WHISPER OF THE PAST
Fan fiction sequel of: "Too much noise in the bedroom"
SEASON 2 - TVD
Pairing: Damon & Elena
Writer's note: It is always a pleasure to have new readers following my stories, but, I strongly advise you to firstly read my story "Too much noise in the bedroom" before starting this sequel. That will help you understand the past history between Damon and Elena.
Chapter 2
"Breathing your breath"
"Your scent is my erotic call into the night;
I want to smell and taste your skin forever,
Your sweet nectar entering my vein,
Breathing each of your breath,
My heart is alive again."
- Alexander (Damon) -
It felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on Elena's shoulders. She collected all the strength inside of her to finally open her eyes, feeling instantly the big swelling on her left cheek and eye, from Alexander/Damon previous fist-hit on her, while suddenly feeling the worst migraine hitting her temples.
She was lying on the bed of what seemed to be Michaela's bedroom. She realized that both of her wrists were attached (with a tight rope above her head) to the iron bars of the bed. She tried to free herself of her imprisonment, and felt the sharpest pain in her right wrist hitting her, while making her scream, while tears appeared in her eyes. Her wrist must have been broken or badly sprained.
The room was drowned in a dark penumbra, with a single ray of light coming from the street lights through the bedroom window. She lowered her sight on her body, and finally noticed that she was only dressed with her set of panties and bra, making her raise her legs in a curling position, in a reflex of protection and modesty.
She looked around, but could not see if her clothes had been disposed or placed on near furniture. She tried to lower her movements to help her ease the pain on her wrist, before turning her attention on the noise in the house. She heard some voices coming from downstairs, with a few minutes later hearing steps approaching the closed door, and seeing the panel being widely open in front of her sight.
She pushed herself at the farther edge of the bed, while still trying to not move her wrist, fearing his approach. It was not Damon (Alexander) who approached the bed; from the little she could see in the darkness it was a short bearded middle-age man, with glasses, a sadistic smile, and the most devious stare she had ever encountered.
"You're awake; beautiful? The boss will be happy to hear that piece of information." He informed the brunette, while slowly approaching his right hand of Elena's legs, sliding it on their length, in a sensual caress. "So, you're Elena Gilbert, the one invading his dreams and thoughts?" He questioned, while she started kicking her legs in every direction.
"Oh, you're a fighter, sweetheart; Alexander will take much pleasure with you that way." The man commented, before bursting into laugher and turning on his heels to leave the bedroom, while limping with his left leg, the bedroom door being close on its arch a second later.
Two hours before, in Michaela's old farm house.
Alexander (Damon) dropped Elena's unconscious body on the bed, before nervously passing a hand through his long brown hair, at the same exact moment that the electricity went off in the house. He walked toward the light switch on the wall, but after two or three tries, there was still no light. He walked back toward the bed, and got rid of Elena's shoes, before opening the buttons of her long sleeves t-shirt, and sliding the clothes away from her skin. He took a glimpse at her almost naked chest, noticing that she was wearing a black lace bra, on her small but perfectly round breasts. He lowered his hand on her neck, before sliding his fingers on her neckline and feeling the roundness of her breasts though the delicate lace.
He could feel an intense sexual arousal emerging inside of him; with the obvious prove of the preeminent bulge below his belt. That human girl had way too much power over his thoughts and actions. He needed to stop this obsession now; he needed to get rid of her "ass" as soon as possible.
Unfortunately for him, he had not been able to bite her for an illogical reason unknown to his mind. But now that she was unconscious, there was no reason for him to no succeed. He transformed into his vampire facial traits, before plunging directly in contact with the left side of her neck, his fangs almost entering the delicateness of her skin, when suddenly he stopped, and closed his eyes and fists.
He reopened his eyes and took a look at the young woman, while retransforming as his human appearance, his eyes kept closed again, only to smell her human scent in the hollow of her neck and shoulder, before licking her tender skin, his lips kissing the most sensible spot of her neck. She let a moan of pleasure escape her lips, in her unconscious state.
He raised his head, while straightening his upper body, before stroking both of his eyelids with his right hand, turning on himself, and angrily hitting a chair with his right foot.
"Damn her! Damn her!" He exclaimed, in rage; while pacing back and forth like a trapped animal in front of the bed.
