Beauty of Darkness (Elijah Mikaelson)

Chapter 13

"Wynter?"

The call rattled me awake. Before I could even process who had wanted my attention, the state of my body sent me into near-shock. Expecting to be greeted with the pain of my extensive injuries, I was shocked to see my body in near-perfect condition. No bruises from the homicidal priest. No hurt limbs. Even more shocking was where I was.

I looked up to see a meadow. Not just any meadow - Olivia and I's meadow. I couldn't mistake it. The tall oak tree that we carved our names in was right in front of me. Its dark, damaged bark was unmistakable. The dandelions that we spent hours picking and wishing on crumbled with movement of my body. 

Had Elijah brought me here to die? How would he even know about this place?

"Wynter." A kind voice called.

It was her. I rubbed my eyes so much that they almost disintegrated. My heart fluttered. Almost biblically, she stood in front of me with a flowing, white dress with sunlight pouring upon her. She was gorgeous. She was always the pretty sister, but her blonde hair was styled angelically.

"OLIVIA!" I screamed with an excitement I hadn't felt in what felt like years.

She extended her hand to me, inviting her into the light that illuminated her. Getting my bearings, I ran towards her. The darkness inside me would finally be gone. I would finally get to be with her.

The light vanished as I felt the hardness of a cold mattress and all of my pain once again.

I snapped awake, realizing that it had only been a dream. It was only a dream. She's still gone. I didn't get to be with her. I had to stay on this earth without her encouragement and warm smile for god-knows how long. The darkness consumed me once again.

Just as I sunk back into the mattress, I felt a hand touch me. A pain shot through my bruised bones, along with a full-body paralysis.

It was Elijah.

I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. His presence activated an instinct to flee to room as soon as possible. He hadn't killed me yet - he wouldn't kill me now.

As soon as I started running, I fixated my stare on the bedroom door. Before I could even move a millimeter, Elijah sprinted to the doorway. The move paralyzed me once again.

"Wynter, please, take a seat." He demanded in a calm yet stern voice.

"Go fu*k yourself" I snapped in a fit of rage. "What the hell do you want from me. You already kidnapped me, TWICE, and keep playing with me. Before you kill me, could you at least tell me what the hell kind of monster you are?"

The demand adorned his once stoic face with a smile. He chucked as he stared into my eyes.

"Wynter," He continued as he laughed. "I'm not going to kill you."

"Then why the hell am I here?"

"You fascinate me. I complled you and, yet, you still remembered."

Compelled? Fascinated by ME? None of this made sense.

Still grinning, he began to move toward me. Something about the way he moved seem so effortless - it made me even more entranced by him.

I stepped back, but he was soon within inches of me.

"Please, let me go." I whimpered, losing every ounce of strength I had. A tear trickled down my bruised cheek.

His cold hands wiped away my tear, and his touch made me heart skip three beats. I couldn't tell if it was from fear, or just an urge to be in his arms.

"Wynter, you have my word that you will stay in this compound unharmed until I have understood your....gifts" He reassured as he touched my cheek. "And my word is not something I give lightly."

Even though this man had kidnapped me and wants to CONTINUOUSLY hold my hostage as a lab-rat, I couldn't help but trust him. Something about his words seemed so genuine. So, reassuring.

"I've never been gifted in anything in my life." I mumbled in a low register. "I have never felt like I belonged until Ol..."

I realized what I had said. I couldn't tell him about Olivia. I couldn't. I couldn't allow myself to relive my time with her. Processing it would mean I might move on. That I might forget her. 

Elijah examined me. His dark eyes looked upon me with tireless questioning, like I was the one that needed explaining.

"I'll make you a deal." He said. "I'll tell you my secrets, if you tell me about yours."

I wanted to open my mouth and spill every secret. Everything I have ever been forced to bury inside. Everything that had led me to New Orleans. Everything that led me to that night.

I hesitated. Of course I wanted explanation for Elijah's superpowers (that's what I'm calling them now). Of course I wanted to know more. But something was pulling me towards silence. 

"I...."

Before I could even finish my sentence, Elijah's hand grabbed mine in a tight grip. Despite his forwardness, I was no longer afraid. His hand in mine eliminated every hesitation. I wanted him. In a way I had never wanted anyone in my life.

"Let me show why you can trust me.." He whispered in my ear as his other hand began to stroke my hair. I couldn't even feel my pain. All I could feel was his ice-cold skin against mine. And I welcomed it.

I leaned in, and he followed in a synchronous motion. His lips touched mine. The secrets that he hid, the mystery behind him: it didn't matter anymore. His beauty lured me in more. I felt like prey thoughtlessly being drawn into the slaughter. I didn't care. 

In one motion, his luxurious suit was ripped from his chiseled physique, revealing his chest. I quickly followed, jumping onto the bed. He followed in the blink of the eye.

What proceeded was the best night of my life.