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This should not have happened. Elijah now thought. He had lost the control. His heart shot through, and he seeing her so vulnerable and yet so very feisty at that moment when she blasted at him, calling his reckless and indifferent behaviour, he just went with that feeling that seemed to have come out of nowhere. No, Elijah, it didn't come out of nowhere. It was brewing from the moment she stepped in your study couple of weeks ago. She was beautiful in a classical way. But it was not her looks that captivate his mind. Something radiated from within her. A sheer unspoilrd goodness. Her chesnut eyes, warm and honest, showed her soul. Sweet, compassionate, gleaming kidness. Everything about her was sun dancing bringing light through on the darkest of nights. And you tried so hard to keep the distance. Not cross the boundary. And you succumbed to your lowest. What have you done, Elijah? She was not to be drawn into your dark world of vampiric debauchery. No. She cannot fall victim of you and your darkness you drown in. You are not pulling her into it.
With those thoughts swarming in, he now moved, getting up.
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Elena moved, too, sitting up, now looking at him as he put his trousers on, turning to face her. He looked at her silent. His eyes were telling enough.
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As he was about say something, Elena shot out to stop them both go through further awkward embarrasment.
"We were both quite emotional, with the funeral and - ahm- it's- this happens- " the brunette gulped getting up herself, collecting her clothes, putting her jeans on.