He finally stopped, and retraced his steps toward her lying position once again, before opening her jeans, and sliding them off her legs. He, then, reached for a piece of rope in one of his back jeans pocket, before taking both of her arms, bringing them above her head, while tightening her wrists to the iron bars of the bed. He finally lowered his hand on her legs, while slowly caressing the tender inside of her thighs, before raising it slowly toward her feminine center, in a slow erotic movement of his fingers, witnessing his victim languorously moving her body toward him and his touch, while moaning a name in her sleepy state of arousal. "Damon" was the name?
He pushed his hand at arm length from her body, like he had been burned by an intense fire, suddenly looking at her with an angry stare in his eyes. That man's name would disappear of her mind and mouth if he had something to say about it, and it would be replaced by his own: Alex!
Before the end of this week, that human girl would be in his bed, begging him for mercy after he would be finished with her, and then, after taking his pleasure repeatedly with her, till exhaustion, and getting her out of his system…then…perhaps… he would get rid of her for good, by drinking every drop of her blood, and finally leaving her deathless body for the rats to have their pleasure by finishing her carcass off.
Several cars and motorcycles parked beside Alexander's black Transam, in front of Michaela's farm house. In total, you could count ten vampires men, who looked like bikers type with long hair, beards, tattoos, leather bracelets, leather vests, chains, and black boots. They walked toward the front of Michaela's house, with in the lead, a smaller man with red long hair and a red long beard, small glasses, and what seemed to be an injured left leg, by the way he was limping with every of his walking steps. He pushed open the kitchen door with his right foot, before entering the farm house.
"It took you long enough!" Alexander commented, before taking a puff of the cigarette he was holding in his right hand, while sitting on a chair, both of his foot raised on the kitchen table.
"I had to stop with the boys to take care of our midnight snack in the nearest local restaurant." The bearded man responded, while approaching Alexander's sitting position. "Well look at this, candles…How romantic, sweetheart, is it for me? You did not pay your electricity bill, Alexander?" The man asked, before bursting into laughter.
"You stopped at a restaurant, Bill, and you did not think of bringing food to your boss?" Alexander replied, with a smile spreading on his manly lips, while dropping his cigarette on the floor, before crashing it with his foot on the kitchen floor.
"Who said I forgot to bring you food?" The man replied. "Boys, bring the main course and dessert to our boss." He yelled, while showing a toothless smile.
Two vampires man entered the house, while pushing two young women who were crying and moaning hysterically to let them go.
"What do you think?" Bill, the toothless man asked Alexander. "Are they to your satisfaction, boss?"
Alexander stood up on his two feet, while gesturing to one of the vampire men to bring the petite blond to him.
"Please, don't hurt me; I'll do whatever you want?" The woman begged Alexander.
"What do you think, boss? Did we bring you good merchandise or what?" Bill teased.
"I don't know, let me check." Alexander replied, mocker while grabbing the victim right arm to pull her nearer to him, before sliding his fingers through her long blond hair.
"Please…I beg you…don't hurt me!" She sobbed, tears running on her face.
"There, there…Sweetheart; of course I'm going to hurt you." Alexander whispered near her right ear, while softly caressing her face. "It will be a sharp, unbearable pain; but then you'll be dead and free, I promise. And, if you want, Bill could sing you a lullaby to help you go to heaven faster…Ok?" He mocked, before hearing Bill burst into laughter for the second time in a row.
"Sure thing boss…I'll sing her a lullaby…I could even play Beethoven on my harmonica if you want?" Bill replied, sarcastically.
"See how we take care of you, sweetie pie?" Alexander commented, turning her slowly in his arms, her back now leaning on his chest, while holding her tightly by the waist. He swept her long blond hair from her neck, transforming into his vampire face a few seconds later, before viciously entering his fangs into her skin, sucking the blood rapidly from her pumping vein. The other victim screamed from the top of her lungs, in pure distress over the horror scene that she was witnessing in front of her sight, while being held in place by two vampire men. Alexander dropped the lifeless body on the kitchen floor, before sweeping the blood away from his mouth with the back of his right hand.
"Oh, I believe the other one is a screamer Alexander." Bill commented, perniciously. "Do you want your dessert now, or you want to wait for later?"
"Lock her in the basement; I'll have other purpose for her later on." Alex responded to his right arm man.
Bill nodded his head, before gesturing to the two vampire men to bring the other victim to the basement.
He took a few steps toward the kitchen table, while pushing with his feet victim's death body out of his walking path. Alexander lighted up another cigarette, before sliding the pack on the table to Bill, and taking his initial sitting position himself.
