My Beautiful Rose

Chapter 12: Understanding Part 2.

A/N
Trigger warning: blood, gore, torture, child abuse. ‼️⚠️

I wanted to show what Elijah was afraid of Renessa seeing. Why he is the way he is will be explained in this chapter, and certain flashbacks can be very triggering.

I really hope you enjoy!!

~Elijah~

We as humans are so...cruel, imperfect creatures.
The things we find pleasure in are demonized, like causing harm to one another. And I understand why, it does something to you, changes you in a certain way.
And you think you have control over it, but that's all an illusion. One you made up in your mind to justify doing the terrible things you do.

But right now I've not been able to say I care. It may be the cause of my upbringing, or my line of work
or the fact that the woman I have been in love with sinds I was 17 life had been put in danger.

And I was going to eliminate the people who thought they could do that. One bye one, if I have to kill my way through a billion people to make this place safe for her. Then that's exactly what I will do.

I watched as Miguel dragged the man through the door.

I looked around once more. That say the best way to die is at home. The house I am in belonged to none other then Boris Sokolov. Nobody knew he had this, and he barely used or stayed in it. And sinds he died the house shouldn't have been anything covered in dust. But imagine my surprise when I found out that someone was living in it. Used pans in the dishwasher, trash in the bins. And clothes in the closets. If I didn't know better I would brush it off and say some stranger was staying here.

But it was just out of the city, a house that doesn't really stand out, it was the perfect hideout for someone who was either on the run or trying to not be found, yet still know what is happening in the city.
It was smart I'll give them that, just not smart enough.

Miguel dropped him at me feet all bruised. He was panting hard like he couldn't breath you would think he was punched repeatedly in his lungs. Who knows, Miguel definitely wouldn't do that.

He finally looked up at me. So much bloody hatred. I know it's misplaced, I had nothing to do with what my father's business. But this kind hatred only mankind is capable. It's been forming and evolving sinds the first day that the war began, and there was no one left but me to blame.

"Elijah-
I have no idea what he was going say as the air was punched out of him at the first word. He groaned out of pain. And coughed up some blood.
I wish I could care. Or feel a little remorse. But I don't.

"Try again" Miguel grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back roughly.

"D-don Levine, my sister will take everything from you!"  He could barely get a word out without coughing his lungs inside out. Considering how effortless it was getting him here I highly doubt that. Lessons need to be learned. Heads need to be collected.

I signed for one of my men to start the camera.
"Megan, Sofiya whatever name you choose to go by. Do you know there are consequences for every action we make? I even believe there are going to be consequences for what I'm about to do now."
Which one was it? Chris? Luca? Lucas? It doesn't matter anyways. He started looking frantically when he heard the knife being picked up from the small table next to me. Seeing the camera, the knife and hearing me talk he must know what's next. The eyes widened and he tried to get up. But he definitely wouldn't get far. Miguel turned him around fully so he was facing the camera. He shook his head still trying to escape