The Whore (part one)

The discovery

The rain smelled different in January. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, but it did. I stood in front of the dining hall and closed my eyes, listening to the constant stream of water eco off the open window pane. My senses were in over drive but yet I couldn't focus on anything but the rain.

I didn't understand it. I was told Elijah was gone but yet he was there in the bathroom with me. I believed Ophelia; she was my best friend so how could I not? But yet this sinking feeling of dread twirled in my stomach as my hand reached out for the door. I twisted and signed as music met my ears.

Dancing couples met my gaze first. Happy faces cluttered the over decorated space and I held my breath as I searched for the one man who haunted my nightmares for the past week. I saw blonde hair first- the queen sat with her legs spread across his last and her tongue down his throat. His hands followed the curve of her back and roughly cupped her ass. I didn't feel jealously shoot through me like I thought I would. Instead, I marched forward, a plan slowly forming in my mind.

I took the long way around the room. The shadows mocked me as I tried to keep my presence a secret from him. I couldn't look away. Elijah slid his hands under her dress and began to finger fuck her. I saw her bounce against his hand greedily. Still- no emotion broke through my concentration. He probably was at her clit by now, I thought , as she bucked against him like a wild beast. I had long ago learned that sex was idolized here and it didn't matter if tons of people saw their dirty deed.

I stopped at the side of Elijah's chair and watched them from only meters away. I knew I was being bold but I didn't care about repercussions at the moment. I just needed to accomplish this one thing.

Elijah's eyes flew open and locked on mind as he unbuckled his pants and started fucking the queen. I could hear his balls slam into her wetness and he grinned at me- looking for any reaction. I stood there with a blank stare. As if he senses my mood he abruptly flung the queen off of him.

"What the fuck!?" She hissed as she turned to face me. Her smeared lips raised back to snarl at me. I still stood motionless.

"Leave us", Elijah commanded as he analyzed every part of my face. I hoped he wouldn't see the thoughts lying underneath. Still in a rage, the queen took one last look at me and stormed out.

"Did you miss me my love"? He mocked. I held back my smart ass remark and took a step closer to him. He raised his eyebrow in question.

"I did, my king" I quietly said. Elijah's smirk wiped off and he stood from his chair.

"Cut the bullshit. You never call me king- what is your issue tonight my dear Ammie "?

I forced my mind to calm and spoke confidently.

"I am tired of staying here- I want you to release me", I commanded. A dark chuckle danced threw the air.

"Stupid bitch- what have I told you? You are mine. You are never leaving", he spat. Elijah took three giant steps forward and yanked me to him. His lips slammed into mine and I screamed into his mouth as I tried to pull away.

Finally he let me go and I slapped him- hard.

"This is it" i thought to myself. I only had this one chance. Just as I had suspected Elijah straightened his head before his arm slowly raised to my cheek. I closed my eyes.

I felt his fingers creep across my skin. I didn't get goose bumps like before, no, this was different. The hair on my arms stood up almost as if my body was confirming my thoughts.

I knew this man in-front of me. He was an evil man- one who's raped me, beaten me and hurt me. He's a killer. A monster. His touch, even when gentle, was hard.

This was not the man from the bathroom.

I felt myself tense from the realization before his hand withdrew from my cheek and he slapped me.