"She's here?" Bill asked, unceremoniously.
"She's upstairs." Alexander nodded his head in affirmation.
"And, did you?" Bill enquired more.
"And what…Did I kill her? Did I fuck with her? Did I torture her? Did I finally understand what my obsession with that human girl was?" Alexander replied, angrily, to his enforcer.
"Something in those lines" Bill shrugged.
Alexander shook his head in negation, before getting up and angrily pushing the kitchen chair, out of his way, with his right foot.
"I don't fucking know who I was before becoming a vampire…I don't fucking know what is my connection to her…and I fucking don't know if I want her to live, or if I want to make her suffer for all the days I had her image in my head? Do you fucking understand, Bill?" Alexander lashed out, while angrily hitting the table with his right closed fist.
"I understand that it is eating you inside, Alexander, and vampires don't get eating alive by anything, not even their souls. You need to fucking know who you were…The only memories you have are of the last five years or so…but it's doubtful that she will tell you the version you want to hear." Bill answered him.
"You think I should kill her and set myself free of her for good, don't you?" Alexander questioned, while raising one of his eyebrows.
"I think that if this was the case, you would have already done it." Bill shrugged.
"Fuck! But I can't do it!" Alexander busted more, while pacing back and forth in front of his friend.
"Then…Torture her until you'll be able to know more…or until you'll be able to kill her and free yourself of this power she has over you." Bill suggested. "And about torturing her, I know that you have the best methods in town." Bill added, while winking. "Is she a babe? You know… big boobs, long legs?"
"She has what it takes at the right place to makes me want to sleep with her…and show this frigid bitch a thing or two." Alexander replied, while laughing with him.
"That's the Alexander that I know and love." Bill exclaimed, proudly; before getting up on his feet, limping his way to reach his boss's standing position, before slapping the vampire, amicably, across his right cheek.
Both vampires came back from the basement and stood in front of Alexander and Bill.
"Is it done?" Bill asked.
Both of the men nodded her heads in response.
"Good" Bill replied, while turning his sight to look at Alexander, before asking. "The boys wanted to go sightseeing in the village, getting a bit of fun, you know? Do you have any problems with that Boss?" He asked for Alexander's permission.
"Then, let them have a little bit of fun...Just bring back human food with you, after your debauchery night." Alexander agreed, smirking. "Have fun boys…Terrorize a couple of villagers…but behave, and be polite" He added, mockingly. "And don't kill everybody like you did in the previous city…We'll be around in the neighbourhood for a while, let's keep a low profile." He suggested a course of action.
"But…Boss, it's you who specifically asked us the last time to kill them all." One of the two men replied, with a tone of laughter in his voice.
"I did? Oh yes, now I remember." Alexander responded, teaser.
Bill raised one of his eyebrows, while shrugging his shoulders and smiling sarcastically at him.
"Well behave in a gentlemanly way this time." He added, teaser; before seeing them leave the kitchen.
"She's upstairs?" Bill asked, after the vampire men had left. "I want to see what this human girl is all about, she's been controlling your mind and thoughts at distance for so many years now."
"She's in the bedroom at your left." Alexander replied to him.
"Whose house it this anyway?" Bill asked; while walking toward the stairs.
"I have no idea? She lured me in here. She sensed that I was following her from Boston to Mystic Falls." Alexander explained. "You know me? When I want my prey to know that I'm on their track, I let them know."
"That's my boy!" Bill replied, amused.
Present time, in Michaela's old farm house.
Elena could feel the tears running on both cheeks, in a mix of unbearable physical pain and emotional in the deepness of her soul. Why did she ever think that she could go against Damon, or should she say Alexander, whoever he was now? Her faith was already writing in stone, and she knew it. She would probably die in Michaela's house, leaving Rose as an orphan. Thank God at least she knew in her heart that Caroline would raise her like she was her own child, and Stefan would take care of both of them the minute he would be told by Caroline that Rose was his niece.
In another order of thoughts, who was the strange and vicious man who had entered the bedroom a short while ago? Was he one of Alexander's vampire friends? Elena was thinking, before noticing the noise of cars and motorcycle engines coming from outside. She suddenly got the impression that they were leaving the area.
