Chapter Four
Monster in the Dark
He grappled with demons too disturbing for description. Trapped within a chained coffin, hidden away in his psyche, Elijah knew very well that Tatia's return had resurrected his monster.
"Master… please."
The way she pleaded… the recollection itself was enough to spark life to his flaccid cock. That sick taste of sadistic pleasure… he'd once reveled in the sensation. Tatia's pain was his pleasure. He'd thought she could handle it. He was wrong. She lost her life because he'd gone too far and wasn't able to stop.
It had been unbearable staring into Elena's eyes, while knowing that Tatia was the one behind the mask. Elijah felt relieved that her soul no longer resided within a body that was identical to her own.
The notorious Katerina Petrova suddenly appeared before his eyes. Perhaps the only reason why he fell in love with her was because he felt unworthy of true love. She had Tatia's face, but not her heart; not her soul. He knew all about Katerina's transgressions, her unloyalty, yet he remained faithful to her as if he owed the universe a karmic price, as if he owed Tatia a lifetime of servitude to misery.
Freya's spell had saved Elena from such an unwelcome intrusion of pain and insanity, but the Harvest witch was now possessed by Tatia's spirit. The woman he loved had taken over the mind and body of seventeen-year-old Davina Claire.
Could she really have carried out such dark magic? Elijah thought. If so, why? How did she learn about my history with Tatia?
He tossed and turned in his sheets, unable to sleep; it was impossible to when she was so close to him.
Elena had expressed earlier that night that she had been cognizant all throughout Tatia's possession, which meant that somewhere deep down… Davina was well aware of what had happened.
But maybe it's different for her. She's not a doppelganger, Elijah thought.
He desperately needed to communicate with Tatia—to tell her that he loved her and that that love never died; that he regretted hurting her so much… killing her. He never meant to drain her dry. He'd lost control.
"I never meant to kill you," Elijah whispered, tears brimming his eyes.
He sat up and dug his fingers through his hair. His chest was in pain. He didn't know how he was ever going to make things right. What if Freya or Vincent would never be able to cast Tatia out? What if he was never able to bring her spirit to rest? Was he sure that he even wanted her gone? A hurricane of thoughts ran through his head, all ending in deadly destruction. His mind was a mess.
Unable to ignore her weeping any longer, Elijah threw his legs over his bed and left his room. It was time's like this that he wished he did not have such acute hearing. Freya had advised him to keep away from Tatia until the morning, but he just couldn't. He couldn't close his eyes and go to sleep when he heard her crying. It was Davina's lamenting voice, but Tatia was the one in pain. Tatia… his broken, beautiful Tatia.
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Elijah unlocked a door and entered the bedroom below his floor. He stepped into a dimly lit room and found her huddled in a corner like an abused, feral animal. Freya had removed all the mirrors in the bedroom for extra precaution in case she woke up. He was thankful that she did.
Red rimmed eyes instantly found his, imploring him to set her free from internal torment.
"Master…"
She crawled to his feet like a beaten, broken slave, clutching at his slacks. "I thought you had left me. Please do not be upset with me. Please, Master…" She reached for his waistband and tugged them down to stroke the sleeping serpent.
Elijah looked mortified as he tried to stop Tatia from what she had been trained to do. It was his mind warped grooming: the mental abuse. He had confiscated her identity, claimed it as his own and replaced it with a mind controlled sex slave.
As much as he longed for her, he could never transgress any physical boundaries. It was Davina's body and he could not bring himself to violate a young girl like that, regardless of whom it was inside the human host.
"Stop." He gently held her hands when she made a second attempt. "You don't have to."
"I must satisfy my Master's needs." She wept, reaching for his crotch again.
"I said, stop!" Elijah commanded.
That face he was peering into… that body. He was a man, and Davina was naturally a beautiful young woman. He had fought long and hard to become a master of control. He could not allow Tatia to undo him now. Not like this.
"As your master I demand that you cease what you are doing and rise." His tone revealed nothing but dominant authority as he firmly held his space.
