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Chapter 4
V rose to his full height and eyed the woman in front of him. “Do you always invite perfect strangers into your home?”
“Just the ones who secretly follow me around for a month and leave gifts on my stoop.” Was Abby’ sarcastic reply.
Abby gave V a warm smile and handed him a cup of cocoa. They sat in silence, just seeming to enjoy each other’s company. It seemed to be one of those rare moments where two people could sit in comfortable silence and know what the other was thinking.
Abby looked V up and down, to her he was a very handsome man. He had a thin build and striking blue eyes. She noticed he wore a false face, a mask usually worn by burn victims; he also never removed his gloves.
“So do you have a name or should I just keep referring to you as my secret admirer?”
V laughed hard. He couldn’t remember a time when he last laughed. “You may call me Vincent, Vincent Fawkes.”
Abby smiled, at least now she had a name. “So why follow me around?”
“You intrigue me.”
“Oh?”
V smiled, he had to explain himself sooner or later. “You like classical music, ballet, and you know the fine art of fighting off rogue finger man with daggers, which is what, impressed me the most.”
Abby looked at him, a mix of shock and surprise on her face. To V, the look kind of made her look cute; he had to suppress the laugh that threatened to escape his lips. “Yes, I saw you; I would have helped you, but you did a fine job of taking care of them yourself. Bravo.”
A blush stained Abby’s face and gave V a small smile. She tried to fight a yawn but it did not go unnoticed by V.
“The hour is late, I should leave.”
“Will I see you again?”
“Maybe one day I will come and call again.”
“Well tomorrow is Christmas, and maybe if you don’t have any plans, you would like to come over and join me for dinner?” V’s hand rested on the door handle, a smile gracing his lips. He turned and studied her face for a moment; he saw a look of hope in her eyes. “I would love to join you for Christmas dinner. I shall arrive around 2pm to perhaps help you out?”
“Until then.”
V gave Abby a curt bow and took his leave.
DECEMBER 25
Abby had not dressed up for anything for aver a year. There was no point in her mind, but she had a guest to entertain and she wanted to look her best for Holiday. She pulled a simple red dress out of the closet and hung it on the back of her bedroom door. She would get ready later; right now she had a feast to prepare.
At noon, V was standing in front of his wardrobe. He chose just a simple black suit and leather gloves. He looked in the mirror and gave his reflection a hard glare. He wondered if she would still accept him if she knew what he really looked like. He let a slow breath out, sat at his table and started the long process of putting on his facial mask.
At 2pm there was a knock on Abby’s door. ‘Punctual as always’. Abby checked herself in the mirror before she answered the door. The red dress that she chose rested right above her knees and hugged her in all the right places. She added to her height with a pair of black heels that strapped around her ankle. Satisfied, she opened the door and was greeted with who she thought was the most handsome man she has ever seen.
There stood V in a complete black suit, his hair was tied back in a low pony tail. He smiled at her, she looked so beautiful.
“For you my lady” V handed Abby a single scarlet carson. “Thank you, its beautiful” Abby accepted the flower and sampled its scent. It smelled sweeter than any flower, any rose she had ever smelled. Abby excused herself to find water for said flower. V “toured” her living room stopping at a group of framed pictures. One in particular caught his eye.
He picked the picture up and studied it. What he saw made him smile and brought tears to his eyes. The picture was of Abby sitting in the middle of a pumpkin patch with a little girl. He would have to guess the girl was 5 years old. But what had caught his attention was the little girl had burns all over her face and hands.
“I see you found Anya.”
“Is she yours?”
“She will be mine legally in a couple of months, I adopted her.”
Abby told V that is why she moved to London, to make a better life for them. But unfortunately Ireland wouldn’t release Anya until the adoption was complete.
“What happened to her?”
