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Eve looked at Villanelle, a thousand thoughts running round her head and a knife grasped in her hand behind her back. She had to do this, it would save many lives and avenge Bill. She had to do this. But she couldn’t, Villanelle was not a heartless monster, she was a human that had a bad start. But, Eve couldn’t have sex with her, she didn’t want to, did she? Either way she is married and that would be cheating. But Villanelle may not take to Eve saying no kindly. So Eve kept the knife in her grasp and pushed Villanelle away as she advanced with her free hand.
“I don’t want to have sex with you Villanelle.” Surprisingly Villanelle shuffles back without a fight and shrugs.
“I have no problem with that, don’t look so scared, I would never force you or hurt you because you said no. I am not that kind of monster. Can you still stay for tonight, I have had a really shitty couple days and you are nice company. Takeout and movies?” Villanelle asks hopefully.
“Sure, that sounds nice. I’m glad I didn’t have to use this.” Eve says, showing the knife that she had hidden. Villanelle only glanced at it, raised her eyebrows and said
“You can keep it if it makes you more comfortable. Now I’m going for a quick shower, please stay in the living room, clean up a little maybe.” she said nonchalantly. Eve barked out a laugh and asked where the mop was.
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After her shower and a bit of cleaning, Villanelle and Eve sat at opposite ends of the sofa awkwardly, watching a random movie while discussing what to order for food. All of a sudden Villanelle turned her head,listening for something. She ran for the window and peaked through barley open curtains, taking a deep breath. She quickly pulled some practical shoes on while whispering to Eve.
“It seems the twelve aren't too pleased with me and have sent a few amateurs to kill me..”
“WHAT?” Eve whisper shouts back at her.
“Don’t stress. I have a plan.” She shrugs while rummaging through a kitchen draw.
“No killing people.” Eve warns. Villanelle sighs
“I had a plan. Trust me, the other option is much more stressful and not at all enjoyable?” She almost asks permission to kill.
“NO KILLING!” Eve repeats.
“Fiiiinnneee.” Villanelle groans and pulls out duffle bags from under her bed all while shrugging on her coat. She chucks one at Eve, Eve did not catch it and she got hit in the face. Villanelle winced “Sorry, there is my spare go bag. Follow my lead Eve, don’t make a sound.” They both ducked behind the sofa and waited. They both hear the door burst open and two people walk in. They can hear them muttering in a different language and Villanelles face morphs through emotions, frustration racking through Eve as she tries to work out what was going on. She hugged the duffle bag as Villanelle motioned for her to stay.
Villanelle runs and covers the mouth of the assassin who had walked into the main area of the apartment, wrapping an arm around the woman's throat and holding until the woman slumped down, unconscious. Villanelle dragged her out of view of the door and silently waited round the corner of the door frame holding a taser. When a burly man started to walk round the corner calling out what Eve assumed was the woman's name, Villanelle tasered him. Then she wrapped duct tape around the assassin's ankles and wrists. She lets out a sigh of relief and walks round the sofa to talk to Eve.
"Okay Eve, you need to not freak out when I tell you this." Villanelle began
"What! Why would I freak out? What's happening.." Eve hissed
"Eve you are freaking out before I have even told you." Villanelle sighed "I heard the assassins talking. They have been sent for you and me. You know too much." Eve just opens her mouth then closes it again, runs her hand through her hair.
She tries to speak again but fails. All of a sudden Villanelle leans forward and hugs Eve, the potent smell of her perfume and the sweet smell of sandalwood and vanilla shampoo filling Eve’s nostrils. “I’m sorry if that was too far but you were in shock. Now Eve, I would give you more time but we don’t have that I’m afraid. You can come with me and I’ll protect you or you can make your own way back to England and rely on MI6 protection but you know how good that is. You would have to leave your old life behind completely. That’s unavoidable no matter what choice you make.” Villanelle whispers softly.
“What would you want in return for your protection?” Eve asks wearily. There must be a catch.
“Two things only I guess. One, you be nice to me, no being a dickhead please. Two, you listen to me, when I tell you to duck you duck without saying anything. You get what I mean, so I can protect you,I won't be weird with it. I won’t force you into anything romantic or sexual despite what I have said, what I say may makeyou uncomfortable but that’s me and the extent of what I’ll do. I don't think I'm Being unreasonable.” She lists out in a surprisingly comforting manner.
“Are you sure you don’t mind protecting me?” Eve asks unconvinced
“I Like you romantically or platonically. I would like your company since you're on the same boat as me,I don’t like being lonely. You need to make your choice Eve, I need to get going.” Villanelle says a bit of rush in her voice.
“I’ll go with you. I’m safer that way and you are turning out to be better than I thought.”
“Gee thanks. Okay I’m just gonna grab some money now we don’t need to worry about those assassins, Then we need to get going.” Villanelle stands and sees one assassin awake, as she passes him she kicks him hard in the head and heads to the bathroom.
“VILLANELLE”
“You have to give me something, Eve,I don’t like someone trying to kill me. Anyway got that bag I gave you? Good. Let’s go”