V is for Vendetta

Prologue

It all started on the night of Christmas Eve. The room was pitch dark with only the green Pine trees that seem to be lit with the most beautiful fairy lights dancing around every corner of the branches creating a magical feeling of warmth and love as if fairy dust where sprinkled in the apartment.

Having to walk in red thin high heels with three heavy presents in hand after a glorious, spontaneous Christmas ball office party was probably not the best idea. Balancing was not my strong suite even if I was sober. I can probably be the Olympic champ in the sport event the "great fall" , but unfortunately no such sport exist.

Falling on my buttocks, losing a contact and breaking a 4'inch heal was not the best site to see for anyone looking in my apartment, but lucky for me no-one would know that, because living on your own had some privacy perks. No husband telling you what to do, no family trying to justify your every move and no friends bringing in negative gossip or intervening with your life, trying to push you to do stuff that you just don't want to do.

I loved my life being alone and independent. Away from people and just focusing on myself, my dreams and goals in life, me just being me, then alone did not seem bad at all.           Don't get me wrong there are times in your life when being alone was really not the best thing to happen to you, especially when you feel two eyes burning bullet holes in your brain and the atmosphere around you turned from a happy holiday vibe to screaming danger. You know that even if you scream  above the normal decibels that no one around the apartment building will hear you, because being with their families on Christmas Eve is more important then watching television.

The beaming glare made me turn around slightly and a deep loud haunted chuckle escaped the mans mouth. I realized then I have not closed the front door and started to feel unsafe thinking, maybe a roommate will not be that bad.

Through my blurry vision, I  saw an vague image of an elderly man around his late seventies, with an big stomach and I mean big, like mount Everest big, just joking ,but it was really big, with  hair as white as snow curling and clouding around his face as if his face was pushed in a white fluffy for protection. His eyes where blue as the ocean, just like mine, staring back at me with a slight hint of amusement. He even wore a red suite, not the traditional Santa suite, but it was red and hey it was modern times who am I to judge.

Okay, don't judge me for what I did next and please remember we had an office party beforehand.

"O my hat, Santa you are real. Like what the fudge! Did you get lost? Did Rudolf's big red nose explode? You are kind off late with my present as you can see I already have one. Okay maybe three, don't mind more you know!"

Santa looked at me in a very confused manner. His face turned stern and no smile seem to be appearing on his face. I only realized then that Santa's costume was not red, but black except for a hint of red on the side and that Santa was holding a long cigar. The sight of Santa and a cigar made me laugh; I mean come on where in your life would you see a bad ass Santa, but Santa's face stopped my laugh immediately as I saw the face up closed. The face frightened me to my core and back and I felt the shiver running down my spine. This man seem to be familiar, but I could not place it as if this man seem to be a missing piece of a puzzle, but just as the memory reappeared it was gone in a few seconds .

"Miss. Salento I am, Javeno and I am here to take you home." , Santa said with no hint of emotion in his voice and with a stern expression on his face.

I could not believe my ears. This must be a joke for the first reason I am home and this was my home for as long as I can remember. Me and my mom lived here till she passed away three years ago because of cancer and I carried on living in this apartment since it is the only memory of family that I have and would not like to lose it any time soon and the second reason for me to think that April fools was on Christmas this year was, my surname is and was certainly not Salento, but Montana. I knew I should have prank called people on April fools, because apparently April fools and karma is best friends.

" Sorry Mister Javeno Sir, but there must be a mistake of some sort. I think you have the wrong address,"

He just smiled which you can see did not come naturally,

" No mistake miss, 26G Portal Street, New York. That is this apartment... You know Miss Julian, you just look like your mother. Beautiful long black hair and your face is exactly as I remember it except it is all grown up into a beautiful woman. If I may, Miss Julian Montana or your birth name Caterina Salento, I would like you to meet your father. I will keep you safe Miss for the time being.  It is time for you to come home."

I don't remember what happened next and I certainly did not give an answer, but I felt my body being lifted up from the floor by two other extremely large men and being carried all the way down the flight of stairs and in to a car while my eyes where drifting off to sleep and darkness surrounded me.

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