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Shadowsteps	By : vsvigalante Category: DC Verse Comics > V for Vendetta Views: 912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7--Ravens Wings

Gordon Dietrich entered the code into the security system and waited, turning the bottle of wine in his hand absently. The gallery door unlocked as the green light shone in the semi-darkness of the tunnel. Pushing the door open, he stepped into the Shadow Gallery. As many times as he had been here, his breath was still taken away every time he saw the treasured pieces that graced V's home.

“ Hello? ” He called out, looking around, as the soft melody of Nat King Cole's
' Unforgettable ' filled the room.

“ In here, Gordon.” V's voice called from the kitchen.

“ What is that most wonderful smell? ” Gordon asked, walking in.

“ Beef Wellington, Mashed Potatoes with Gravy, Corn, and for desert...” V paused, turning around, in his stripped apron, a large bowl in his hands,”...Plum Pudding “

“ There goes another twenty pounds on. “ Gordon sighed.

“ It is not often I get to entertain such a famous personality. “ V replied, grinning under the mask. “ Would you like a cup of tea?”

“ Yes, please.”

“ Could I have one too? Jazlyn's voice drifted across the room.

Both V and Gordon looked at the same time. Standing in the archway, stood Jazlyn, dressed in the black silk dress V had given her--and she literally took V's breath away. The dress clung to the young woman's every curve, and the way she had styled her hair up with soft tentacles of curls surrounding her face, made her look like an ancient Greek goddess.

“ My dear, ” Gordon rose from the table and offered his arm to her. “ The photos do not do you justice.”

V moved to stand beside her, taking her hand in his, he raised it to the mask's frozen lips. “ You look beautiful tonight, Jazlyn. ” He whispered softly.

“ Thank you. ” She blushed, looking into the mask's dark eye slits. V removed the apron, tossing it aside, then lead Jazlyn to the table, seating her at the head.

Gordon watched, amused at V. The old boy had it bad. If he didn't know better, he could swear his friend was sodden with affection for the girl. He took his seat, smiling at Miss Sommers. She could have very possibly been the one who turned him straight in his earlier years. Gordon's partner, like so many others had lost his life when Norsefire took over. The only way he had maintained his sanity and his life, was by wining and dining, young beautiful women ( which he still did ) from the BNN , all the while he was dying inside from the loss of his beloved. He picked up the glass of wine V had poured him, took a sip, then politely spewed it all over the table top! The biggest, blackest panther he had ever seen loped across the gallery floor toward V.

“ V! ” He half-choked the word from his mouth, ” Watch out! ”

Both V and Jazlyn looked at him.

“ The panther! ” Gordon exclaimed, pointing.

“ Shadow wouldn't hurt anyone.” Jazlyn smiled at him as the panther came to stand by V and her chair.

“ Ah yes, ” V began, ” Gordon, may I present Shadow, guardian of Jazlyn. ”
Gordon eyed the cat cautiously.

“ Shadow, may I present one of my oldest and closet friends, Gordon Dietrich. ”

Shadow looked at the man. “ If you are a friend to the Master and Mistress, you are also a friend to me. ” She replied in her purr-like voice, dipping her head as a gesture of recognition.

“ Good god--it's talks! ” Gordon exclaimed looking at Shadow. He sat silent for a moment, “ A pleasure. ” He smiled meekly.

Shadow turned her attention back to Jazlyn. “ I am ready, Mistress. ”

“ Stay to the shadows, my love.” Jazlyn spoke as she walked to the roof lift with the cat and opened the gate, closing it after them. “ I'll be back in a few minutes.”

V nodded, watching the lift disappear.

“ Where are they off to? ” Gordon asked, finally collecting his wits.

“ To the roof. “ V replied, ” Shadow is off to do rounds, and Jazlyn will be back down in a moment to join us. ”

They heard the lift return, and watched as Jazlyn walked toward them.

“ She'll be gone for several hours.” She said, taking her place once again at the table.

“ We are ready to eat then? ” V asked, pot holder and dish towel in hand.

“ It smells wonderful! ” Jazlyn exclaimed, a huge smile on her lips. “ I have fallen in love with V's cooking .”

V tilted his head toward her, hoping to hear more of her soft voice.

“ He has a knack for cooking .” Jazlyn looked at him. Thankfully, V's mask hid the crimson coloring that covered his face at that particular moment as he watched her converse with Gordon.

