The Whore (part one)

The Meeting

The wind was cold that night, colder than it had been in days. The curls in my hair tossed around my hips as the gate came into view. We were standing in a line,  myself right in the middle. I did not have a heart that beats, but if I did, it would have jumped right out of my chest. I was going to face my lover. My murderer. All in the hopes that he will not kill me, and give me answers to these cruel questions swimming around in my brain.

We came to a stop infront of the gates and waited. Silence filled the world at that moment. For once, my body and mind were not on fire. I was cold as stone.
After what felt like forever, the gates opened. No one moved or said a word as dozens of beautiful men dressed in black attire surrounded us. One of the men, who had eyes as dark as the night, approached me. His hand shot to my neck, and i felt his fingertips ripping my skin. I fought to stop him for minutes, but nevertheless failed in my attempt. When I stopped struggling, he spoke.

"King Elijah wishes to meet with you", he hissed as he handed me off to more soldiers.

I did not look behind me as I heard the body parts of my captors being torn to pieces. My cold, dead heart was stuck in my throat. I was scared. The city was dark and the people hid as we made our way through the streets.

We approached a castle that was too large to be anyone else's but the Kings. I made a mental note of the images of death that surrounded the grounds as I was taken inside. There must have been a mistake, Elijah would never live here. He was a strong, cold man at times but he was a good person. A person of passion; or so I kept telling myself.

I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by the man whom I loved oh so dearly.

Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He wore a black button down, silky shirt with pants just as dark. His hair had gotten longer,  his lips fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign.  I had looked into those eyes so many times I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man infront of me; I wanted to love him. But I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger. Colder.

Elijah stood up and made his way towards me. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have held my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back up to my eyes did he speak.

"Undress yourself", he demanded.