Chapter 6: Lascivious:

Lascivious: Lustful.

Lia just laid back. She realized that it had been a few days since she brought V home with her, and she could tell that he was getting slightly antsy. He wanted to check on Evey, that she understood. Begrudgingly, none-the-less, but she understood. She felt a part of herself that didn't want to let V go...at least back to Evey, but she knew that she had to. But it didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy the time that she did have with him.

She watched him practice his fencing with her equipment, watching his fluid movements, watching his cat-like speed. She was amazed by him, wondering why such a thing of beauty was hidden away from the world because of those stupid Fingermen. She resigned that thought and continued to watch him.

She watched every thrust and parry...she shook her head, trying to send away the thoughts that were rushing to her brain. She sized V up, wondering exactly what it took to get him like that. She was glad that he had taken off the wig, smiling to herself at the thoughts that his...previous look...had inspired. Thoughts of curiosity that entailed very...lusty...well, they were very dirty thoughts, let's leave it at that.

She remembered one particular thought. A particularly interesting little fantasy that...(shudder), it is that good, kiddies. It's enough to inspire chills down your spine. She remembered when she first thought of it. It was when she had saw him up close for the first time...the exact details were a little fuzzy at the moment, though...of how she first saw him up close, I mean.

Here's the little fantasy, and in her POV:

I was alone. It was dark. I walked the lonely and barely lit path of the park. I looked at my watch, it was nearly midnight. I hoped by the grace of god that the Fingermen wouldn't catch me. It was cold too. I wrapped my thin scarf around me even more than it was in hopes that it would keep my warm. It wasn't working very well. The wind was blowing, a faint howl wound through it, the sound sending chills through my spine. I cursed the fact that the park was open ground, making me an easy target for the Fingermen. I looked around when I heard a sound other than my own footsteps and the howl in the wind.

My pace quickened, my high heels clicked even louder, even quicker, and even more frantic against the stone path. I knew that I was being followed, I knew that it had to be the Fingermen, AND I knew that I had to run. I couldn't run in these shoes, the heels were too high. I stopped for a minute moment and removed the blasted things.

That's when I broke out in a run that said that I was scared shitless. My hair was whipping in the wind, my gaze frantically looking around, hoping that it wasn't the Fingermen. But boy was I wrong. It wasn't until I was on the grass that they jumped me.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out after curfew?" The leader asked.

"I...I was trying to get home. I was at a party across town...and my ride...left without me," I lied.

"Such a bad liar, sir," said a second man.

I cursed under my breath, hissing in pain when the leader wrapped his fist in my hair.

"What do you think we should do with her?" The leader asked the other men.

"Have a go at her," said a third man.

The leader yanked my head back.

"You'll be one of the lucky ones," He whispered in my ear.

My eyes were snapped shut, waiting for the assault...but it didn't come.

"Let her go," A deep and calming voice said from in the direction of the shadows.

I opened my eyes, looking around, finally my gazed fixed on a figure that the Fingermen obviously couldn't see. I couldn't tell if the figure was looking me in the eye, but I knew that he was looking at me. I put on my best, 'Oh god, please help me,' face, hoping that the figure understood how scared I was. And thankfully, he did. Next thing I knew, there was a small wooshing sound, the leader loosening his grip on me and falling to the ground. I stumbled a bit, quickly righting myself, and then I turned to the leader. There was a knife sticking in his neck.

I saw that the figure had come closer, the other Fingermen had drawn their weapons. The second man tried to grab me, but I stabbed him in the hand with the knife from the leaders neck. The figure looked at me in what I could only guess was amazement.

"Behind you!" I yelled.

He was able to get the third man, then quickly dispatched of the second man. The other two men made ready to run away, but they didn't get very far. I still had the knife from the leader's neck in my hand, wiping off on the man's pant leg. I held it out to the man.

"I think this is yours, V," I said meekly.

"You know who I am?" He asked, nodding his thanks, putting the knife back in his belt.

"How could I not?" I chuckled, "This knife...beautiful craftsmanship."

"A conniseur?" He raised his head.

"In a manner of speaking," I whispered.

I didn't notice him come up to me because I was to busy looking at the ground. (Fun for me, though, now that I know what he looked like before his burns...well, you'll get the idea.)

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked, a gloved finger under my chin.

I could only nod, whispering, "A little."

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked, bringing my gaze to his.

"No," I said breathlessly, seeing beautiful blue eyes behind his cold porcelain mask.

"Good," He said in a husky voice.

Lia was shook out of her thoughts by V calling to her.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes," She sighed, inwardly cursing the fact that he had to interrupt the fantasy right before Dream-V kissed her.