Abby’s smile faded slightly, she sat down and then began her story. “Anya was in a really bad house fire a couple years ago. Her parents didn’t survive and when the medics found her, she was huddled in a closet, badly burned, but alive. She has burns over 90% of her body.” Abby took a long pause as if to recollect all the memories before she began again. “I worked in the pediatric burn unit in Dublin; Anya was assigned to me. I instantly fell in love with the little girl. She went through a horrible experience but her spirit didn’t waver. When she was well enough, there was talk about putting her in the system; I stepped in and said I wanted her, so they started the adoption process.”
It was getting harder for Abby to complete the story, she started crying. V sat next to Abby and wrapped a protective arm around her. Abby snuggled into his side and rested her head on V’s shoulder. Taking another breath, she began again.
“I was married once. He didn’t like that I stayed at the hospital so much with Anya, but that little girl had nobody and she looked to me for that comfort. One day my ex told me that it was either him or the “freak”. I could not believe that something so heartless could come out of his mouth. I looked at him and told him that was going to be the easiest choice I would ever have to make. I packed a bag with a few of my belongings and walked out. I never looked back.”
V held Abby tight to him; he stiffened when she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. “Thank you.”
“You Miss Abby are a remarkable person.”
Abby smiled up at him. She left the living room to check on their meal and shortly announced that dinner was ready.
“Can I ask you a question?”
V looked up almost worried about what she would ask him. “Ask your question.”
“What is your story? Why do you wear a mask?”
“I, like your Anya, was in a bad fire myself. But unlike her, I do not feel comfortable enough to go without it.”
V knew Abby was going to ask, so he cut her off. “For now, that is all I want to say, in time I will tell you the rest.” Abby nodded in understanding, she would not pry.
When dinner finished and there was nothing left of the dessert, V and Abby snuggled together watching old Christmas movies on the television. Soon they were both asleep.
Morning came; V was the first to wake. He did not want to wake Abby, he placed her sleeping form on the couch and left. He was upset with himself for staying all night. He beat himself up over it all the way home. He like her, a lot, but he didn’t want to get to close to lose her.
Abby woke alone.
No V.
No note.
Nothing.
“Just the ones who secretly follow me around for a month and leave gifts on my stoop.” Was Abby’ sarcastic reply.
Abby gave V a warm smile and handed him a cup of cocoa. They sat in silence, just seeming to enjoy each other’s company. It seemed to be one of those rare moments where two people could sit in comfortable silence and know what the other was thinking.
Abby looked V up and down, to her he was a very handsome man. He had a thin build and striking blue eyes. She noticed he wore a false face, a mask usually worn by burn victims; he also never removed his gloves.
“So do you have a name or should I just keep referring to you as my secret admirer?”
V laughed hard. He couldn’t remember a time when he last laughed. “You may call me Vincent, Vincent Fawkes.”
Abby smiled, at least now she had a name. “So why follow me around?”
“You intrigue me.”
“Oh?”
V smiled, he had to explain himself sooner or later. “You like classical music, ballet, and you know the fine art of fighting off rogue finger man with daggers, which is what, impressed me the most.”
Abby looked at him, a mix of shock and surprise on her face. To V, the look kind of made her look cute; he had to suppress the laugh that threatened to escape his lips. “Yes, I saw you; I would have helped you, but you did a fine job of taking care of them yourself. Bravo.”
A blush stained Abby’s face and gave V a small smile. She tried to fight a yawn but it did not go unnoticed by V.
“The hour is late, I should leave.”
“Will I see you again?”
“Maybe one day I will come and call again.”
“Well tomorrow is Christmas, and maybe if you don’t have any plans, you would like to come over and join me for dinner?” V’s hand rested on the door handle, a smile gracing his lips. He turned and studied her face for a moment; he saw a look of hope in her eyes. “I would love to join you for Christmas dinner. I shall arrive around 2pm to perhaps help you out?”
“Until then.”
V gave Abby a curt bow and took his leave.
