Witchling

Chapter Six ୨♰୧

Trigger Warning ⚠️ abuse

"I…I went to a party with Rebekah and Kol."

"And?"

"Umm… I"

Elijah gripped her waist, and pulled her closer. "Don't stutter now witchling. My patience is running very thin."

Bonnie gulped, dropped her gaze from his icy stare to her feet. He jutted her chin up while inwardly growling. Bonnie took notice of his wavering control, and began trembling.

"Elijah… please. I… I just-"

"You just what?" His tone chilled her to her core. She had never seen him this pissed, and it made her extremely nervous. He gripped her waist pulling her closer to him. Bonnie tried to wiggle free, wrong move. He growled then brutally sank his fangs into her neck causing Bonnie to scream out in pain.

Elijah was pissed. How dare she leave home without permission dressed in clothes only suitable for women of the night, come home with the stench of wolf all over her, and then deny him by trying to squirm free from his embrace? His little witch needed to be reminded of her place. Elijah was an ancient vampire and he had learned to control his monster within a long time ago, but young Bonnie Bennett managed to bring that out in him.

After drinking his fill, Elijah picked Bonnie up by her throat and tossed her into the shower. He turned the water on, not giving a damn about the temperature. Bonnie squealed when the cold water hit her shivering body. As the water heated, the sting from Elijah's fang marks became more unpleasant.

"We'll continue this conversation once you wash that dog's stink off of you."

He walked out slamming the door behind him causing Bonnie to flinch. She stepped out of her panties, washed her body thoroughly, and stood under the spray until it ran cold. She was still shaken up by Elijah monstrous demeanor. She got out of the shower, dried off, wrapped the towel around her small frame, and exited the bathroom to face Elijah's wrath.

He was standing in front of the large window wearing nothing but his silk boxer. Bonnie was un-fooled by is angelic appearance. His monster was simmering just beneath the surface of his alabaster skin. This was unlike any of their other quarrels, Bonnie knew this. She would tread lightly. With a tilt of his head, Elijah effectively summoned her to him.

Bonnie nervously stood before him, and he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Confused by his gentleness, Bonnie looked into his eyes searching for answers. She found none. She found nothing, no feeling, no emotion, no soul. She was scared shitless. Bonnie prepared to take a step back as Elijah gently un-wrapped the towel from her body. Each of her timid steps back was met with one of his predatory steps forward. He stopped her movements by wrapping his arm around her waist. Her back was hitting the mattress in seconds. He hooked his hands around the back of her knees, and spread her open wide. The sight of her withering beneath him did nothing to sooth his inner beast.

He entered her slow and passionately never taken his eyes off hers. It was nothing like any of their other encounters. It was the closest thing to love making either had experienced, but just when Bonnie was about to hit her peak Elijah pulled out of her to flip her on her tummy.

"Have I not been good to you little one?" He says while trapping both of her legs between his.

Her whole body stiffened as she heard him growl in anger.