Summery: Not all ideas die, especially one like him. But when the idea has been used it hides away for it is not needed, but the man who created the idea can at least come out to play the role as not an idea but as a lover…and father.
Idea to Man and Man to Father
Disclaimer: Would you prefer a lie or the truth? (Truth) For those who are stupid enough to ask the question, "Is V for Vendetta mine?" I have to say, "No."
A/N: Again, I thank the people who read my story, and I thank those who told me the name of the rose. I can always count on you people. I must not make this note long. So, on with the story!
VEVVEV
Evey's eyes widen as she glanced at the first page.
This is V's diary?
She quickly flipped through the pages finding there was only half a journal filled with his writing though just staring made her dizzy. She had to be careful for she was the only one in the house of V, and if anything happened to her she would have no one to help her. This really bothered her knowing she was pregnant and didn't want to hurt the unborn child in any way.
I'll read it tomorrow. I feel sleepy anyways.
She placed the book on the pillow the opposite of her as she laid her head onto the pillow staring at the ceiling unconsciously rubbing her stomach where she felt the second heart beat within her as she left the world of reality in an instant.
Eyes open to feel at that moment a bitter liquid in her throat. Her head was woozy, having the brain run only portions of the mind. This feeling made her depressed. She was never one to drink till now, only to find she was a sad drunk if she ever did drank.
Lifting her hand she finds a half empty bottle, and looking down on the table she finds two big bottles empty and one that spilled.
Her ears burned as loud yell was thrown across the room. It was the mask of the idea, the one face she hoped to avoid as she drank her sadness away. She noticed people abusing his idea, the face of the man who saved us from ourselves. Yet, she can't help but feel her heart race each time the mask was in her view.
It made her feel something she had yet to feel. Never had she felt this before. Well, maybe when she was with V to a point where her thoughts go to the extreme, but not this wild.
She couldn't handle it, so she left with the money on the table brushing by the men who wore his face taking a quick sip from her half empty bottle as she passed through the doors.
She continued to walk until she couldn't help but feel she was being followed. She drank once more trying to ignore the thought saying she can take it, nothing was to be worse than what she felt from V's death. Yet for some reason she quicken her pace though by doing that she started to hear footsteps behind her.
Her heel broke as she accidentally started onto the street without looking which caused her to fumble. Regaining her step and picking up her broken heel, she continued to walk. Yet maybe her mind was blank as she turned into a dark alleyway that led to a dead end.
She started to shiver even though she felt no coldness sweeping through her. Her heel was gone from dropping it as she entered the alley. She turned around away from the dead end wall only to see two figures going up to her.
She stared at the mask that seemed to star at her. Closing her eyes she dropped the alcoholic drink.
"V…" She whispered. Opening her eyes she saw the two masks looking at each other seeming that the two where in conversation.
They are probably to take advantage of me like the finger men almost did long before, she thought.
This only hurt her because the remembrance of V. Not even the mask helped her. She loved him dearly, she needed him, and now the two were to rape her. But… as long as she sees the face of her lover as they take her she would at least try to feel completion thinking that it was V who was in their position instead. It would be the closest thing she would get from the true V, and she couldn't help but feel drunken greed for wanting that.
As her head lowered she heard a gasp and raised her head. The gasp must have belonged to one of the men because they both turned around to see yet another figure in the shade of the darkness.
It happened so fast yet Evey saw it with her drunken eyes. The person seemed to plunge a knife in both men since they were bleeding from the stomach where a hole was formed.
No…, she thought, V…he is dead again.
She was too drunk to remember that the true V was already dead, and in front of her was to imitators who just wore a mask.
"Vile creatures, no right to wear a mask to hide suck malevolence crimes." The dark figure bended downward and pulled off the masks of the two lifeless men. Only this Evey realized they were not V and remembered V was already dead.
"But still…" She closed her eyes tightly and reopened them. There it was again, the face of his Vendetta, yet it was on not the two men's faces but on the blacken figure. This was even worse for he also wore the same outfit. And to apply the calming voice reentered her ears, and her mind was filled with drunken lust.
"Sir…"
The figure walked backwards as he heard her voice.
"No…wait!"
The footsteps stopped.
"I…I don't know who you are, but I must thank you for helping me. And…and I know I am in no state to ask favors of you, but can you at least do me one…"
Still the person was quiet, yet he didn't move.
"…Days ago, you know, November 5th, the day where the one they called V practically revolutionized our lives today. Well, that man in that mask was very precious to me and well…" She paused, though she was drunk she still wondered why she was letting this out to a person who just saved her life; it must have been the drunkenness talking for her, "…I am in no right to ask but, will you take me, ride me of the innocence I only wish to give to the one with that face. I ask of nothing more."
She felt stupid. Laying her head on her knees, she quietly repeated his name over and over until she felt the warmth of someone's presence by her. A block glove was held out to her. Grabbing it, she floundered her way back up.
Next thing she knew was she was in herself in the shadow gallery bare and tight feeling. Her head was burning giving her a painful hangover that may her not notice the slightest bit of the wetness of her body, her swollen lips, or the feeling of her innocents being gone. All yesterday turned into a blank memory.
(A/N: Just for the ones who are confused, what you read was a flashback within a dream.)
VEVVEV
A/N: Once again, I'm sorry for it being short. It is 3:17 and I started this at 2:47 I think. I had been busy all day. Yet, my mind was on the story all day in my "imagination". Also note that my summery has indeed changed. Sorry if it confused you as you found this story. I didn't plan to confuse you. Besides that, I hope you enjoyed!