Love Me Apocalyptic (COMPLETE)

Part 4: The Work Out +18

By: eternityunicorn

When Elijah awoke the next day, he found himself alone.

Eternity had gone.

It was for the best, he told himself, ignoring the nagging sense of disappointment and sadness that tried to well up inside him at her absence from his bed. He snorted at his pathetic and rather frustrating behavior. In fact, he was completely repulsed by his weak will. That he would give into his desire so easily, especially considering he despised Eternity for what she did, was abhorrent, to say the least.

Or...so he tried to convince himself.

Irked, Elijah quickly removed himself from the bed and went for the shower. He needed to rid himself of her sweet scent that coated his skin. He didn't want the reminder of what had transpired the night before.

Yet, as he scrubbed his body clean, the memories came flooding back, swirling though his head, making him vividly remember it all. He could feel her lips on his skin, her hands as they trailed over him, the sting of her nails as she violently clawed his back, the wonderful sensation of her wet warmth wrapped around his cock. Her moans, her screams, her chants of his name all echoed in his ears. It was all there, haunting him.

He didn't want it! He didn't want her! Yet....

In an act of frustration, Elijah reached impulsively and punched the ceramic tiled wall of the shower stall, cracking it under the force he used. Realizing he had lost control, he reigned himself in quickly, appalled by how easily he had slipped up, acted so much like...Niklaus.

Having decided that he needed something to clear his head, to distract him, he made the choice to go to Marcel's gym to work his frustrations out of his system with a little...exercise. Getting out of the shower and drying off quickly, he dressed in a pair of sweatpants and tank top with a pair of fingerless gloves. Then he head out at vampire speed.

Arriving at the gym Marcel had set up, he found the younger vampire himself there doing some training with a few of his followers. He was already in the ring, sparring with one of them, when Elijah came strolling in. Upon seeing him enter ready to spar, the former King of New Orleans smiled curiously at him through the wire fence.

"Well, well, look who it is?" Marcel greeted him, as Elijah opened the door to the ring and entered. "Come to show these newbies what's up, Elijah?"

"Something like that," he replied with a slight grin as he stood right inside as the door shut behind him. "Care to dance, Marcellus?"

The other man chuckled, "Sure."

Then the underling was dismissed from the ring. The new vampire looked ready to bolt at the sight of an Original and had no qualms in vacating the arena. In fact, he didn't even bother looking at Elijah as he moved past him and exited.

Elijah gazed at the young man with smug amusement, before turning back to Marcel. "Whenever you're ready," he nodded curtly.

Immediately, the two engaged each other. Marcel lunged at him, executing a series of punches that were tight and quick, but not enough to hit him with. He managed to block all of his strikes and returned with a series of his own. To his mild surprise, the younger man managed to block his as well, except for the last one that landed across his jaw and knocked him back into the fence.

"Damn, Elijah," Marcel quipped, holding his jaw. "That was harsh! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Perhaps," shrugged Elijah, gesturing for the other man engage him. "Come."

For a good hour, they sparred, exchanging blows on nearly equal footing; though that might have been because the Original was holding back. Regardless, this exercise had been exactly what he needed. He felt more relaxed, more himself again. For the moment, he didn't see her face, didn't feel the ghost of her touch - didn't feel anything, other than the exchange of punches with Marcel.