A/N How's this for a speedy update! And I can gladly say that this is way better than my last update. Or so i hope. So i hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it! But on an unfortunate note I don't know when I will update again. I have found myself in a rut with this story so far. I have a few ideas floating around, it's actually putting them to paper that'll be the hard part. But don't worry it won't take me long to figure it all out and I'll update again in no time!

Once again enjoy!

~Axelrocks~

Chapter 9

Evey finished with the last touches of her make-up and looked at her watch once more.

It was almost time.

Checking herself once more in the mirror she made sure that she looked perfect. Or as close as she could.

She jumped a little when someone knocked softly on her door.

"Yes?" She asked knowing it was V.

"I was just seeing if you were almost ready."

Her answer was her opening the door.

She saw him look her over. She was wearing a strapless black dress that flared out a little at her knees and a little black jacket that covered up her shoulders. She hoped she wasn't over dressed. They were just taking a walk after all. Nothing more.

"You look…lovely, Evey."

She blushed. "Thank you."

"Well the sun has set, the night is young. Shall we be off?"


The streets were brightly lit and the streets were filled with people.

No more curfew also meant more people would take advantage of their newly found freedom.

Unfortunately the more people there were the more that recognized V.

Numerous people approached him. They wanted to thank him. Some even burst into tears of happiness when they saw him.

This walk had quickly turned into something Evey didn't want. She wanted V alone, not with every person in London!

She jumped when V leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Please," she said with much relief.

"Then follow me."

Then with a skill she knew V only possessed they slipped unnoticed by everyone.


They found themselves in a poorer section of London. But Evey didn't mind. She was just glad that there was hardly anyone out, and those that were didn't bother them.

"Is this much to your liking?" V asked her as he walked alongside her.

"Yes," she smiled to herself when their hands lightly brushed. "How did you do it that first night out?"

"No one was out then. They still had no idea about what exactly had happened. I have to admit I liked the streets better then." He smirked, even though he knew she could not see. "I could not get a word to you without someone wanting to shake my hand."

"I know!" She laughed.

V couldn't help but smile at the sound of her laughter. He had only heard it on a few rare occasions and found that he quite enjoyed it.

Then all of a sudden she saddened.

"What is it, Evey?"

She pointed to a small brick house. "That's where I use to love when I was little. Before my parents died." She walked up the stones steps that led to the door. "It's been empty ever since."

"How's that?" V asked, curious. It wasn't a bad looking house, he was surprised no one had wanted to live there.

"My parents had given it to me. I've been making the payments on it and everything. I just…" she paused swallowing the tears that threatened to choke her up. "I just can't bring myself to live here."

"I understand, Evey."

She gave him a small smile and they continued along in silence.

Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pointed excitedly at the sky. She had seemed to have forgotten about her parent's home.

"Look at that moon, V, isn't it beautiful?" Her eyes shone and in them the moon was reflected.

V had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Yes, it is very beautiful."

Never once did he let go of her hand.

She didn't mind at all.


They returned to the gallery later that night.

V gently took off Evey's jacket and hung up in the closet alongside his own cape.

"That was quite a lovely walk, was it not?" He asked her and gently took her by the elbow and led her into the main room.

"It was very lovely," she said, almost with a wistful sigh.

After that had stood and stared at the moon and the millions of shimmering stars they continued their little stroll around, hands still clasped together. And though neither spoke for the rest of their walk, they felt that they didn't have too. It all seemed so perfect.

She knew that now was the perfect time.

"Wait here, V," she told him. "I'm going to get something."

"Alright," he said slightly confused.

She gave him a smile and left the room.

Within in moments she returned with a long black scarf in her hand.

V stared at it curiously. What was she thinking of doing?

"Here." She handed him the scarf. "Tie this around my eyes."

"What?" He asked clutching the scarf in his hands.

She laughed. "It's alright. You'll see what I'm doing in a few moments."

He shook his head, but still tied the scarf around her eyes.

She turned around and faced him. "Nope, I can't see a thing."

"Evey, do you mind telling me what on earth you are doing?"

"Would you mind taking off your mask, V?"

"What?" What was she planning on doing?

"I cannot see a thing so you don't have to worry about me seeing your face."

He shook his head. "But I don't understand."

"You will. Just…trust me."

"Alright…" he reluctantly agreed and slowly slipped his mask off. He hoped that she was telling him the truth about not being able to see a thing.

"Is it off?" She asked tilting her chin up a little.

"Yes," he sighed.

She reached up her hand, as if to touch his cheek but he stopped her.

"What are you doing, Evey?"

"V, I love you. I'm respecting your wishes by not seeing your face," she squeezed his hand. "I want you to…kiss me."

"What?" He dropped her hand and took a step back. "Evey..I-I can't. Please…"

"V, I love you," she repeated. "Please…I can't see your face."

She took a step forward her hands searching the air for him. Not finding anything she took another step forward and was surprised when she bumped into his chest. She tilted her head up, knowing his face was just above hers.

Even with the blindfold around her eyes she still looked beautiful. It took all his willpower not to gather her in his arms.

Instead he gently pushed her away.

"Please, Evey. I don't want to give you any hope…that anything will ever change between us."

"V, you cannot mean that," she said hating the face that tears were coming to her eyes.

After several moments of silence she ripped off the blindfold and burst into tears when she saw that she was alone.


V leaned against the door to his room, hating himself as he listened to Evey cry. Why couldn't he at least given her a little peck?

He walked over to his night table and grabbed up the lotion the doctor had given him.

"This better work, Doctor."

He couldn't bear continuing to hurt Evey.