I've been having very weird ideas lately, like this one. I know Elijah is probably ooc here, I'm sorry about that. What do you think, a second part or should I just leave it like this?

There are things I have done
There's a place I have gone
There's a beast and I let it run
Now it's running my way

There are things I regret
To can't forgive you can't forget
There's a gift that you sent
You sent it my way

So take this night
wrap it around me like a sheet
I know I'm not forgiven
But I need a place to sleep
So take this night
And lay me down on the street
I know I'm not forgiven
But I hope that I'll be given some peace

Black Lab – This Night

Atlanta, Georgia

"For a thousand years I've been forced to watch you. Felt the pain of every victim, suffered when you shed blood. Even you Elijah with your claim nobility, you're no better. All of you, you are a curse on this Earth…"

"Mother made us vampires, she didn't make us monsters. We did that to ourselves…"

Elijah stared at his empty glass. The ice cubes hadn't melted yet; he had emptied the whole glass with a one gulp. He had no idea how many drinks he has had after arriving to this hotel; he couldn't even recall its name. It was still quite early, so there weren't many people at the bar, but he certainly didn't mind, chatting was the last thing he needed right now. Even though he was known for his calmness and his manners, he might have mutilated anyone who would bother him at the moment.

After almost being killed by his own mother and being betrayed by his brother, Elijah felt that he was entitled for a certain amount of ungentlemanly behavior. The worst part was that in a way his mother had been right, was he honestly anything else than a monster. He had killed, tortured, terrorized, manipulated, were those honestly actions of a good man? But then again, he wasn't really a man; he was a beast, a nightmare that people warned their children about. So many years he had missed his family, mourned for them and now he had lost them again. He was so tired, what was he supposed to do now?

"Another one?" the bartender asked.

Elijah replied with a brief nod, he didn't even bother to look at the human. Perhaps he should continue this in his suite, there was plenty of alcohol in the bar cabinet. He emptied his drink and threw few bills carelessly on the counter before heading to the lobby. Thankfully he had already checked in, he didn't want to talk to anyone. Unfortunately that didn't stop some man from talking to him.

"Hey, mister, how's it going?" the man asked.

Elijah gritted his teeth and turned slowly to look at him. The man was probably in his mid twenties, his dark hair was combed back along his head and he was wearing a casual navy-blue suit.

"Rough day?" he asked sympathetically.

"You could say that," Elijah murmured in his teeth.

"Well, how about I tell you that I can make it better."

"I highly doubt that."

The man took a quick look around them before he continued.

"I think what you need is some nice company, male, female, what ever you like."

Elijah stared at the man disbelievingly, was he honestly offering him a prostitute?"

"No, thank you," Elijah replied coldly.

"You don't know what you're missing; I only offer the highest quality. Blondes, redheads, you name it."

Elijah was about to say no again when he actually had second thoughts. He had never paid for sex before, but why the hell not; he definitely needed some kind of distraction. For some reason Tatia crossed his mind. He had always liked brunettes and he had even loved a couple of them. Maybe he could have his Tatia back, just for this one night.

"A brunette," he said firmly before he could have second thoughts. "Brown eyes and long brown hair."

For a moment the man actually seemed surprised, but he managed to get over it quickly.

"Well, you certainly know what you want. I have a girl who has brown eyes, but her hair is black…"

"No, I want a brunette."

The man bit his bottom lip.

"Alright, I believe that can be arranged. What room are you staying?"

"601."

"Alright, she'll be there within an hour. The normal charge is 100 bucks per hour…"

"I want the whole night."

The man grinned.

"Oh, I understand. How about I make it 800?"

"Fine."

Elijah was just about to turn around when the man continued.

"Almost anything goes but no hitting, at least not on the face."

Elijah pressed his lips together and continued walking towards an elevator. What had he just done? Perhaps a week ago he would have been disgusted with himself but right now he simply didn't care. He was a monster, wasn't he, why shouldn't he do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to lose himself and forget the emptiness he was feeling. Yes, tonight he would forget all of it.