“ V tells me that you are a true witch. ”

“ Yes, ” Jazlyn paused, ” I am a witch--with spells, and all other things combined into one package--me. ”

Gordon shifted his eyes toward V before he spoke again. “ I'm surprised that you haven't offered to help in his cause to overthrow Norsefire. ”

V stopped everything.

“ With your talents, and his brilliant mind, you two could become an immovable force in the resistance.” Gordon looked at Jazlyn.

V turned to them both. His hands by his side, his body stiff, his head fixed on them . “ That will not be necessary, Gordon. ” V's voice was low, and Gordon recognized the tone as one he had heard coming from the mask man many times before-- one that let him know not to pursue this line of thought no further.

“ V, Gordon maybe onto something here. ” Jazlyn spoke, “ Shadow and I could help you keep an eye on things.”

“ I forbid it! ” He but shouted the answer out. He would not be responsible for Jazlyn!

“ You forbid it? ” Jazlyn repeated, pushing the chair back, and rising from the table. ” I will do what I want to do--you are not my father, nor my husband, or lover! You have no control over me...” She stopped, her eyes shooting daggers at the mask. “ I left my home to get away from control freaks, and now, you're turning into one. ”

V stood speechless as he watched the woman cross her arms, her stance, one of defiance. He took a deep breath, then spoke. “ It is too dangerous for you to be out roaming the streets.”

“ I can take care of myself. ” Jazlyn replied.

“ I am quite sure you can, but...”

“ But what, V? ” Jazlyn interrupted him.

“ If you were out there, every time I would hear a siren, or a gun shot, I would wonder if you were alright. ” He laid his leather gloved hand gently against her face. “ I would worry about you.”

Jazlyn covered his hand with hers. “ I'd be alright, V. You keep forgetting that I'm not a normal human being, I'm a witch--and believe me, I can do things that would make you shake in your boots.” She smiled after the last sentence, at him. “ Please, let me help you restore England to its rightful place among the world.”

V tilted his head downward. “ I can't take that chance.” He pulled his hand free, still looking into her eyes.

“ Then, I guess I'll just have to do it without you.” Jazlyn answered, looking at the mask, then turned to Gordon. “ It's been a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dietrich--I just wish it could have been under better circumstances. Good night.” Both men watched as she disappeared down the hallway.

“ Well, that was interesting. ” Gordon half-smiled, glancing at V.

“ Damn! ” V swore as he slammed his fist against the sink counter.

“ Didn't go the way you thought it would, old boy? ” Gordon asked as V wheeled around. “ She is a bit more than you expected, hum? ”

“ She is going to get herself killed! ” V exclaimed angrily, looking at Gordon.

Gordon laughed softly. “ I believe the young lady is quite capable of taking care of herself--especially, if that black beast is with her .” Gordon watched V move around the kitchen, a grin crossed his lips. “ She's gotten to you, hasn't she? ”

V stared at him. “ What do you mean? ”

“ You care for her. ” Gordon answered cautiously.

“ I don't feel anything, Gordon. How can I care? ” V spat between clenched teeth.

Gordon chuckled.” You keep telling yourself that. ”

V turned from him .” I haven't been able to feel since Larkhill. ”

“ Well, ” Gordon pulled his jacket on. “ Maybe you're not as dead inside as you believed you are. ” He placed a hand on V's shoulder. “ Don't fight it old boy, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life. ”

Was Gordon right? Could it possibly be that the feelings he had believed destroyed at Larkhill were
very much alive, only buried deep within his own mind, and Jazlyn was the one that had stirred them somewhat back to life?

“ I'll walk you home. ” V spoke to him, the new feeling he was having was confusing. Maybe a walk would help him sort things out.

“ That's not necessary--it's way before the ten o'clock curfew.” Gordon replied, “ Besides, you have other pressing matters to explore. I'll be fine.”

V watched his friend head toward the gallery door. “ Good night, Gordon.”

Gordon waved a hand and let himself out, the door closing slowly behind him, locking the gallery once again into the dark safety V had grown accustomed to. He let out a deep breath, turned, and headed for the roof lift. He would wait for Shadow's return on the roof, the darkness bringing him much needed comfort as he tried to understand what kind of a spell Jazlyn had cast on him.
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