Love, Hate and Mistrust
Chapter 7
Elena had frozen where she fell, unable to look away from Elijah, waiting for his savage attack.
It felt like time seized as he stood over her fighting the all consuming want to sink his teeth into her vulnerable human flesh and feed. Hunger running through him as his senses were enveloped by the sweet metallic smell of blood, her blood.
Not that the blood covering her wasn't tempting, but he knew it was her blood that had somehow affected him so strongly.
Her bare feet were bleeding from the glass he'd shattered earlier.
He didn't realise he'd moved till he heard her intake of breath, he clenched his fists, resisting the urge to grab her.
He heard her whisper his name and took a deep breath, it was now or never; he knew he had to move fast.
Elena saw how hard he was trying to resist attacking her.
If she hadn't injured both her feet she would have tried to run; that was of course if she'd been able to move.
She hadn't meant to but found herself whispering his name, she saw him flinch at her voice as if he'd been shot.
After a few painfully long seconds she thought to try again.
Just as she was about to speak he ran off. His super fast, super human speed seemed faster, fuelled by his desperation to escape her presence.
And just like that she didn't feel scared; she let out a long sigh of relief. Knowing he'd gone to quench his thirst.
She took a look at herself and cringed at the sight of her blood soaked clothes, there wasn't a part of her that hadn't been splattered.
Carefully sitting up she shuffled backwards towards the couch.
As she did so she saw among the blood slivers of glass sprinkled across the carpet? With a puzzled frown she then tried to pick out the shards from her feet, wincing in pain as she did so.
Elijah sucked clean his fourth bag of blood, his body still shaking slightly from hunger.
He had need felt so out of control as he did when he was standing before Elena, in his many hundred years as a vampire he had always been able to control every move he made, every action was made with calculated precision.
And yet he had felt like a new vampire with no power over himself.
He heard her soft painful gasps coming from the living room as he calmed himself down, no doubt from the shallow lacerations on her feet.
He gave himself a few minutes to make sure he had calmed himself completely before going back to Elena.
He found her where he'd left her, still on the floor; and more importantly, still covered in blood.
Her clothes would have to be thrown out; even if she washed them he would be able to smell the blood. It was then that he remembered she hadn't any other clothing with her, and he had never dressed in anything other than a comfortable suit. One of his dress shirts would fit her but there was nothing to replace her pants.
Elena looked up as if she felt his presence and locked eyes with him.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispered helplessly.
Elijah sighed as he realised the only reason she was still on the floor was that she couldn't stand, "You're not going to be this troublesome the entire time you're here, are you?" he enquired as he leaned down and lifted her in his arms effortlessly.
Elena blushed furiously as Elijah held her, his arms curled beneath her arms and knees, the embrace seeming far to intimate for enemies.
She couldn't think of a thing to say, embarrassment spreading through her as she felt her heart beat frantically in her chest, knowing Elijah would hear it with his vampire senses.
Only when he bent to place her on the couch did she finally find words, "No!" she gasped holding on to him, "I'll ruin the couch," she protested when he eyed her curiously.
The last thing she wanted was to stain the couch, could one even stain black leather?
Elijah eyed her clothes with a frown as if considering their options, finally nodding slightly.
Before she knew it she was in a lush bathroom on the second floor, he had moved so fast she hadn't even been able to examine their passing surroundings.
"Did you get all the glass out?" he enquired as he sat her on the edge of the bath.
"I think so" she replied shakily, watching stunned as he knelt before her and softly ran his fingers across her cuts.
Other than a mild pain she didn't feel anything stabbing her as he pressed from heel to toe.
Satisfied that she was glass free he stood up and took a step back from her, his hands stained with her blood.
"I'll go get something to wrap these with" he said gritting his teeth, as he felt her blood wet on his fingers, he swiftly turned and left her; vanishing out of the bathroom.
Elena again found herself stuck without being able to move.
Elijah once again stood in the kitchen drawing in shaky breaths as he looked at the blood on his fingers.
He didn't even know what he was doing as he brought them to his mouth and without conscious thought pressed them against his lips; letting the blood drip past his lips to coat his tongue.
His eyes darkened and he felt his fangs lengthen, as he tasted her.
This blood was like the difference between water and wine, was this just his imagination? The only explanation that made any sense was that she was the doppelganger and therefore she tasted different.
Once all evidence had been sucked from his hands he once again tried to calm his inner demons. He needed to remember her purpose.
He clenched his teeth and growled low in his throat in frustration, seizing a nearby coffee mug he threw it against a far wall in anger, leaving a trail of destruction scattered across the floor.
Sighing as he looked at the mess he knew he would have to clean it up or take the chance of her standing on more of his destructive aftermath.
He went to find a sheet from one of the linen closets to use for bandages.
This human would not get the better of him, she was to die and that was all there was to it. He refused to let a mere mortal human destroy his self control, his anger rising as he stormed through his house. At the rate he was going he wouldn't have anything left to drink from by the end of the night.
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed my latest chapter, and yes...Elijah was having a tantrum lol, when he gets angry he throw things, i know men usually punch walls, but the last thing I want is him punching holes through his beautiful house because he'd probably reduce it to rubble in seconds. lol. Please reveiw and I'll update as soon as I can.