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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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2,790
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3
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I do not own V for Vendetta, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Gift
V spent the next few days sifting through police records for information about Abby. He found that her full name is Abigail Galik. She had resided in Dublin, Ireland for the last 15 years, but she was born right there in London, November 5, 1995. ‘How ironic’ V thought to himself. He continued to learn that both of her parents are deceased. Her father was black-bagged soon after Norsefire took over and her mother had been taken by an illness shortly after arriving in Ireland. On and on the information fed him until the wee hours of the morning.
Night after night V followed Abby home to make sure she would arrive safely. He began to realize that she was slowly becoming an obsession that he could not get rid of.
Abby knew she was constantly being followed, but whenever she turned to face her stalker, there was never anybody there. Soon she started to ignore said feeling, but knew without a doubt someone was there; she chose not to mind.
December 23rd was the last rehearsal before The Nutcracker opened Christmas Eve.
That night, when the last rehearsal was finished, the main director rallied everyone up to give them tickets to the show so that they may pass them along to friends and family. “Abby, how many do you need?” Abby smiled and just said, “One, please”.
“Abby, do you have a partner that you have been keeping a secret?” Abby’s friend Maggie asked. Abby blushed at the sudden thought that ran through her head, but shook her head. “No, but I think I might know someone who would enjoy the show a lot.” With that said, Abby retrieved her ticket and jacket, and promptly left.
V watched Abby come out the stage door in a hurry. He actually had to run to keep up with her, but slowed his pace the closer they got to her flat.
He had made it just in time to see Abby pick up an elegantly wrapped gift, and took a seat on her stairs. Behind his mask, V was smiling. ‘I hope she likes them.’
V had spent the last couple of days searching for the perfect toe shoes. He was hoping that if she liked them enough to wear them in her performance tomorrow night. The funny think was, when it came to writing out the card on the package-his mind went blank. He turned his attention back to the girl on the stairs.
Abby sat on her stairs looking at the wrapped package in her hands. There was a card attached that simply read:
Abby,
Good luck tomorrow night.
Your Secret Admirer
‘Could this be from the person who has been following me'?
Abby opened the box to find a pair of prima ballerina toe shoes in her size. They were made with a satin material, and the ribbon was long enough that it would tie up and around her mid calf. Abby smiled as she ran her fingers over the soft material. At that moment, she had her mind made up.
Abby disappeared inside her flat, only to reemerge to tape a yellow envelope to her door. She then proceeded to lock up for the evening and go to bed.
When the lights were out, and it was safe, V made his way to Abby’s door to see what she taped up. He was happy she liked the present he got for her, now he was looking at an envelope that was labeled “My Secret Admirer”.
V opened the envelope to find a letter inside and something resting on the bottom. He scanned the letter at first before he went back to read it.
To My Secret Admirer,
Thank you for the lovely gift, they will come in handy for tomorrow. I know
that you have been watching over me for the last few weeks, and I can say
that I am as curious about you, as you are me. So “seize the moment of
excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts; for if you let it pass,
the desire may never return, and you may remain in ignorance.” Enclosed is a ticket for tomorrow’s show. I hope that you will attend, I will be looking
for you.
Abby
V looked the letter over again to make sure he was reading it correctly. ‘She just invited me into her life’ he thought. He tipped the ticket into his hand, looked at it and smiled. It was for row 1, seat 5.
“I will have to go home and put together my best disguise yet.” With that in mind, V headed home.
The quote in Abby’s letter is from William Wirt.
Please Read and Review-Flames welcome, they help shape my stories better.
Night after night V followed Abby home to make sure she would arrive safely. He began to realize that she was slowly becoming an obsession that he could not get rid of.
Abby knew she was constantly being followed, but whenever she turned to face her stalker, there was never anybody there. Soon she started to ignore said feeling, but knew without a doubt someone was there; she chose not to mind.
December 23rd was the last rehearsal before The Nutcracker opened Christmas Eve.
That night, when the last rehearsal was finished, the main director rallied everyone up to give them tickets to the show so that they may pass them along to friends and family. “Abby, how many do you need?” Abby smiled and just said, “One, please”.
“Abby, do you have a partner that you have been keeping a secret?” Abby’s friend Maggie asked. Abby blushed at the sudden thought that ran through her head, but shook her head. “No, but I think I might know someone who would enjoy the show a lot.” With that said, Abby retrieved her ticket and jacket, and promptly left.
V watched Abby come out the stage door in a hurry. He actually had to run to keep up with her, but slowed his pace the closer they got to her flat.
He had made it just in time to see Abby pick up an elegantly wrapped gift, and took a seat on her stairs. Behind his mask, V was smiling. ‘I hope she likes them.’
V had spent the last couple of days searching for the perfect toe shoes. He was hoping that if she liked them enough to wear them in her performance tomorrow night. The funny think was, when it came to writing out the card on the package-his mind went blank. He turned his attention back to the girl on the stairs.
Abby sat on her stairs looking at the wrapped package in her hands. There was a card attached that simply read:
Abby,
Good luck tomorrow night.
Your Secret Admirer
‘Could this be from the person who has been following me'?
Abby opened the box to find a pair of prima ballerina toe shoes in her size. They were made with a satin material, and the ribbon was long enough that it would tie up and around her mid calf. Abby smiled as she ran her fingers over the soft material. At that moment, she had her mind made up.
Abby disappeared inside her flat, only to reemerge to tape a yellow envelope to her door. She then proceeded to lock up for the evening and go to bed.
When the lights were out, and it was safe, V made his way to Abby’s door to see what she taped up. He was happy she liked the present he got for her, now he was looking at an envelope that was labeled “My Secret Admirer”.
V opened the envelope to find a letter inside and something resting on the bottom. He scanned the letter at first before he went back to read it.
To My Secret Admirer,
Thank you for the lovely gift, they will come in handy for tomorrow. I know
that you have been watching over me for the last few weeks, and I can say
that I am as curious about you, as you are me. So “seize the moment of
excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts; for if you let it pass,
the desire may never return, and you may remain in ignorance.” Enclosed is a ticket for tomorrow’s show. I hope that you will attend, I will be looking
for you.
Abby
V looked the letter over again to make sure he was reading it correctly. ‘She just invited me into her life’ he thought. He tipped the ticket into his hand, looked at it and smiled. It was for row 1, seat 5.
“I will have to go home and put together my best disguise yet.” With that in mind, V headed home.
The quote in Abby’s letter is from William Wirt.
Please Read and Review-Flames welcome, they help shape my stories better.