Disclaimer: ok I don't own any of the immediate character in this story except Vivian.
Authors Apology: sorry it's taken me so long to update, it's been pretty much hell for me. So here's the next chapter, sorry it's really short, but I also have the next one written so it will go by faster. I promise.
Chapter Four: Wicked Game.
Well damn, that didn't go as her had planned. Once the slamming of the door stopped echoing; Ville came back to his senses.
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING! The only working part of his body scolded. The rest of him was still in a stupor from rejection. I COULD HAVE GIVEN MY SELF AWAY, OH IDIOT!
He shook his head and began pacing. Stick to the paln, don't waste your time trying to impress. That's not why you were sent here! He stopped and thought back. She looked so beautiful in that black gown, leaning off that building. His eyes glazed over and his face dazed. So why the hell didn't you let her fall?! He began pacing again, hands behind his back. He had a job to do, he wasn't suppose to fall in love. "Love," he spat and snorted.
He climbed up onto the railing, but looked back. That closed French doors with the thick black curtains.
"I really wish this was all just a dream… that I was a part of your imagination. A dream…no… a nightmare." He told no one unparticular, but said it as though he were talking to Vivian.
He turned his back to the door, to the shadow like curtains… to Vivian. She sighed and jumped of the railing, soaring down to his safe haven from the on coming dawn.
But little did he know, he was being watched, studied… hunted.
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k, so i know it was short, but please r & r anyways.