Vivienne laid ghostly pale on a table, her life still barely clinging by its nails. The bleeding had finally stopped, but that didn't mean the sinister plots of Mrs. Creedy would. Her smile grew as she silently recited the progress of the plan in her head, knowing this girl would be the key to making it all happen. Making Norsefire rise again, and revenging her Husband's death. Mrs. Creedy silently traced her nails against the young girl's face, feeling in every curve and dimple while mumbling something incoherent.

True, Mrs. Hamelin Creedy had lost her sanity once her husband passed away, but she continued to work and accomplish on what he hadn't had the chance to get at. Creedy, when Hamelin met him, seemed cold. But she got to know him, and realized he could be a gentle man who he cared for. But they soon lost interest in each other after four miscarriages. It made Hamelin angry to the core that the wife of her husband's murderer got a child, and she never did. And she would make them both pay for the pain they caused her, and the fall of her husband's great empire.

Mrs. Creedy then left the room, letting the doctors she had hired flood in to begin the operation. This plan would be most horrific to them. Evey and V. They would lose a child in a painful way like she did. At first think that she would make it, and then would lose her. Yes. It would work gruesomely, and they would live in a world of pain with me. While their child wouldn't even live anymore.

Vivienne paced in the long metal corridors, a blanket wrapped around her. "Mum? Dad? Why don't you see me?" She asked, fear in her voice. Her mother seemed distraught, and her father, she couldn't see anything up from his shoulders. It was clouded in darkness. She ran to them, and tried to give them a hug, but they seemed to stretch forward. Every time she called for them, or stepped forward, they would appear to be sinking forward, as if the floor beneath them was stretching away from Vivienne.

Then it gave out beneath her. She screamed out for them and grabbed onto the edge, but her parents stepped over the hole, and only smiled. Her mother shook her head while she laughed, her tears turning into blood as her eyes darkened to black, and her father only disappeared. But she could still hear his laughter ringing in the back of her mind, and eventually echoing so much that she began to feel nauseated. Then she lost grip of the holding.

She fell for what seemed forever, a ripping and agonizing feeling replaced the nausea that lingered in her stomach a second ago. Then the fires of the pain spread thought her whole torso, making her feel like her whole body was dipped in molten magma. She hit the ground, but no pain came. She only felt extremely dizzy.

Then a black silhouette appeared. When it stepped into the light, Vivienne could only scream. The man she had beheaded was standing there; his head in his hands still bleeding lightly. The head opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out were knives and words. Lies. Vivienne knew that word too well. She let out a sob as her tears began to paint her face. And then everything began to fade softly. She just wanted to go home, to be safe in her bed. She was so tired right now. She lay down, her blanket reappearing.

Then someone else appeared. She was cloaked in darkness, and the majority of her face was covered, only leaving her pale white face and blood red lips to be in view. She held a scythe with markings carved in the blade. The wood that held it was a mysterious red, which seemed to glow. It made Vivienne seem soft inside, and she wanted to just sleep. She snuggled into her blanket as inky blackness began to take hold of the colors that surrounded her. She let out a tired sigh, and began to doze off.

But a bright light stopped her from doing so. Vivienne looked up at the person emitting the brilliance. The majority of her face was also covered, but she was cloaked in light this time, and her face wasn't a snow white pale, but a healthy pink and peachy cream color, while her lips were painted a fiery orange, like the sunset. This time, she had a staff that seemed to have small angel wings around the circular head.

"Who are you?" She asked, her eyes trying ever so hard to close. The woman cloaked in light responded quickly.

"You already know me very well child." She smiled. She walked over and helped Vivienne up from my sitting position.

"But you don't know me, and I hope to keep it that way." The woman cloaked in darkness responded, as she backed away into a gray cloud of mist.

"I...I don't though. Who are you guys?" Vivienne questioned again, this time seeming much more difficult for her because of her exhaustion.

Both only smiled as they regained their positions next to each other. "You know one of us, because you almost let go of her." The sister of darkness responded as they both turned and disappeared in what seemed to be deep and dark smog.

"Wait! I don't want to be alone!" Vivienne cried out. She was so tired of her mind being played with. All she wanted, all she just really hoped for-what she whished for, was that she could have a normal family. Her mother, her father, and her. But she knew that life would never be normal for her. Fate decided to play her cards a different way and torture Vivienne.

Vivienne then felt like she too was being clouded in darkness. But it seemed more like someone was pulling her out of something. She tried to close her eyes, but her body seemed to ignore her request. She then felt her consciousness slipping away, and then being regained. She opened her eyes. Barely. She lay pinned on a table, with a bag of fluid connected to her and her body stitched shut. At first she thought she was in a hospital, but adjusted to the darkness enough to not recognize this as any hospital.

"Why hello there, little Vivienne." A familiar voice sounded next to her.

Author's note:

Hey guys! I just finished reviewing this for the fourth time. I wanted it to be extra good! And I shall try writing longer chapters.(for tomboy) I just have a problem of summing things up…hehe ~(^ - ^ ')

Anyways, some of you might have noticed my other fanfic on batb. I have recently become overly obsessed with the Disney classic, and can't stop watching it. It's just so…so…SO FRIGGIN CUTE AND KAWAII! Beast is always like "ergh…imam be adorable, hugabgu gawai, and awkward….mergh" IDK I just fangirl over the most stupid of reasons hehee! \( ^ )/ And thanks for the reviews guys! I really appreciate them! Thank you loyaldeer. You really deserve your name! *gives you cookie for spamming awesome comments*