She suddenly heard footsteps in the upstairs corridor, slowly approaching the bedroom; before holding its pace in front of the door. She turned her face in toward the opposite wall, while trying to sweep her tears away by sliding her cheeks on her upper right arm, her stare being kept her at the window. The door finally opened, while she hold her stare and breathe. She could feel him staring at her in the darkness of the bedroom. The door slowly closed, and she noticed a ray of light coming from his standing position, he must be carrying a candle or a flash light Elena came to the conclusion.
Alexander lowered the candle on the dresser, before picking-up a chair that had been previously pushed in anger on the floor, only to put it back near the wall. He walked toward Elena's lying position on the bed, taking the rope near her right wrist, before pulling on it with all his strength, tightening the loose end to its maximum, while making the young woman moan with pain.
"Oh…Sweetie, did it hurt?" Alexander inquired, perniciously; while bending his upper body to murmur these words in her right ear. "Go to hell!" She mumbled, angrily; between her teeth.
"I'm already in hell, sweetheart, and I want you to be there with me." He added as a low murmur, before softly kissing her earlobe, while making her push herself at the farthest she could, in a mix of repulsion and range of delightful shivers. In a twisted way she could feel what used to be Damon's lips on her skin.
He angrily took her chin in his left hand, forcefully turning her head to oblige her to stare into his eyes, while pushing his knees on her legs, forbidding her to raise them to hit him.
"Listen to me bitch, and listen carefully…I could make you suffer thousand times more than what you are suffering now. Therefore, if I was you, I would start to behave and obey me. Did I make myself clear?" Alexander mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"Crystal Clear." Elena replied, dryly; her sight drowned into his dark eyes, while being forced in a stare that she did not want to begin with, before whispering:
"Yes Alexander." He ordered her to repeat.
She raised her chin at him with her lips tightly closed.
"Say it!" He ordered her once more, before sliding his hand at the base of her neck, forcefully grabbing a hand full of her hair, before bringing her face at a near inch of his. "I said say my name, bitch!"
"Yes…Alexander…" She let the words escape her lips, against her will. "Please, let go of me, you are hurting me."
He released his grip on her hair, before approaching his face at a near inch of hers, while lowering his lips at a near proximity of hers, but without really touching them. He kept his eyes locked in her stare, in an intense moment of power and battle of power between the two. Elena could feel the beats of her heart increasing, she was breathing in a heavier and faster rhythm, and little drops of sweat were falling from her forehead. But the most unbearable was without a doubt her body reaction, and the wetness that she could feel emerging at her core, between her legs.
This was sick to her! She hated herself for feeling sexually arouse by this monster's proximity, this evil vampire man that was Alexander, who was taking a real sadistic pleasure at this moment, while playing with her like a puppet. Damon was gone and dead to Elena…but Damon's body was not! And it was unfortunately at a so near proximity of hers, and even after almost five years, her body was responding to his flesh.
Alexander caressed her left cheek, at the exact place his fist had hit her a few hours earlier, noticing the swelling and the beginning of black bruises that were starting to show around her eyes. He suddenly approached his lips in a nearer proximity of hers.
"You're so sexy." He mouthed the words on top of her trembling mouth. "I love everything about your body." He continued in a low whisper. "I love feeling your breath on my lips, I love breathing your breath…I love your smell...I love pretty much everything about you, Elena Gilbert."
"Stop it, please?" She begged, while gasping for air. Her lips were at a so near proximity of his, that she was even afraid to talk.
"Or what, Elena?" He responded, while playing with a strand of her hair. "You'll scream? Bring in on, babe; I love it even more when a woman fights me, and scream." He added, while sliding his left hand between her thighs, feeling her restless underneath his hands.
"Don't touch me this way!" She warned, dryly.
"Make me!" He murmured to her, with a sadistic smile rising on both sides of his lips. "I wonder what you taste like little girl, is it sweet, spicy, or a bit of both?" He questioned out loud, before crashing his mouth on Elena's, his right hand place at the base of her neck, to hold her still and to bring her in nearer contact with his mouth. She angrily moaned under his lips, while keeping them tightly closed, and trying to move herself away from his grip of steel, but with her tied and injured wrist, she was almost unable to budge from underneath him.
Forcefully sliding his tongue between her tight lips, he finally took possession of her mouth, tasting her with his tongue, acting like a thirsty man who, after so many hours in a desert, finally ended his crusade in front of an oasis. She resisted as long as she could, but her constant move to get away from Alexander was hitting her injured wrist, and at some point she stopped resisting him. He kissed her even deeper, while sliding his left hand, upper on the inside of her thighs, reaching her feminine center, while passing slowly his finger on her wet folds through the thin fabric of her panties, making him moan with contempt of finding her as sexually arouse as him. He was playing with her tongue, like a musician would play with his instrument, erotically, languorously, sensually, while sliding his hands on her waist, before raising it on her left breast, cupping it firmly, while playing with her nipple through the lace of her bra. She moaned under his lips, and started to move her body in a languorous none spoken demand to become his.