He didn't have to tell her twice. Tatia obeyed as if his word was law. What Elijah didn't expect was to see Davina's naked body inches away from his—fully nude.
Tatia had discarded the white gown immediately after he told her to stand, thinking that he desired her to undress like he'd demanded many times before.
Something throbbed and twitched in his trousers. The arousal was unexpected. Davina had been in his presence frequently, and yet he never had this physical reaction.
Because she was always clothed, you imbecile, a voice echoed in his mind.
Unable to catch his breath, he was mesmerized by Davina's glorious nudity. Her beautiful, virgin body… so ripe… radiating femininity from every curve, every swell of her breasts… globes of flesh.
"I am yours, Master," Tatia murmured, reaching for his hand, guiding it toward the crevice between her thighs.
Something was stirring and raging inside of Elijah as he snapped out of it and yanked his hand away—anger swirling in forbidden desire.
"Dress yourself!" he shouted. "Now!"
Consumed with fear, she did as she was told and threw the night gown back over her head, refusing to meet his angered gaze. Tatia kept her head down: a dejected submissive, put in her place.
Elijah hated having to speak to her from a position of superiority, as if she was not his equal. But he knew this was his own doing. He had damaged her, and if he wanted any chance to repair that damage, he had to take it slow.
There was also Davina to consider. He did not want her to suffer any more than she possibly was. He refused to believe that she had been the one to do something so cruel as to conjure his first love and cause so much havoc. For what? Why?
As far as he was concerned, there simply was no motive. Davina was an ally, not an enemy.
If he had to masquerade as her slave master to keep Tatia in check—to prevent her sexual advances, then he had no other choice but to do it.
Davina's luscious figure was forever burned into his memory. Elijah realized that he simply could not trust himself around her… not while Tatia was still in there.
The big red door in his mind was violently pounding on the other side, echoing into his consciousness. He had to fight the urge. He had to kill those desires. He'd thought he had. After Tatia's death he never dragged his lovers into his darkness. He never took from them like he took from Tatia; he only gave.
Upon realizing that his monster was alive and attempting to escape his coffin, the Original feared for his sanity. He couldn't be in the same room as Tatia—not at that moment, at least. Not when sinful lust and unspeakable desires were infecting his mind by the second. She had every right to fear him. She could see what he refused to acknowledge: the monster had never died; he was merely asleep.
Elijah's hands were trembling. He was aware of his own nakedness from the waist up. He was aware of her nakedness from waist down. That night gown was simply too short.
"Forgive me, Master." Tatia sniffled. "I never meant to disobey you."
Her accent was still so foreign to him. It was strange to hear Davina speak in old English dialect, he thought. But at least it reinforced the fact that it was not Davina he was conversing with.
Elijah noticed her gaze lower to his nether regions, fixating on his tented trousers. He'd been so distracted by his fears and anxiety that he ignored the fact that he was painfully constricted in his boxer briefs. His evident erection could not be hidden.
On your knees, slave. Crawl to me. Suck me.
Disturbed by the sinister voice in his head. Elijah turned around and strode toward the door. He couldn't let him out. He wouldn't dare. But before he walked out, he paused and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I want you to get in bed, and go to sleep. That is an order, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master."
A/N: So I've decided to devote a completely new story to Elijah, Tatia, and Davina. This chapter in particular will really get the development going. I'm going to call it Confessions in the Dark. I think it's only appropriate that I break off the narration at this point because this story revolves around Klaus and Elena form the beginning, but creatively I'm inspired to explore a dark romance between Elijah and Davina—I just like to challenge myself in that sense. So, with that said, if any of you loyal readers would like to read about this dynamic duo, then please follow the new story. I'm most likely going to re upload previous chapters so that it will make sense for new readers and then continue from there. Eventually I'll have to upload it to archive of our own when I collaborate with my friend, and also due to the explicit nature of the story. Things will get pretty dark… and it won't be appropriate to upload on here. If I get a huge following for the story, I will consider making a tumblr blog.