When Secrets Run Out

Stories and Orgins

Oliver's POV

     The question hangs in the air, and I allow it to remain unanswered as I ponder the best way to explain the complex story to Elijah. Sweet Elijah.

    A pang of sorrow hurries deep into my soul as I try my hardest to disregard the thoughts of him racing away as soon as he knows exactly who I am. I shake the dreadful thoughts from my kind before turning away from the face that I can see with my eyes closed.

     I take a breath.

    And I begin.

     "Long long ago men had fear of monster. They heard the rumors and there were a few in counters, but over the years, beast and monsters began to be seen as myth and lie. The monsters banded together and helped keep the humans and monsters separated so that each could live a happy life. Until the monsters wanted to stop hiding who they were and integrated into society. There were details but they're unimportant."

     Though it is indeed truth, there's a small chuckle in answer that makes my lips twitch in a vain expresión of hope.

     "There is a specific type of monster that humans fear most. Vampires." The word sits in the room and I can feel the answer making the questions multiply, but I continue. "Humans feared the Vampires because even though their prey never died, they had access to legal blood, and couldn't turn humans. Their fear lead a small group of vampires who were tired of the fear, the hiding, the judgement. The group found a Hybrid. Half Warlock, half Daemon. And once they sold a few secrets, they got their DNA changed. And with their beautiful skin, and pale eyes and white hair, they were excepted. Without their need for blood, they were accepted. And the rest of us vampires were the only ones forced to remain in the shadows. The Originals, the Cursed were left to rot while the Chosen, The Blessed. The Abominations got to live a life. Find their Bond. Create a family."

     The world fall flat against the air as if it should end on a more positive note. I shake my head in distress as I turn my head back to gaze silently at Elijah whose nose is scrunched up as he worked through all that I have given him.

      He peers up at him, a red tint dusting along his ears making my mouth water, and not because of what I am.

     "So youre a real Vampire?" He asks me, his voice low, but more than loud enough for my ears to pick up.

     I chuckle, shaking my head in both amusement adoration and catastrophic relief that this beautiful man still has words and smiles to share with a damned soul like mine. "In truth, we are all real Vampires, though definition has certainly shifted through time. My kind are simply the Originals, as our name suggests. The first and only of our kind."

     "And there's a lot of you out there? Hiding from the world?" He asks and I snort.

     "Hiding? We wouldn't dare hide from such dim witted creatures. We merely keep ourselves separate so we don't have the beginnings of war." I assure him, however I strangely find him unconvinced, though it doesn't take me but a moment to know why.

      "Sounds lonely." I smile with sorrow, knowing, but also hating the accuracy he always seems to have.

     "Well, as many of us have found, it's a bit taxing and a lot more tedious to find your Soulmate when you're confines of your home." I admit, and the daunting look in his face grows causing my brows to lower before I sigh, however before I could continue, Elijah's voice reached out and touched my ears so softly I almost think I imagined it

     "Have you found your Soulmate?"

     And though the words were so quiet that I barely heard them pass my ears, the question seems to echo and yell, bouncing along the walls and demanding an answer. Which answer, however is the question that I find myself having trouble being able to answer.

     "Yes."

     That one simplistic word immediately taunts me, warning me to withdraw it from the world s stuff back into my mouth, but the damage has begun. I watch in distress as Elijah deflates, my
heart breaking at the clear disgust in his body, upset by the news. The blow to my pride does deep but I know I will be able to bypass it in a while. But the blow to my heart sinks and festers, growing thorns that seem so trap my heart, scraping it against the painful traps as it beats.

     "Is it a woman?" He asks me, dewey eyes looking up at me, and it take me a moment to realize what he's asking, and though I try my hardest to ignore the sweet warm feeling, I find myself hoping, praying that I was wrong.

      "That would be quiet disgusting if they were. I don't fancy women parts. My Bond isn't a woman, my dear Elijah. My Bond is you." I whisper, and I hold my breath as I wait, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

      Praying that he doesn't walk away.

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