"Mm, you are so fucking delicious." He mouthed the words on her lips. "I need to be in you." He realized, before kissing her again.
His last sentence hit Elena like a ton of bricks on the head, and before he could predict her next reaction, she had bitten him on his bottom lip with all the anger that she could find in her, making him straightening his upper body away from her own. He raised on his feet, with his right hand on his mouth, blood flowing freely on his chin.
"Bitch!" He exclaimed, in pain; while passing his left hand on his lips, and raising his right hand on the air to hit her again. She closed her eyes, waiting for the tragic faith to hit her once more, but nothing came. "You know what, sweetheart; I realize that you wanted to taste and drink my blood, I can only oblige to your demand." He realized, perniciously; before tearing his wrist open with his teeth, and forcefully put his opened wound on Elena's mouth.
"No!" She managed to mumble before being forced to swallow the red elixir in her mouth, coughing in effort to not swallow it.
"Yah, like that, drink it…let it sink into your little pretty head that I could turn you in a snap if I wanted to do it." He angrily explained to her, before releasing the pressure and pulling his wrist off her mouth.
Elena coughed several times, tears running down on her cheeks, head turned on the left to help her breathe.
"Let this be the only warning…Am I clear?" He, angrily, warned her.
"Yes" She mumbled to him, while still catching her breathes.
"Now" He added, while pacing back and forth, in front of the bed, before nervously passing a hand through his long hair. "How come the electricity is gone in the house?"
Elena raised her head to take a stare at him.
"It's been empty for several years. There is an electrical generator that is why we had some electricity when we arrived in here, it must be broken or something." Elena gave a short explanation. She was too tired to fight him again.
"Where is it?" Alexander asked more.
"It is in the barn behind the house." She informed, before turning her head at her right, her stare back at the window.
Alexander approached Elena's lying position on the bed, once more, while looking at the ties on her wrists, noticing that her right wrist had doubled in volume. He lowered his upper body to loosen the ties, and set her free.
She turned to look at him in surprise, before lowering her arms near her body.
"Don't make me regret this, and don't you dare think of escaping either." He warned her, before turning on his heels to walk toward the bedroom door, opening it, and closing it behind his back.
Alexander directed rapidly his walking steps downstairs. He entered the kitchen, grabbed a beer in one of the boxes that Bill had put on the kitchen counter, snapped the cap, before drinking several gulps, while plunging his stare in the night through the kitchen window.
Bill was sitting on a kitchen chair and was observing Alexander's reactions, while drinking his own beer, and finishing a cigarette.
"She already has too much power over you." He noticed. "I can notice it, just at taking a glimpse at you."
Alexander kept staring into the night.
"When they will come back, tell them to find me a doctor, and human food for her." He ordered Bill; while discarding his friend's say.
"Ok" Bill shrugged, while raising one of his eyebrows, and nodding his head. "I gather that the babe won't be dying soon?" He questioned more. "I took care of the dead body; I've put it in the fields for the animals to finish it off."
Alexander nodded his head, while keeping his silence.
"You're ok Alexander?" Bill worried.
"There is an electrical generator in the barn, I will go look at it." Alexander took another gulp of his beer bottle, without answering Bill's question, before putting it on the kitchen counter and directing his walk toward the entrance door.
Bill rose on his legs, limping toward the kitchen window, while pushing the curtains on the side, to take a look at Alexander's departure.
"If you're falling for that girl Alex….You'll regret it…Love is the weakness of every vampire." Bill said out loud.
Couple of hours after the sunrise, two of the vampire men pushed a middle age man into the house.
"Ah, the doctor, I presume?" Bill supposed, while gesturing toward the vampires to step outside.
"What do you want with me?" The man asked Bill, while taking a few steps backward, before leaning his back on the wall.
"Now…Now…Doctor…No need to be so defensive." Bill tried to explain. "You see…We are in need of your services. It is as simple as that."
Alexander entered the kitchen, while wearing a jean, bare chest and feet. His sight narrowed on the human man who stood in front of Bill.
