"
"So what?"
"Where am I off to?" Villanelle had a few guesses, probably the United States or England.
"You have been assigned a mission," Eve stated vaguely. "We will go to Paris for you to gather anything you may want or need, then I will see to it that you reach your destination on time,"
Villanelle sighed heavily. "You're really not going to tell me?"
Eve nodded with a small smile.
They still had much of the day ahead of them when they arrived at Villanelle's apartment in Paris.
"It's a little messier than I remember it," Villanelle glanced around, then at Eve who sat on the assassin's bed.
"Yeah, well...um..." Villanelle had this knowing expression on her face making Eve sigh in defeat. "Gods, you already know I stayed here, you don't need to be like that,"
Villanelle smirked, but changed the conversation. "So, going to tell me what kind of clothes I should choose?" She wandered over to her closet and grabbed a handful of different things before turning to Eve again. "Will I need a disguise? Should I bother with a wig?"
Eve shook her head so she tossed them back into the closet. "Uniform or casual?"
"Casual," Eve didn't hesitate.
"Well that's something at least," Villanelle muttered. She rifled through her clothes pulling out her higher end casuals. "These good?" She held them up for Eve to see. While Eve would have killed to see Villanelle rocking those outfits, she shook her head.
"You wont need them where you're going," Eve smiled to herself.
Catching Eve's change of face, she cocked her head to the side. "Why not?"
"Trust me, you just wont need them," Eve pried herself off the bed and shuffled over to stand near the assassin. "Why don't you order us some food to take with us, and I will pack your clothes,"
Villanelle frowned. "No. You need to rest, I can do both,"
"Do I need to make it a command?" Eve challenged her. "Please, it'll be faster,"
"You are frustrating," The blonde gave in and walked off.
Eve made quick work of filling the bag with Villanelle's clothes that she knows had never seen the light of day. Mainly sweatpants, pajamas, and anything that looked comfortable, Eve packed it all. Limping over to the door, bag on her shoulder, she tried to balance herself using the cane. She leaned on the doorframe where she had a very nice view of Villanelle's behind as the blonde was leaning on her elbows over the counter, on the phone with some unknown restaurant. Eve couldn't help but smile listening to her assassin speaking flawless French.
She caught Eve's gaze and blushed a little. She ended the call quickly and rushed over to take the bag from Eve. "How long am I going for? This is heavy as shit?! How many clothes are in here?!" Villanelle tried to look in the bag but Eve stopped her.
"Come on, lets just go pick up dinner and get back to the plane," Eve grabbed the assassin's hand and headed for the door.
Their flight was long and turbulent, ensuring neither of them slept a wink the entire time. The wheels were on the ground at near three in the morning. The air was chilly and Villanelle shivered when she stepped off the plane, and she noticed there was a car waiting for them on the tarmac.
"Where are we?!" Villanelle yelled against the wind as she followed Eve to the car.
"Norway!" Eve grinned at Villanelle's confusion. "I'm pretty sure I owe you a visit to my cabin," Villanelle stopped walking, shocked, and Eve just laughed.
The assassin stood still, her tired mind racing to catch up with what Eve was saying. "Coming, babe? Cause if not, I will send you right off to Russia," Eve said as she climbed into the car. Villanelle's eyes widened and Eve watched her run to throw the bags in the trunk and get in the seat next to her. Eve couldn't help but smile. "Truthfully, that's where the council wanted to send you, but being me, I vetoed tha..." She didn't let Eve finish talking, interrupting her with kisses all over her face, before finally kissing her deeply right on her soft lips.
"I'm glad you're excited, so am I," She whispered softly. Eve cupped the blonde's cheek and kissed her again. Villanelle couldn't imagine anything better than that. After a few moments, they shifted to get comfortable, leaning against each other and falling into comfortable silence.
The car ride was long. Eve fell asleep first, her head on Villanelle's shoulder, and Villanelle was not far behind, her head resting on top of Eve's.
By the time they finally arrived at Eve's cabin, it was well close to five in the morning.
Villanelle was astounded when she set foot in the door. When Eve said cabin, in her head she thought that just meant a secret mega-mansion in the forest, seeing as Eve was one of, if not the, most powerful person in the world. She wasn't completely wrong, but this was a legitimate log cabin and the scale of it surprised her. Not that it was huge, actually it was the opposite. It was relatively small given the amount of money she knew Eve had access to. Dropping the bags in the living room, she took a quick walk around. It was two story, three bedrooms upstairs, one being the master, a large kitchen, and a cozy living room complete with bay windows and a fireplace. She discovered there was also an indoor pool and hot tub, as well as an exercise room, and an office.
When she arrived back by the entrance she found Eve painfully struggling to climb the stairs. "How long will we be here?" Villanelle climbed the stairs to stand impossibly close behind her.
Eve paused, looking at her over her shoulder. "I don't know, however long we want,"
"Can you promise me no more work for a while?" Eve still had her back to her, but she knew Eve was going to argue with her so she continued quickly. "At least until you're healed," She felt Eve give in before she said anything.
Eve sighed and turned around to face her. "I think I can do that. No one should need us for at least a week,"
Villanelle wrapped her arms around her. "A week, is that all?" She pouted.
Eve grinned, how could she not, when Villanelle made faces like that. "We will see, we can probably stretch it to two," The assassin's eyes lit up and she gently but excitedly swept Eve into her arms and finished carrying her up the stairs to the bedroom.
Both of them were beyond exhausted and with the promise of two weeks without any obligations, they could finally let themselves rest, Eve was still too injured for anything else anyway. For now, they were both more than content to just be there with each other, happily falling asleep in each other's arms.
A/N Thanks for Reading! Plans for a sequel are in the works! If you liked this story, be sure to stay tuned for the next one!
If you had a favorite/least favorite scene overall, I'd love to hear about it! Also feel free to share any guesses on who the new council members are!
Happy 2021 everyone! Stay Safe!
