Vivienne Vixen
A cold blooded psychotic assassin with a bloodthirst like no other
She does what she wants, kills who she wants and crushes anyone in her way
The only one who can tame her is her dominating boyfriend Lucian.
Lucian Ivanov
The cold hea...
"If you could read my mind, I'm pretty sure you'd be traumatised for life"
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~7 years ago ~ { Vivienne}
"Get your fucking hands off me" I screamed They ignored me, dragging me further down the corridor before shoving me into a room Everything was white. I hated it. I hated the silence, the voices would always shout. It was so annoying.
"I didn't even do anything wrong That guy couldn't have tried to force himself on me. Then I wouldn't have had to cut his face off" I shouted after them.
"Oh but no. It's always your fault. They call you a murderer... crazy. They give you a life sentence and throw you in the fucking asylum" I screamed I huffed, crossing my arms and sitting in the corner. This place was boring.
I couldn't be here. I was 16 I should be out living my life, having fun.
•
After two days of being forced fed pills and convincing the guards I was stable enough to be let out, I was now sat in a therapy group. The annoying woman opposite me wouldn't shut up about enlightenment and kindness.
We were tasked with drawing how we feel... so I started to sketch a monster under the bed, clawing it's way out, this would definitely freak her out I was interrupted from my calming colouring when someone sat next to me.
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him He looked a few years older than me, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes He had a nose ring and by the looks of it, a tongue piercing too. He looked me over with an expressionless face.
"Lucian" He introduced simply, taking a strand of my hair between his fingers and playing with it "Not interested" I said, turning my attention back to my drawing I'll admit it, the boy next to me was handsome. Godly handsome.
But he was in an asylum for a reason, meaning he was just as crazy as me. "What you in here for?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head.
"Murder" I commented airily He chuckled at me, making me frown I didn't like it when people laughed at me He seemed to notice and stopped "We're all in here for murder baby girl" he said "I'm not your baby girl" I pouted, he held his hands up in surrender as he moved to stand up.
I thought he had gone so I returned to colouring, but I nearly jumped out of my skin when he whispered in my ear "Yet" He teased, I looked after him as he walked away. Fuck why did he have to look so good?
•
It had been a few weeks now and Lucian had sat next to me at lunch every day. He wouldn't leave me alone. And I kind of liked it. "Afternoon doll" he greeted, sitting opposite me with his tray "Don't call me that" I grumbled, my eyebrows scrunching together as he laughed at me.
