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Chapter Twenty Three: Rip out the Wings of a Butterfly

The smirk of the older mans face was without a doubt of satisfaction. Ville hung his head in shame as Vivian looked at him.

Sorry.

Vivian stuck up her nose and looked back to her father.

"This wasn't the way I wanted you to find out, Vivian. I was going to wait till you were at least 25 to tell you. But at le-"

"Don't lie! You told me to kill her!" Ville screamed, pulling against his restraints.

"Be silent or I will kill you."

"Don't believe him Vivian. He told me to kill you. That's why I knew where you lived. That's how come I knew your name. He told me." Ville spit out franticly. "He told-" Ville groaned and fell forward onto his forehead. He wasn't dead, he knew that much but he couldn't move either.

He heard Vivian shriek, but August held her back. "He's not dead, look." It was at this moment that Ville's head didn't feel like a rock anymore and he lifted it up off the stone floor. He sat back on his heels again and looked at Vivian. Her face was still molded into a scream as August held her back by the arm.

"See, no harm done." He said, looking her over. "Tell her Ville."

Ville opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue felt like a swollen sponge and he couldn't get it to move. His voice didn't vibrate up his throat and out his mouth. He tried a couple more times to speak, but found it impossible.

"Oops. My mistake." A wicked grin spread across his lips as his eyes mocked Ville. Ville pulled at the metal, wishing that he could rip the bastards head clean off. "Did he not tell you, my sweet Vivian? It was him in that car that struck down Jared and you."

The look on her face right there made Ville want to die just from shame. "Is this true, Ville?"

He couldn't use his words, but there was one other way to communicate with Vivian, if she'd let him.

This is what I do for a living; it's sick and twisted, I know. But I was on the run at the age of 21, he was the only one who would take me in and give me shelter. In trade for a place to live, I did his dirty work. Your name came up and not knowing who you were at the time, I really didn't care. But you have to believe me when I tell you that I would never have done it. I loved you since the moment I first saw you. Vivian, please. I'm sorry. You have to believe me. Tears slid down Ville's bruised cheeks. Vivian made no response that she had heard anything that he'd said; he hung his head in defeat.

"My darling, shall we have a spot of dinner. I want to get to know you."

Vivian hesitated, looking over at Ville. He pleaded with her through his eyes. "I'd love too." If he could have, he would have screamed. Ville had lost everything he had in a matter of 5 minutes. The stars in his night sky, the key to his heart. August had ripped the wings from his back and now he was left to fall to his bitter death.

Vivian and August walked out of the throne room, his arm outstretched to her. Linde left behind them and Ville was left alone. It was only 20 minutes according to Ville's internal clock until the doors opened again. August walked back into the room.

"I don't know what you said to her, but she asked me not to kill you…yet. So I decided to put you down in the dungeons until I can figure out what to do with you."

Don't hurt her.

"Why of course I won't hurt her, you silly boy. She's my own daughter, what do you think I am?"

You did it before.

August brought back his hand and then landed it on the side of Ville's head. Ville's vision blurred and he fell side ways, knocked out for the second time that night.

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I know it's taken me forever and 4 years to get this out. I'm so sorry. I will write faster and hopefully get the rest of the story out to you soon. I already have the next chapter typed; I just want to get this one out first. Please R&R!!