"We brought you a present; Alexander. The doctor is in the house!" Bill told, with laughter in his voice.
Alexander walked toward the man's standing position, before grabbing the poor soul by his right arm to force him to follow his steps upstairs.
"Let go of my arm, and where are you bringing me? Is it money that you want?" The man mumbled in his teeth to Alexander.
The man was not answered, but was brought upstairs in front of a bedroom door.
Elena was still lying on the bed when she heard the footsteps approaching the bedroom door. She raised herself and put the bedspread on her semi-naked body to cover herself. The door opened on Alexander and a stranger human man who was pushed inside.
"Take care of her; she's injured." Alexander ordered the man, before closing the door on both of them.
The man strengthened his body before turning his stare in direction of Elena.
"Who are you? Did they kidnap you as well?" He asked Elena.
Elena stepped away from her lying position on the bed, while wrapping herself in the bedspread.
"My name is Elena Gilbert, who are you?" She informed and asked at the same time.
"My name is Eric Thompson. I am an interim doctor at the village clinic." He informed Elena.
Elena froze on the spot. Alexander had brought a doctor to take care of her? For what reasons, he wanted to make her suffer? He wanted to kill her?
"What did they do to you?" The man asked, before approaching the young woman, only to touch her swollen cheek.
"He hit me." She replied, honestly.
He fingered her face and eye for a minute, before telling her:
"You don't seem to have any broken bones on your face, only bruises that will heal with time." The man informed.
Elena nodded her head, before showing him her right wrist.
"Oh God what did he do?" He exclaimed, horrified.
"It's more what I did, I tried to fight him." She replied, with a timid smile spreading on her face.
"Well, in that case… Good for you!" The replied, while taking a look at her wrist. "At this point, It's difficult to know without an X-ray if your bone is broken or not…but for what it seems at first sight, it is just a sprained wrist."
"That is what I thought, also." Elena agreed.
"Are you in the medical field?" The man inquired.
"I'm a nurse." Elena replied, while nodding her head.
"Listen, they've ordered me to take a couple of drugs and bandages. You're lucky; I took anti-inflammatory drugs with me." He explained, while burying his right hand in his doctor bag. "Take this drug two times a day, with plenty of water, while eating, for a period of ten days. For the time being I will put an elastic band bandage on it, to keep your wrist elevated."
Elena nodded her head in approval, before taking a sitting place on the bed, to let him do the bandage on her wrist.
"Who are they?" The man wondered.
What was she supposed to answer to that man? They are vampires, and the youngest one is a beast and the worst of them!? And maybe she should add: "Oh, and by the way, you won't probably be alive after the next hour."
"I don't know." She preferred to keep silent. "I've been kidnapped."
The man nodded his head to her, in a comforting gesture.
"For what I can judge, they are a bunch of thugs and bikers, probably scaring the population from town to town." He replied.
"I guess." She shrugged.
"Where did they kidnap you?" He asked.
"I had a flat tire, and their "commander", for lack of better word, stopped his car to help me." She lied through her teeth.
"Bastard" The man mumbled, angrily, between his teeth. "Tell me if I am hurting you?"
Elena nodded her head, before turning her sight toward the window. The first glimpse of the new day was spreading on the dark night sky, but she already knew that this day would be hell on earth for her.
An hour had passed already when the bedroom door reopened on Alexander. He was dressed this time with a black t-shirt, and was carrying a tray in his hands, with a plate full of food and fruits placed sporadically on it. A cup of what seemed to be coffee was delivering a warm aroma in the room.
"I brought you breakfast." Alex said, unceremoniously; without glimpsing in direction of the man, before putting the tray on the bed, and turning to talk to the doctor. "Did you take care of her?" He asked, before directing his walk toward him.
"Yes, I did." The man nodded.
Alexander grabbed the poor soul by his right arm, while pulling him on his trail only to pass the threshold, before holding his pace, stopping, and finally turning to take a glimpse at Elena.
"Where are you bringing me?" The doctor inquired.
"Well…" Alexander started, a sadistic smile spreading on his lips. "Let's say that you will watch me have my breakfast." He shrugged, perniciously; before winking to Elena, and closing the bedroom door on her.
Elena took a sitting position on the bed, her left hand raised over her mouth, tears running down on her cheeks, before hearing the man's cries of pain, the silence filling the house a minute later.
Thank you for reading this second chapter titled: "Breathing your breath".
The story is being rewritten (prove) once again since the first update of each chapter.