Eva Green Imagines

A Little Bit Broken- Vanessa Ives

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I hadn't wanted to believe that Vanessa had fallen so quickly and irreversibly into despair but when the proofs staring right back at you, there's not much of an argument you can muster to try and convince yourself otherwise.

I'd tried to leave her be, to give her time and space. Even though my heart and mind kept fighting against my decision, I loved her and I would do anything for her even if it meant leaving her for some time.

Yet when I'd received a private letter from Mr Lyles and he'd told me of the state of Vanessa, I couldn't believe, I didn't want to believe it but deep I knew what the letter contained was true and it had broken me leaving me in tears.

I'd only received the letter an hour ago in the late evening, it was now terribly late and dark but I couldn't wait until the morning to see her and to hold and make sure she was safe.

I had to force my way through the back door the kitchen, it had been stuck and the handle would barely move. At the time I couldn't tell whether the door had been locked or whether it had some how sealed itself shut in the two weeks that I'd left Vanessa to herself.

Now I stood bare the stairwell, I'd just walked through the living room that had letters and papers scattered across floor and dust had seemed to be as common in the as oxygen.

Looking at the hallway and the grand stairs, things didn't look anymore promising. The floor no longer held a clean sheen of polish or its dark mahogany colour, instead it was almost black with some sort of dirt and dust, everything seemed to be in a desperate need of care.

But that was all beside the point, I wasn't hear to worry about the state of the house or it's decor, my mine and only concern was the woman that I knew would be hiding upstairs in her room, hiding herself away from the world.

It took me a minute to gather the strength I knew I would need to be able to face her. What had become in the weeks I'd left her alone, had she been eating? Drinking? Sleeping? I knew I wasn't going to get the answers to any of those questions, until I braved the stairs upwards.

And so I did, lifting the skirts of my dress I took one step at a time, not to certain of the security of the stairs, considering the state of the rest of the house, I knew it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.

Once I'd made it to the top of the stairs I began to walk down the darkened hallway that I'd mesmerised by heart, my final destination being the last room at the end of it.

At first I walked at a somewhat cautious and silent pace, not wanting to alarm the ravenette I knew was here.

"Vanessa!" I called out to the silence of the corridor, a few seconds past and no reply came but then I heard a loud bang and then crash and sound of shattered glass penetrated my senses and I didn't even have to think twice before break out into a sprint to her room.

It didn't even take me ten seconds to reach the end of the corridor and into Vanessa room, to where I heard the shattered glass. My eyes darted quickly around the room and then they landed on their target.

She was there, disheveled but alive and suddenly a wave of relief washed over me, and as my face broke out into a wide smile and my eyes began to water with tears, I took a step forward to run to her and embrace her.

But then I stopped myself, my eyes quickly caught the glimpse of shattered glass that was lying on the floor next to the writing desk Vanessa was sat at.

I might have scared her when I called and she must have accidentally knocked the gas lamp off her desk and it must have smashed upon impact.

"Vanessa I..." I began to say but then I stopped myself when she looked at me, her eyes locking with mine and their usual bright blue that always seemed as if they were sapphires, were now a dull version of what they once were, clouded and glassed over and I almost struggled to read her expression.

"What are you doing here?" She'd spoken to me but her voice was almost lifeless, almost bleak sounding and my heart broke at not only the tone of her voice but also the question she'd asked me.

It was so blatant and sharp, did she not want me here? Had I don't something wrong? My mind began to reel with all these questions and suddenly an anger I didn't know I had began to let itself loose.

"What am I doing here? What do you mean what am I doing here? I'm here for you!" I started to shout, I didn't want and I'm not sure where it came from but suddenly I was angry and upset all at once.

"I didn't ask you to be here," she responded back, her voice colder than before, louder and almost steel like.

She continued to stare at me, only now she was getting up from her seat at her writing desk. She wasn't wearing an awful lot, just a simple black, almost sleeveless dress. And then some of questions began to be answered.

I could quickly see she hadn't been eating properly, she hadn't been starving herself, from what I can see but she'd certainly lost some weight. Her face was a little more hollowed and her hair didn't seem to have been brushed in several days and suddenly that anger I had was stunning into a rage but it was a caring rage.

"You didn't have to, I got a letter of Lyles and ran out of my home as quickly as I could." I began to explain the bite was still in my voice. "I was hoping what he said wasn't true, that you weren't letting your self perish in a hellhole, it seems my hope was stupid."

I stood closer to her, now only a foot or two away. There were so many things I wanted to do, I wanted to scream and shout her for what she'd done to herself, I wanted to take her downstairs and make her eat a proper meal but then I wanted to pour her an nice bath and sit with her and wash her hair and just take of her.

"What did you expect!" She shouted and screamed at me and suddenly I wanted to jump out of my skin and walk away. I'd never heard her about like this before and it scared me, more so than the demons and witches that had plagued us for so long.

"Everyone's gone, Ethan's off to the American gallows, Malcolm's burying his dead children and you were tortured and almost killed and it's all my fault!" She screamed again and suddenly tears were falling quickly down her cheeks and she began to shake in her spot standing on the floor.

All of it was true, Ethan had been shipped, Malcolm was burying his dead sun and I had almost died but none of that was Vanessa's fault. We'd all made our own choices and we new that going into this, she couldn't and shouldn't blame herself.

"How is any of it your fault? We all made our choices Van and we chose to stand by you, at least I did, I love you!" She knew I loved and she exactly how much and the. Suddenly the tears became less and her eyes darkened and suddenly she was running towards me.

Her lips crashed upon mine and suddenly I was kissing her back. Her normally soft lips were now harsh and rough and I couldn't tell whether this was out of passion, anger, lust or a mix of all three.

Then before I could understand it, I had accepted and soon we were pulling each other free of the clothes that confined us both.

Though as Vanessa was trying to get my corset off, I stopped her movement I looked at her. "Why now?"

"I've missed you but in all honesty I could stay mad at you." It was a simple answer but it was good enough for me and such I allowed to continue unlacing my corset and soon we were spending the rest of the night together.
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