A/N: Hey people of Earth! So, the story seems to be going down well so far - quite a few followers - honestly, I didn't think ye'd enjoy it that much :P
Big thanks to my first EVER reviewer - tvdspnislife I know I've said it many times, but THANK YOU so much for your kind words! Without you I don't think I'd have been as motivated to get this next chapter done :D
Disclaimer: TVD does not belong to me. At all. If it did then Elena would've died in that crash in the Season 3 finale. *ducks behind chair for cover from airborne projectiles*
This story DOES belong to me. As does the female character introduced in this chapter.
This story is rated M for a reason; the following chapter has scenes of rape and violence. Don't read if it's not your cup of tea.
P.S. I haven't seen Season 4 OR 5 yet, and despite my dislike of Elena I do still like to watch the show (purely to drool at Elijah and Damon 0o0). PLEASE don't spoil it for me! Go raibh míle maith agaibh [Thank you!]
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The silence of the night was broken by the gentle swish of skirts along the forest trail. A young maiden hurried through the trees, dodging this way and that to avoid branches and roots which jutted out at odd angles. The only light came from the full moon, its light dancing on the clouds and illuminating the less dense areas of the woods. The maiden was deep in thought as she ran and failed to notice a figure hidden in the shadows that had followed her from her village.
When she came to a stream she paused a moment to regain her bearings. It was then that she noticed the figure for the first time. Not out of the corner of her eye, but rather as a sixth sense. It was a dirty aura; one of the darkest she had ever sensed. It was impossible to describe but she knew it belonged to a being full of wicked intent and purpose. As it approached she felt every nerve of her being tingle with adrenaline, prepared for whatever came next.
Fight?
She tensed as the figure came closer. She could protect herself, though in this day and age it was a major taboo for a woman to show physical strength of any sort. Then again no one would ever know...
Or flight?
This option was quickly becoming the more realistic of the two. The figure was still a good fifty yards away but she could tell that he was at least six foot tall. It was almost certainly a male approaching her, the height and build suggested as much, and why on earth would a woman want to stalk her as this figure had?
She continued to 'rest' by the stream, not wanting to alert the figure to the fact that she knew he was there. Oh how she wished Elijah was there, no harm ever came to her when he was by her side.
Get a grip, you are perfectly capable of protecting yourself!
A faint breeze carried his scent to her. He smelled as if he had never washed; it was a stale, rotting smell. She doubted if there had ever been an aura and body odour more perfectly matched. The breeze also carried his taunting whispers to her. Taunts which made her skin crawl at their vulgarity and crudeness. She should never have stopped. She shouldn't have been foolish enough to think that she could overcome him. Elijah had warned her so many times to be careful, but she had never listened
Not once.
She had meant to, honestly she had, but whenever Elijah spoke her mind went numb and her heart beat faster. His voice seemed to melt her very soul; his eyes definitely saw her soul. He had this way of gazing at her, but it was as if he was looking into her. She had often heard him say that the eyes were the door to a person's soul... Sometimes she wondered if he spoke from experience or if it was just another of his strange sayings.
Her mind was pulled sharply out of its pondering by two monstrously large hands which had circled around her waist. She screamed in fright and desperately began clawing at them. Her attacker merely laughed and continued to drag her to the ground. He pinned her down, holding her wrists above her head in one hand he used the other to begin untying her corset. She screamed again as she frantically struggled to free herself. Exhaustion overtook her; he was too heavy for her to move, she was merely burning up all her energy.
Which is what he wants, a calm voice of logic rang through her mind. It will be so much easier for him to take me if I'm exhausted.
With this in mind she quickly formulated a plan as the hand which had been undoing her corset came up to block her cries. She couldn't breathe, and now she was surrounded by his aura and scent. It was a claustrophobic sensation. The burn in her chest told her that if he did not remove his hand soon she would pass out. And then she would be in trouble. If only she could remember that one defensive measure Elijah had told her. One that he had guaranteed would always work. The one that had made her feel incredibly awkward in his presence...
She felt her body go limp and her eyes close, the lack of air having achieved the desired affect. She listened to the rustle of her skirts as they were hitched up her legs. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to prevent herself crying out as the frozen winter air slapped her thighs. She heard his satisfaction of having her before him, exposed and unable to protect herself. As innocent as she was, she was not so naive as to not understand what was happening.
Of course it frightened her terribly to know what was happening, to know that she was about to be violated in the cruelest way possible. She heard more material drop to the ground. His trousers. He gripped her wrists with one hand and used the other to pin her hips down. She screamed as he forced himself into her. Her struggling only seemed to excite him more, which caused him to push deeper and harder into her. She gritted her teeth with all her remaining strength, she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her vocalise how much he was hurting her. She felt his coarse hands run up her sides to the remaining clasp of her corset. As he undid the clasp however, something strange happened.
She watched as a variety of emotions played across his face; surprise, excitement... pain. He seemed to shudder and then he collapsed on top of her. She felt the crushing weight of his body knock the remaining breathe from her lungs. As the world faded to black she saw a familiar face before her, yelling her name. As he shook her in a desperate attempt to keep her conscious, she noticed that his face was streaked with blood and that his hands were splattered with it too. It took her a moment to realise that it was hers. She didn't want to know where it had come from.
She saw how black his eyes had become, how dilated the pupils were. She raised a shaky hand to trace the angry veins around them. Her angel looked more like a demon. The very same demon, he had warned her, was his true nature. Her blood was calling him, making him thirsty. Making him angry.
His eyes regained some of their usual compassion as he gently entwined his fingers with hers and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead, before rising and turning his rage on her attacker. She had never seen him like this. Never seen him driven mad by bloodlust. He had never acted like this; never fully embraced his nature. Now she knew why. He was a force to be reckoned with.
He ripped the perpetrator limb from limb as if he were nothing more than paper.
When he decapitated her abuser with his bare hands, she felt as if she would lose what little sanity she had left. And when he ripped the - still beating - heart from his chest she felt physically ill. At some stage he had lit a fire and was now throwing the remains of her attacker into it. Her lungs constricted at the rancid smell of burning flesh.
This is the part of himself he never wished for me to know...
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She awoke to find herself in a familiar bed. His scent was everywhere, like a protective embrace. A shield from the world, from the nightmares of another aura and scent. And that's when the memories of the previous night hit her. She was attacked... pinned to the ground... her dress... someone pulling her attacker away...
And then the memories which haunted her nightmares. The sound of breaking bones... ripped limbs... blood, so much blood... the scent of burning flesh... a demon with black eyes... an angel carrying her away from the devastation.
A small cough startled her. Was she in danger again? But before she could shoot from the bed a hand gently, but firmly, restrained her. Her stormy eyes locked onto the owner of the hand as her body registered that while, yes, this hand was large it was in no way similar to the one which had violated her. The face that greeted her instantly erased all her fears; her angel.
"Elijah."
Her demon.
A/N: Yeah, so this turned out so different to how I planned. I'm not 100% happy with it. But it was so hard to write a truly awful scene like this. It was also really difficult to write a violent reaction for Elijah... Hope it's not too bad/off character. Let me know what you think. Until we meet again x
