You're Mine

we're not in kansas anymore

The house smells old, musty and there is a thick layer of dust on every piece of furniture that Villanelle passes. "What is this place?" She asks as they walk through the hallway and runs her finger along a shelf and looks at the dust on her finger. "Disgusting" She says as she follows Konstantin into a small living room. The furniture is a far cry from what she was accustomed to and she lets out a sigh seeing the floral printed chair and shag rug on the floor. "Why are we in Switzerland?" She's asks and Konstantin finally stops and turns to her. "You will be safe here for a few weeks. You must stay hidden while I make sure they won't kill you" He says, his voice is hard, and he tries to impress on her the importance of the situation. "I have to stay here? But it's so...old" Villanelle says and her face twists into a look of childish dismay. "Yes. There is food, a bed and books. Do not leave the house. If anyone comes here that isn't me, kill them" he says and points to a small cupboard under an ugly painting of a vase of flowers. She opens it and sees it is stocked with two pistols, a Ruger assault rifle and about twenty boxes of various ammunition. "Cool" She says as she pulls out the pistol, a Glock 9mm and begins fiddling with it and loading the magazine with ammo. She looks happy. and Konstantin can't help but feel uneasy by this. Violence was all she truly understood, that and hate. "This is stupid" Villanelle says as she cocks the gun and points it directly at Konstantin's head. He instinctively raises a hand and says "Hey! Don't play with these. I don't trust you pointing a gun at me" his voice is hard, and Villanelle cocks an eyebrow at him before putting the safety back on and tucks the gun into the back of her pants. "So, are you staying for dinner or does the dead man need to run?" She says as she walks through the living room and into the kitchen, she opens the refrigerator and sees it is stocked with the bare necessities. Milk, some vegetables and what looks like cheese. She lets out a groan and says, "No champagne?" In a childish voice and Konstantin lets out a hearty laugh. He reaches up to a cupboard above her head and pulls out a bottle of vodka and she clicks her tongue. "Sneaky Konstantin" She says and snatches the bottle from him and goes looking for a glass. "I have to go" He says has she ignores him while she noisily opens cupboards and draws. "Be careful Villanelle" he says loudly and turns to walk out but a hand catches him, and she pulls him into an awkward hug; still holding the vodka in one hand and a glass in the other. "I will miss you" She says in a tone so serious he almost believes her.

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She's bored, it's been four hours and she's bored beyond belief. After bathing, dressing in ill-fitting clothes that smelt worse than the house itself, she had found canned soup and a loaf of bread. She ate the soup cold and the bread was close to becoming stale, so she took the loaf out and broke it up and tosses it around the yard. She noted that there was a fence around the property, the garden was overgrown and made it easy for someone to hide in. She tried to read a book but found her mind wandering after only ten pages.
Eve...
Standing in the ruins, a slight wind blowing through her gorgeous hair, a smile on her face. "Alaska has always been my dream. Niko never wanted to visit, he says it's too cold" Eve says, her eyes bright as the sun passes between the columns and across her face. "I don't mind the cold" Villanelle says, a smirk on her lips as they draw closer to each other. The air around them is alive and they can both feel it as they stop so close Villanelle can feel Eve's breath on her as she lets go of an especially deep breath, like she was holding it in anticipation of what's to come. Villanelle leans into her and her hand gently reaches up, tangling in Eve's dark, luscious head of hair. She takes a deep breath and lets out a small noise as Eve's scent fills her nostrils. "Eve, you are exquisite!" She says softly and if Eve is taken aback by this, she doesn't show it, instead she reaches up to cup Villanelle's cheek and runs her thumb over her jaw and continues across her bottom lip. Villanelle lets out a groan at the intimate contact and feels herself ready to lose control. To take Eve and rip her clothes off and take her right there, on the dirty ground. But she is stopped! She feels the point against her stomach and looks down to see a knife. Her eyes widen and she looks up at eve saying, "What are you doing?" Her own voice is foreign to her, it's needy, desperate and scared. "What I should have done" Eve replies and Villanelle watches as Eve moves the knife from her stomach, up her torso and stops over her left breast. Villanelle's breath hitches and her eyes search Eve's for a sign that this is some dangerous foreplay. But it's not and Eve leans in closer, her breath tickles Villanelle's ear. "It hurts more if I push it in slowly" she says, her voice is moving and before Villanelle can respond the knife plunges in quickly and she lets out a harrowing scream.

She shoots up from the dusty floral couch, her hair stuck to her forehead from the cold sweat. Her breathing comes so rapidly she feels like she is having a heart attack. Villanelle pulls the blanket off herself and lets out a scream of pure anger. She picks up the small coffee table in the middle of the room and hurls it at the wall, it breaks in two and three legs fly off in different directions; one smacking her in the shin. She pulls books of the shelf and throws them all around the room as she screams again and again. Her rage and anger taken out on any and all inanimate objects in the living room. When she has broken all, she can find and her breathing has calmed, a single coherent thought runs through her mind and tumbles from her lips "I'm going to kill you Eve Polastri!"