DECEMBER 25
Abby had not dressed up for anything for aver a year. There was no point in her mind, but she had a guest to entertain and she wanted to look her best for Holiday. She pulled a simple red dress out of the closet and hung it on the back of her bedroom door. She would get ready later; right now she had a feast to prepare.
At noon, V was standing in front of his wardrobe. He chose just a simple black suit and leather gloves. He looked in the mirror and gave his reflection a hard glare. He wondered if she would still accept him if she knew what he really looked like. He let a slow breath out, sat at his table and started the long process of putting on his facial mask.
At 2pm there was a knock on Abby’s door. ‘Punctual as always’. Abby checked herself in the mirror before she answered the door. The red dress that she chose rested right above her knees and hugged her in all the right places. She added to her height with a pair of black heels that strapped around her ankle. Satisfied, she opened the door and was greeted with who she thought was the most handsome man she has ever seen.
There stood V in a complete black suit, his hair was tied back in a low pony tail. He smiled at her, she looked so beautiful.
“For you my lady” V handed Abby a single scarlet carson. “Thank you, its beautiful” Abby accepted the flower and sampled its scent. It smelled sweeter than any flower, any rose she had ever smelled. Abby excused herself to find water for said flower. V “toured” her living room stopping at a group of framed pictures. One in particular caught his eye.
He picked the picture up and studied it. What he saw made him smile and brought tears to his eyes. The picture was of Abby sitting in the middle of a pumpkin patch with a little girl. He would have to guess the girl was 5 years old. But what had caught his attention was the little girl had burns all over her face and hands.
“I see you found Anya.”
“Is she yours?”
“She will be mine legally in a couple of months, I adopted her.”
Abby told V that is why she moved to London, to make a better life for them. But unfortunately Ireland wouldn’t release Anya until the adoption was complete.
“What happened to her?”
Abby’s smile faded slightly, she sat down and then began her story. “Anya was in a really bad house fire a couple years ago. Her parents didn’t survive and when the medics found her, she was huddled in a closet, badly burned, but alive. She has burns over 90% of her body.” Abby took a long pause as if to recollect all the memories before she began again. “I worked in the pediatric burn unit in Dublin; Anya was assigned to me. I instantly fell in love with the little girl. She went through a horrible experience but her spirit didn’t waver. When she was well enough, there was talk about putting her in the system; I stepped in and said I wanted her, so they started the adoption process.”
It was getting harder for Abby to complete the story, she started crying. V sat next to Abby and wrapped a protective arm around her. Abby snuggled into his side and rested her head on V’s shoulder. Taking another breath, she began again.
“I was married once. He didn’t like that I stayed at the hospital so much with Anya, but that little girl had nobody and she looked to me for that comfort. One day my ex told me that it was either him or the “freak”. I could not believe that something so heartless could come out of his mouth. I looked at him and told him that was going to be the easiest choice I would ever have to make. I packed a bag with a few of my belongings and walked out. I never looked back.”
V held Abby tight to him; he stiffened when she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. “Thank you.”
“You Miss Abby are a remarkable person.”
Abby smiled up at him. She left the living room to check on their meal and shortly announced that dinner was ready.
“Can I ask you a question?”
V looked up almost worried about what she would ask him. “Ask your question.”
“What is your story? Why do you wear a mask?”
“I, like your Anya, was in a bad fire myself. But unlike her, I do not feel comfortable enough to go without it.”
V knew Abby was going to ask, so he cut her off. “For now, that is all I want to say, in time I will tell you the rest.” Abby nodded in understanding, she would not pry.
When dinner finished and there was nothing left of the dessert, V and Abby snuggled together watching old Christmas movies on the television. Soon they were both asleep.
Morning came; V was the first to wake. He did not want to wake Abby, he placed her sleeping form on the couch and left. He was upset with himself for staying all night. He beat himself up over it all the way home. He like her, a lot, but he didn’t want to get to close to lose her.
Abby woke alone.
No V.
No note.
Nothing.