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Chapter Six
Forgive me, I say,
Mutter the words and pray,
For all the sins I have done,
For stealing your hope,
For killing your sun.
Won't you even look this way once?
My eyes bleed from all the repentance,
Say you forgive me,
Even when my transgressions are grave,
This guilt is sweet cloying honey,
That slowly chokes me to death…
-Dimitte by Lucifera Santez
Pregnant. The word resonated in his head again and again and the shock robbed him of his voice for few moments as he walked towards his room. But he was Elijah Mikaelson and nothing fazed him for long, be it crashing profits of his company or the news that his brother's wife was pregnant with his child.
There wasn't a problem in this world that couldn't be solved by money, there wasn't a thing that couldn't be bought with money and there wasn't a person who didn't have a price.
"Take care of it Bonnie. You and I, we both know the fetus in your womb wasn't part of our deal." He drawled.
He could hear the sobs on the other end, as if the crocodile tears were going to move him. Women could produce those tears on demand if he paid them enough.
"Will you stop it? You might fool Kol but you don't fool me with those sobs."
"But Elijah-" she started but he cut her in between.
"Frankly, you are imposing on my time Bonnie. Go to Switzerland and let the good doctors take care of the problem. You aren't fostering the ideas of bringing that thing in this world are you?" he asked.
She was silent; apparently the sobs had dried down.
"You never cared, did you?" the question was expected.
What the hell did she think? That he had loved her, cared for her?
"You still have a doubt? If I had cared, I would have snatched you right beneath from Kol's nose. Do you think you were something special? That you were someone I was ready to change for?" he laughed, "You were just a body Bonnie. I fucked you, you thought we were making love, whatever term you use, the basics remain the same, we had sex, we were consenting adults who had sex. I don't think I need to explain more than that."
"Please don't do this Elijah. Please don't tell me to have abortion." Her voice was as broken as she felt in that moment.
"Is Bonnie Bennett begging? I never thought you would go down that path sweetheart. Is calculating Miss Bennett giving evidence that she has a heart? The woman who whored herself to her husband's brother?" he mocked.
"It's your child too, Elijah." She reasoned again.
"I will have nothing to do with that thing. Rip it away, keep it, give it up for adoption, I don't care. Don't expect anything from me other than the million that I will transfer to your account." He spat.
"Elijah, please don't do this to me." Maybe tears were streaming down her expressive eyes and maybe she was gripping the phone too tight but he didn't care.
"You want to bring that thing in this world? Fine, but don't even dare to put my name on your bastard's birth certificate. Pass it off as your husband's for all I care."
Silence reigned for few moments but then her voice softly reached him, a plea for understanding, for compassion.
"You would do that to your own brother Elijah? Please don't make me do it. I can't let Kol think it's his child. I won't be able to Elijah. Please."
Sometimes he wondered if the word please was concocted by some damsel in distress or some female in equally dire condition because every time a woman wanted to fool you, to play you, she shed some tears and said please.
Did Bonnie think, he was a fool? Did she really think he cared whether or not she cuckolded his brother? Elijah Mikaelson was way past in his life to care, way deep in mistakes of his doing to ask for repentance.
In simple English words, he didn't care.
"Then tell him who fathered the bastard in your womb, Bonnie. Tell him how you prostituted yourself to his elder brother. Tell him how you left his bed, only to slip in mine. Can you tell him all that Bonnie? Can you tell Kol that the wife he so dearly loves is nothing but a whore? Can you tell him that?" he hissed, "or do you want me to tell him? It would sure be a very interesting conversation. We could compare notes on your performance in our beds."
"Elijah, please, please I beg you, Kol must never know about this." She pleaded.
"Then don't be pathetic and don't call me ever again to deliver the news of my impending fatherhood." He snarled and threw his phone against the wall.
As Damon walked towards Elena, she walked back. Like a terrified animal she cowered in the fear of what would happen when he touched her. She had thought that she was over the monster that bore the name, Damon Salvatore, but as her breath hitched in her throat, she knew that she was far from being all right, far from being over the heartbreak this man had awarded her.
"What do you want?" she gasped, her voice breaking and her eyes shedding those precious tears that he didn't deserve.
What could he answer her? What could he say? That he was sorry? That he regretted every moment that had created this chasm between them? How could he make her understand that he had known too late what it meant to squander your most precious belonging? He had no right, no right at all.
Why was he still standing here? Had he not done enough? Had he not injured her enough?
Couldn't he be selfless for once?
Even if he didn't want, his feet carried him close to her on their own violation. For him, she was his absolution, his redemption. He wanted to touch her once, to see if destiny hadn't decided to play even crueler joke on him. She was backed against the wall, her eyes wild.
His fingers trembled as he reached out to touch her cheek, she flinched.
When tears escaped the prison of his eyes, they were not for him, they were for her. What had he made Elena Gilbert?
He had murdered her innocence and hadn't even paused to mourn the passing.
The regret was sharp, pain blinding in its intensity but still he wanted to feel. It had been so long since he had felt, so long.
He gently pulled her in his arms. She was stone, cold and unresponsive. He clutched her tight just to be assured that this was not some macabre dream of his. He had wronged this woman far gravely than any other. She was his one regret, one torment that was far different than countless else.
She still smelt as she used to. A smell that was distinctively Elena.
His lips sought her skin. She was the drug he was forever addicted to. He kissed her forehead, kissed those wet lashes and his lips were about to touch hers when she turned her head.
"No. You broke me once, you won't break me twice." Her voice was a murmur, as she pushed him away and ran, with tears in her eyes and lead in her heart.
He watched her until she made a turn and disappeared.
His knees gave away and he sank on the floor, a man hounded by his mistakes and nightmares…..
She didn't remember how many shots of tequila and glasses of whiskey had raced down in a blazing trail of fire down her throat. Even after this much alcohol, she couldn't forget that the ghost of her past had returned to haunt her with vengeance.
Someone slid in the chair next to her.
"Drowning your sorrows, Elena?" the voice was oddly familiar. She turned to see Elijah Mikaelson looking at her with barely suppressed storm of rage in his eyes.
"Something like that." She muttered.
"Now I wonder what a woman like you would be regretting. Maybe an ex-lover?"
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