A/N Once again I'm so sorry for the wait! This chapter gave me some difficulties, but here it is now so I hope you all enjoy!
~Axelrocks~
Chapter 13
Evey found that she could not sleep that night. She tossed and turned the whole for what seemed like hours and images of the man she had just met flashed through her mind. Who was he? And how had he known her name?
She threw her pillow at the wall in frustration and sat up with a huff. With those thoughts continuously running through her mind she knew she wasn't going to get much sleep any time soon. So she climbed out of bed and headed towards her kitchen,
In the kitchen she placed a kettle to boil on her stove and then went to wait in the living room until she heard the kettle's piercing shriek.
After pouring herself a cup of the warm liquid she walked into her living room once again and sat down on the couch. She didn't bother to turn on a light and sat in complete darkness. The pitch blackness didn't bother her and gave her the opportunity to think more about the mysterious man. She conjured his face to mind, though it wasn't the best picture since it had been dark outside.
Once again she asked herself; How had he known her name? Had she met him before? Before V's revolution, when she worked at the BTN? But she couldn't put a name to that face and he didn't seem familiar to her at all.
Nope, she had never seen that face before.
~V~
She awoke with a start when she heard something crash to the floor. Was someone breaking into her house? She quickly got up from her sleeping position on the couch and ran to the side, but a searing pain in her foot stopped her.
She looked down and saw the remains of her porcelain tea cup and saw that she had stepped on one of the large and sharp shards.
"Bloody hell," she muttered and hopped to the recliner and sat down to examine her now bleeding foot.
It wasn't a large cut but it was deep and blood gushed from it. She got up and hopped to the kitchen where she went a towel to clean it up and got down the first aid kit from one of the cupboards. Things would have been so much easier if she wasn't living by herself.
If I was still living with V… She shot down that thought before she could complete it. There was no use of thinking of V…Ever.
She carefully bound her foot and then went about the task of cleaning the remaining shards up. This proved to be quite difficult since she could not put a lot of weight on her injured foot.
If only V…
~V~
Eric was back in his old office, at his old job.
And bored as hell.
He was now just a regular detective and no longer in charge of the high-profile investigation against V. Now the only highlight of his day was if he received an email or someone came to his office to 'chat'. He had not received a case since he had started
As he sat there in total boredom and silence his thought began to drift toward Evey and last night. He knew he should have never kissed her, but he had grown attracted to her in the last couple days. He wasn't in love with her but he knew if he started seeing her more it wouldn't be long until he did.
Maybe he should take a break from her. He knew things would be awkward between them for a little while after that kiss, so know he could just focus on his work. If he ever got anything interested to do.
He sighed. V was a lucky man to have someone like Evey to love and care for him like she did. Just then a thought popped into his head.
Where was V? He hadn't seen him in over a week and he suspected that Evey hadn't either. Plus she didn't seem to want to talk about him anymore. What had happened between them? Was he the reason why there always seemed to be sadness in Evey's eyes.
He clenched the pen he held in his hand hard. If V had done anything to hurt her…
Her then stood up so fast his chair went spinning. Maybe he could pay a visit to V and see what was really going on. If he wasn't going to take advantage of having Evey's heart then someone else would.
Someone like him.
~V~
Eric arrived at the Shadow Gallery, the sun still high up in the sky. He had decided to go visit V during his lunch break. Once he located the door he didn't bother to knock, he never had, and just walked right in. He wasn't sure even if he did knock anyone would hear. He had to walk down a long corridor to get to the main part of the gallery and he could barely hear his own footsteps as he walked, let alone a knock from the door.
He walked into a brightly lit room with a juke box playing a soft melody positioned against a far wall. Various pieces of art where displayed everywhere and Eric always took the opportunity to look them over. Where V had acquired them all was a mystery to him. And how he was able to obtain them without getting caught baffled him even more.
But this time she didn't pause and look over the paintings, instead he immediately set about finding V.
"V?" He called out and searched the different wings of the gallery. "V, are you here?"
He received no response.
Was he even here? Where else would he have gone?
He then stumbled upon some stairs and he stared up at the darkness that was at the top. Did this lead to the roof? Would V be up there?
There was only one way to find out.
~V~
V sighed and leaned on the concrete ledge on his roof. The sun felt good on his face and the wind ruffled his hair. He did not miss his mask one bit. In fact he had no idea where it was at the moment and he was going to keep it that way. That mask had been a big part of his life for ten long years and now he wanted nothing to do with it.
