2| My crazy vixen

                                                                              My crazy vixen

                                                                              ~7 years ago ~

                                                                           { Vivienne's POV }

"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.

"Well if you'd just tell me your name I could call you that instead" he argued, only annoying me even more

He seems to always leave me speechless. I didn't like it.

I didn't like the effect he had on me.

He always won these little games. I wanted to win for once.

I had learnt that he was in for murder as well

He was apart of the Russian mafia and had been deemed crazy due to the nature of his crime.

Whether any of it was true or he was a psychotic liar, I wasn't sure

But for the most part I enjoyed talking to him.

He was rough. Damaged. Like me.

Fuck it.

"Vivienne" I mumbled

"I'm sorry what was that?" He asked as if I was a child, leaning forward

"It's Vivienne... you ass" I said, he shrugged

"Gorgeous name" he complimented, taking a piece of my hair in his hand and twirling it round his finger. Again

"Oh fuck off, why are you even here?" I grumbled, pushing him away and opening my dessert pot.

He smiled at me

"For the pleasant company" he said, I rolled my eyes at him

"Plus I thought you'd want to hear about my little escape plan" he added

I scoffed as I ate my pudding

"Escape plan?" I laughed.

"Yeah, my brothers coming to break me out" he explained

"And you're telling me because?" I asked as I licked my spoon, watching his face fall on my lips for a moment before he awkwardly cleared his throat

"I want to take you with me" he said

"And why would you want to do that?" I asked.

There was nothing out there for me. I had no friends. No family. Nothing.

"You're pretty" he shrugged

"You want to take me cause I'm pretty?" I laughed.

"I want to take you cause you're the only person in here I can stand to be around" he explained.

It was true, he wouldn't speak to anyone else

He wouldn't even talk to the therapists.

What's the worst that could happen?

I'd just get caught again.

May as well have a few weeks out in the real world, even if I have to spend it with Mr Annoying here.

"Fine, what's the plan?" I asked

"Leave it to me baby, just tell me your cell number" he said.

"305" I told him, earning a nod from him

He seems to get more handsome every time I see him

Crazy looks good on him.

                                                                                        •

When night time came around I had lost hope that he was actually going to break us out.

It could've just been crazy ramblings.

Hell that seemed like the explanation now that it was already 2am.

I'd nestled in bed an hour ago, just staring up at the ceiling and wondering back to the organisation

I wonder if they miss me.

Bang

I sat up, straining my eyes at the stream of light shining in the room

There was a figure in the doorway

"Hey baby girl" I heard his rough voice

Fuck... he actually did it

"As much I love you staring at me... I think we should get going" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, getting up to follow after him, passing a bunch of dead bodies on the way

When we were finally settled in the car, I was met with a man sat opposite me.

He looked like a different version of Lucian.

"What took you so lon-"

He eyed me up and down with caution

"She wasn't part of the plan Lucian" he grumbled, still glaring at me

I offered him a smile, followed by the middle finger.

To which Lucian laughed at my actions

"I like her..." is all he offered before looking back out the car window, his hand coming to settle on my thigh

I stared at it, it felt... weird

A good weird. And he liked me?

"Dads gonna go mental. He's already pissed you got yourself sentenced to a fucking asylum... it's like you're just asking to get killed" the man groaned

"Dad will be fine" Lucian said dismissively

The car fell into silence once again, the brother still looking at me.

"So what's your name?" He asked

"What's yours?" I asked back

"I asked you first" he said, crossing his arms

"I asked you nicer" I argued, he sighed

"Alexander" he said simply.

I nodded

"Vivienne... Vivienne Vixen" I said, Lucian turned to look at me, a surprised expression on his face

"Vixen? Your last name is Vixen?" He asked amused, I nodded, confused as to where he was going with this.

He smirked, before looking back out the window

"My little Vixen" he mumbled.

                                                                                    •

"You all settled in?" I turned to see Lucian in the doorway

I was given a room in the Ivanov house

After many arguments Lucian had had with his father, I was allowed to stay for a while.

I nodded, I didn't have anything to settle in with, Lucian had ordered some clothes for me but I had no personal possessions with me.

"You need any help?" He asked, stepping further into the room.

"With what? I don't have anything" I laughed

He shrugged, shifting in place

"Fine... I wanted to come and see you" he said off handedly

"Aw am I that charming?" I asked sweetly, he rolled his eyes at me and pushed me, but I wasn't going down on my own.

If I was falling he was falling too, so I grabbed him on my way, both of us thankfully falling on the bed rather than the floor.

He hovered above me, making me very aware of the situation we were now in.

He was on top of me. Fuck.

I looked up at him, seeing him stare down at me with an emotion I couldn't pin point

And before I knew it, his lips were on mine, one hand grasping my hip and the other in my hair, pulling me into him.

To say I was surprised would be an understatement

I'd... never been kissed before

It was different... but so good

His lips against mine felt like heaven and I felt myself kissing him back, savouring his sweet taste.

Eventually we both pulled away, needing to catch our breath.

"Fuck" he breathed

"Yeah" I whispered.

                                                                          Vote and Comment 

                     

                                                                                          .