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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    There is a sort of intersection between violence and sex that has always fascinated them both -- a slip into a more bestial skin, the return to that state of primal desire. But Eve isn't really living, and Villanelle can't really die.

     

    AU where Eve is a vampire hunter and Villanelle is, obviously, the vampire.

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    03 Aug 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 2

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    “Will you give me everything I want?” Villanelle asked.

    The knife slid across Eve’s abdomen. She didn’t breathe until she met Villanelle’s eyes again, and then exhaled. “Yes.”

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    03 Aug 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    The thing about Niko is, he wants Eve to be safe. The thing about Oksana is, she wants to not kill Eve. The thing about Eve is, she cares significantly more about one of those things than the other.

    Or: Eve Polastri conducts a totally objective self-analysis, and Oksana Astankova has her questioning everything. Literally. Sort of.

    (Title from "Prime" by Allie X.)

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    29 Jul 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    “Did you think about stabbing me, the last time you were here?”

    Villanelle turns in place and leans right back against the stainless steel. “I imagined what it might feel like. How you might react. But I did not consider it, no.” She eyes Eve up and down for a beat. “Do you regret stabbing me?”

    Eve swallows hard. “No.”

    “Liar.”

    She takes Eve’s hand, her grip tightening when she feels Eve resist, and slowly pulls it toward her abdomen, slips it under her shirt, and presses her fingertips against a raised patch of skin.

    Her lips part. Villanelle smirks.

    Eve presses harder.

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    29 Jul 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 8

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    (Hit the ground, Eve. Hit the ground. She’ll let you bleed out. She won’t bother with a second shot. She’ll leave. Hit the ground.)

    Face-down, so she can breathe and panic and look around and panic and breathe without Villanelle seeing, listens for footsteps even though she knows Villanelle wouldn’t make a sound if she approached, thinks about the desperate fingertips that ghosted along her cheek moments ago and the cold cobblestones pressed against it now, tries to do the math for how quickly she’s losing blood.

    “This fucking sucks,” Eve whispers to the clumps of dying grass she can feel brushing against her lips.

    A single rusty wheel rolls into view, right in front of her face, followed by a pair of bright red pant legs, and she wonders if it would be overkill to vomit.

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    29 Jul 2019