Please don't be too unkind, first time posting anything like this…..haha…..hope you enjoy. Obviously, a disclaimer that I owe nothing of the Killing Eve story, and copyrights. Only for entertainment purposes. MA+ if reading because….come on, it's a fanfiction of Killing Eve.

Villanelle – Chapter 1

I never left London.

Not after…I shook my head at the sight of the bridge from my London one bedroom apartment that was small and smelt awful. Crap from the Thames creeping up the plumbing. It did not have the luxuries that I normally would lavish on it. I no longer needed the childish security of a really cool hideout or hidden escape from the outside world.

There was hardly a stick of furniture in the place except a sofa bed and a run-down kitchen that needed a good clean. I think I cooked in it two weeks ago judging by the dishes left in the sink.

I bought this dog shit apartment for one reason only. The London bridge that lit up the apartment living room at night. It made up for the rats outside or the smell. It kept me close to the one person I cared about most in the world but could never have.

Eve would never come looking for me here.

Well, as well MI6 did not have the money the Twelve did. It was enough. It meant for the first time…I could have a home. I had a secure postal address and my boss hired me to kill those who threatened Eve's country's' enemies and so Eve's enemies.

Carolyn asked me if I wanted to tell Eve my new role in MI6 but…I could not. She had lost so much because of me. Her husband, her job, her best friend and boss, and her creditability. If I could keep her safe from afar…it was enough for me. Besides, Carolyn always kept me updated on Eve and ensured she was safe and working on bringing down a new serial killer. A new favorite of the Twelve.

I was better of course…

The clue for my next target on a familiar post card like before I met Eve. New York. A Central Park apartment outlooking the Central Park lake. It was a big rally for some New York Mayor candidate. A woman who liked women. She must have been sixty and half dead if you considered how much she resembled a crocodile handbag. She had good taste if you looked at the much younger woman at her side.

Slender, tall, striking features with thick brown curly hair. My eyes focused on the girlfriend feeling my chest tighten.

She looked like Eve.

I could not believe sometimes that I did leave Eve on the bridge on her own. Especially when she turned around. She turned! She fucking turned when I told her not to. How could she be so cruel to make me do what is best for her even more difficult than it already was?!

It was the hardest thing I had ever done but I could not imagine her in the life that I know I must lead. It is what I am. A monster.

I could not make her a monster too. She was a good person. I needed her to be. I needed to believe that I had not broken her. Suddenly, I found myself chuckling, no! No, I could not do that! I shot her in the head, and she came after me. Eve was not easily broken.

My hand traced the picture. The girlfriend wore a dress close to the one I saw for Eve and bought her an exceptionally long time ago. Even if I only got to see her while drenched in it up close.

I had once dreamed that she could love me for me, and once that might have been true, but I fucked up. Like I fuck everything up.

Getting up for a shower, I left the postcard on the side.

Meanwhile….

Eve was frustrated. "Urrrrr!" She kicked over the coat rack to lessen her irritation. "Dead end! Dead end again!" She moans.

Carolyn walks in to see the coat rack overturned and coats scattered along the floor. Members of the team silent in the witnessing Eve's tantrum. She had taken off her own coat in her normal routine of placing it on the said coat rack before greeting her team in a friendly manner. Instead, she was confused of how to conduct this ritual when Eve was panting in annoyance at the inanimate objects.

"I see." Carolyn spoke the words as soon as she registered the source of the incivility. "Bad day."

Eve grunts and slumps in her chair. Even Carolyn had to say Eve's personal taste had rapidly improved since Villanelle had left her. Despite her personal wardrobe being upgraded massively, Eve had never been quite herself and frankly turned into a quick-witted bitch.

"You should get some sleep." She shook her head. "Eve." Eve turned in her expensive Gucci black pant suit. "Go home."

"I can't go home! I am so close."

"So close to what?"

The question must have been a bad call because Eve shook her head, gazing out at the window whilst biting her right thumb before stealing the leftover birthday cake from Brian's 40th. "See you tomorrow."

Carolyn sighed.

The team had not spoken since the exchange. Now they were muttering about tasks and how to improve the situation that had turned sour.

Still coat in hand, she wandered over to the window to see the bridge in clear view. The bridge that turned Eve from being a passionate thinker to an office despot. She needed to bring the two love birds together. Or it would be the unmaking of them.