He then gazed out over the city and its vastness. What was Evey doing right now? Probably with Eric now. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and then tried to turn his thoughts away from her, but he was unsuccessful She was never far from his mind and he knew that was how it was going to be for a long time. Forever even.
He was then jarred from his thoughts when he heard someone behind him ask.
"Who are you? And what have you done to V?"
~V~
Who was that man? And why was he standing on V's roof like he owned it? Surely V hadn't sold his precious gallery and moved somewhere far away. Especially without telling Evey. Maybe that was why she never talked about him anymore.
The man turned around and faced him, but instead of replaying in anger that a total stranger was in his house, he smiled. "Well, hello, Inspector Finch. I didn't think you would be visiting me today."
How had he known his name?
Then he noticed how the man stood, his hands clasped together in front of him and they way he tilted his head after he spoke. As a detective he was trained to notice these things and the way this man was holding himself looked awfully familiar.
No, it couldn't be.
"V?" he asked, a little unsure of himself.
The man smiled and bowed at the waist. "At your service, Inspector."
~V~
"B-But how?" Eric stuttered as he looked at the now unscarred V.
"I have the wonderful Dr. Langley to thank for this. I would be fully covered if it were not for him."
Eric leaned against the brick wall of the roof. "How long have you been like this?"
"Oh, for a couple days now."
"Have you visited Evey, yet?"
He turned away from him. "Not exactly." he then turned his attention to the view of London.
What was that supposed to mean? Not exactly? s
Eric pushed himself off the wall and walked over to V, sensing that he was about to change the subject.
"Why? I'm sure she would love to see you. Especially now…"
"Why, Inspector Finch, would she be happy to see me when she has someone like you?"
Eric was taken aback. What was he talking about? Evey didn't 'have' him.
V sighed and leaned on the edge with his elbows. "The other night I walked to go and pay a visit with her. I wanted to show her my face. But when I got to her home I saw you and her…kissing. I knew then that she was happy with someone and that if I showed up I would just ruin everything."
He thought she was happy with him? Sure they were friends, but they weren't together. Much to his dislike.
"Look, V, that was all me," he sighed before continuing. "I kissed her and when we broke apart she told me she didn't care about me like that. She loves you, V, a great deal."
"I don't understand why though. The way I've treated her…"
"I think," said Eric and placed a hand on V's shoulder. "You need to talk to her. I'm not her and I can only tell you so much. If you really want to know how she feels you will have to talk to her." He began to walk away and then stopped. "And trust me, V, she will be more than happy when she sees you."
~V~
The first place Eric walked was to Evey's house. He had a feeling that V would not be visiting her anytime soon so he was just going to nudge Evey into the right direction.
He knocked on the door of her house and waited a few minutes until Evey opened the door.
She smiled. "Oh, hello, Eric. Do you want to come in? I just made some tea."
"That sounds wonderful, but I can't stay long so no tea for me."
She read his face and her smile fell. "Is there something, Eric?"
"I'm not sure. I just went to visit V." Her face clouded up at the mention of his name, but he continued. "But instead of seeing V there, there was another man living there.'
"What?"
"That's what I said. Where has V gone?"
"Did you ask?"
"No, unfortunately. I was just so shocked that he wasn't there that I apologized to the man and walked away. So maybe you can and see for yourself."
"Yes," she nodded. "I will. Right now." She left the doorway for a minute and returned with a coat.
"Are you limping?"
She blushed with embarrassment. "I fell asleep while drinking tea last night and when I fell asleep I dropped the cup and then I stepped on a piece."
"Are you alright?"
She shut the door and smiled. "Yea, it doesn't really bother me actually. So are you going to come with me?"
"Sadly, I can't. I have work at my office that I have to get started on." Lie. "But when you find out what happened to V let me know."
"Alright."
And then the two went there separate ways.
~V~
She walked up to V's, or whoever lived there now, front door and instead of walking right in she knocked. Questions reeled through her head.
Who lived here now? What did V leave? And why did he not tell her?
Just then the door opened. The first thing she noticed was the knee high black boots, then the black dress pants, and instead of a black silky shirt like she had seen him wear before, he was now wearing a dark gray one.
No, it couldn't be!
She looked up at his face and gasped when she found herself looking into the most brilliant green eyes she had ever seen!
Don't worry this is NOT the last chapter like I thought it was going to be! There will probably(most-likely) be one more chapter. Hmmm...and maybe I can get 100 reviews ;) Only 10 more to go!
