When Secrets Run Out

Shock and Confusion

Elijah's POV

I try to focus on my food as Oliver comes to sit down in front of me, but all I can think about is the stupid clues that I've been missing.

Two sides of my brain are fighting each other as I try to decide if I'm over reacting and there's a reasonable explanation or if what I'm thinking in my head is true. But it can't be, I've just been reading way too many books and this is not the exception.

I focus on my food below me and I can almost feel the touch of Oliver's eyes on me.

There's only two options.

Either Oliver inherited this castle from his great great great great great grandfather after he came home from Europe himself and he happens to look a lot like him.

Or.

Or Oliver is secretly a Supernatural.

But the second option has so many flaws in it that it doesn't make sense. I don't know any Supernatural creature that looks like he died. He has dark hair and mysterious golden eyes that make me want to melt like honey. None of it adds up but it all makes perfect sense.

I find myself getting a headache form all of my thinking, but I can't stop.

"Do refrain form thinking so hard. I would hate for you to have an aneurysm." Oliver says making me jump. I look up at the man suspiciously who sighs before pushing aside his plate and motioning for me to have the floor. "Speak in whatever is maintaining your attention. It must be important for you not to be able to focus on the food in front of you."

I bite my lip at the offer, not really sure what to do.

On one hand he's giving me the chance to be able to ask him about the things in my mind, but what if Imm wring and he just laughs at me for thinking about this stuff anyway.

I don't even know what I want the answer to be.

Why do I do if the man who saved me form the snow storm happened to be a Vampire?

Would it matter?

Would I care?

Would it change the weird feelings that I have about him that seem to get stronger as the day goes on?

Would it explain them?

"It sounds so stupid." I say out loud shaking my head and I find myself unable to ask the question in my tongue, not wanting the answer because of all it could possibly change. And so Instead, I ask the questions I can. "What's your name?"

Oliver doesn't hesitate to answer, but there's a hesitance in him that wasn't there before. In both of us. I bite my lip as he goes to answer. "Oliver Benjamin Canon." He says easily.

"Are you named after someone?" I ask, and there's a pause in the air that makes me shift, but it doesn't late for long.

"No."

I gulp at the answer, remembering the name clear as day in my head form the journal, matching up with the name he just gave me.

"Are you human?" I ask next, and the pause is longer, and just when I think he isn't going to answer, he does, though not how I think he is.

"Do you desire me to be so?" It catches me off guard and I frown. Even though I didn't expect for the tables to be turned, I find myself thinking about it. I think about how the two of us have felt so connected. About all the books I've read, how things about him don't add up. And I know, secretly, I need to know what he is or it will drive me crazy until I know.

"I want the truth. Are you human?" I ask again, and the pause is shorter this time.

"No."

My breath catches in my throat at the admission, even though I already knew that that was going to be the answer, it still shocks me to hear it actually be said out loud, and I'm not sure how to react other than to acknowledge the trusts. "Okay." I whisper and it's his turn to ask a question.

"Did it matter?" He asks, his voice sounding more and more... almost defeated as the seconds tick down and we get closer and closer to the truth.

"Yes." I admit and even I don't know how much. "How old are you?"

"I'm unsure of that answer. Old." He says and I nod, not knowing what else to ask but the question that weighing heavy in the air, but before I can ask it, Oliver opens his mouth to once more ask a question, as if he needs this even more than I do. "Will you heed the answer I give you and take in mind the story that follows, before you chose whether you want any part in the life that I have built here?"

"Will I be scared?" I ask a question with a question of my own.

"Perhaps. I don't know." He says honestly and I nod.

"I'll try." I whisper and all thats left is to ask. The two of us sit there, facing each other, his golden eyes no where near as bright as they usually are.

Neither of us say anything either for a few seconds or half an hour as we sit there and look at each other, me at his handsome features and the open smile that is now closed off, and him.... I'm not sure what he's looking at.

I finally gather up the little scrapes of courage I have left before I finally ask the question thats been weighing down on my soul.

"What are you?"

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Bahahaha I'm sorry guys cliff hangers are just so much fun I can't help it! Everything is finally coming together after working in this book for like three to four months now.

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