9) You Can't Hide It
Elijah froze at the site of her. Despite a night of sleep and shower, she still looked so distraught. Her frame seemed weaker and her skin still pale, had little colour. Her eyes were tired of crying, no longer sparkling and bright.
Elijah growled at himself inside, not wanting to face the fact that it was his fault. "You are supposed to be protecting her!" his conscience muttered. He snapped at it angrily, the guilt was eating away at him. He didn't want to hurt her. Not at all. He shook his head at the thought of going against his word.
He realised he wasn't meant to be here but found that his feet refused to move. His eyes were locked on to her and there was no longer a way out. She was all he could see. He couldn't leave, not now but what on earth was he going to do?
He never knew with her and that was oddly a good thing. There was no plan. She brought out his instincts, she made him feel and question so much.
Not many people could stun him into silence like she could. Every moment with her was so substantial.
She strangely hadn't noticed his presence and now turned so that her back was toward him. Elijah watched from a distance in agony as she ran her fingers through her damp refreshing hair. She parted the strands and placed them in just the right position, ruffling them dry.
He recalled the memories of his own fingers touching her soft waves.
Elijah sighed and Hayley heard him. He quickly moved to a spot from where he could not be seen and waited as still as a statue.
Hayley's eyes wondered around the room suspiciously. Elijah stopped breathing, not that that was difficult, she had that effect on him.
He then considered leaving; this wasn't exactly a good time. He could stride out of the door any second but he didn't want to, not really and that stopped him.
"Klaus?" Hayley called.
Elijah's forehead creased at the sound of his brother's name.
"Klaus seriously? Is that you? I already told you about the privacy issue." She carried on a sweet smile playing upon her lips.
Elijah's teeth clenched. "You are most definitely jealous." his conscience teased him. His face flashed with irritation.
"No." he told himself.
"No!", though he failed hopelessly to convince himself.
He stood stooped in defeat and then finally exposed himself from where he had been hiding.
