Chapter 17 Hell Hath Fury #3
“You are disgusting, I fucking despise you, I never should have come here! You do not deserve even an inch of explanation. I should have let you rot! The mere sight of you makes me sick to my stomach!” I snap at him, his smell making me retch.
Elijah snatches my dress and starts ripping the fabric, laughing maniacally at my words while ignoring my cries.
Hearing the material break, fear almost cripples me.
My mind is a whirlwind of panic-stricken thoughts that spiral into despair.
I try to kick him in the face, and furiously, he takes hold of my ankle as he continues to tear my clothes off me.
I hoist myself up and start clawing at his face, my nails scraping into his skin, drawing blood. He snarls at me.
“You bitch, that fucking hurts. You like it when it hurts, huh?” he sneers and strikes me across the face, splitting my lip.
“EMRYS! HELP!” I cry as Elijah takes hold of my panties and tears them apart.
I try to close my legs, but he spreads me wide, my bareness on display for his wild eyes. I’ve never felt so violated. Blood trickles down my chin, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins prevents me from feeling the pain.
“Such a pretty pink pussy. Too bad it got ruined by that damn vile vampire, such an eager little whore you are. A filthy whore for bloodsuckers,” he barks.
Elijah punches me in the face, the hit almost making me lose consciousness.
This time, I feel warm blood dripping from my nose.
He takes out his erect dick and climbs on top of my shaking body.
I try to fight him off with all my might, but he’s larger and heavier than I am.
The blow to my head makes me dizzy and makes it difficult to keep my focus.
Feeling his skin atop mine causes bile to rise in my throat, and I throw up, spitting puke all over his chest. The chunks of green and yellow bile do not stop him as he forcefully pries open my legs once more.
The sour stench of my sickness surrounds us.
“Emrys…” I whimper, tears streaming as I feel Elijah's fingers between my legs, grabbing my skin painfully and leaving bruises. “I’m sorry…”
Suddenly, Elijah flies across the room, crashing into the wall, followed by a cracking sound.
The whole place is shrouded in darkness, in shadows; Emrys stands in front of me, and I scurry to the side.
His eyes are a coiling mass, and shadow pulses around him, the epitome of rage.
He turns to me, picks me off the ground, and holds me firmly against his chest as he caresses my hair.
Tempest, I am so sorry. I couldn't hear or feel you when I tried to reach you. I didn’t want to interfere, but then I faintly heard your cry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier; I never should have left your side. Please forgive me, my love.
I cling to him desperately, my hands grasping his blouse, tears falling from my eyes, my sobs filling the room.
My monster is here; I’m safe. A wave of warmth envelops me as I breathe in Emrys's familiar scent.
He is here, holding me, his arms a sanctuary, a place where fear cannot enter, where I cannot be hurt.
This is not your fault, my love; it’s the damn curse. I should never have been this foolish; it should be me asking you for your forgiveness.
Snarling, Emrys turns around, with me in his arms, as Elijah charges at him, reaching for me. The curse blinds him and his rational thinking as he charges us in an attempt to pull me away from Emrys. But he doesn’t stand a chance. He never comes near me.
Without Emrys having to move, shadows emerge from his body; smoky black tendrils shoot forward and curl around Elijah’s limbs, stopping him before he even reaches us.
The darkness tightens and tightens into Elijah’s flesh until I hear the first nauseating sound of breaking bone.
The slowness with which Emrys is steering his shadows is intentional, prolonging Elijah’s suffering and agony.
Retaliation for hurting me, his soul-bonded partner.
“I warned you, human; I made it very clear the first time I wasted my breath on you. I cautioned you that if you were to EVER touch her against her will, you would die by MY hands!” Emrys growls aggressively; his eyes are pitch black from wrath.
There’s not just a storm brewing; there’s a violent thunderstorm ready to erupt.
Emrys doesn’t give Elijah time to respond and is not interested in any of the words coming from Elijah’s mouth.
“Emrys, please, don’t; it’s not his fault,” I plead to the stone wall that is my protector.
The curse still tries to make me save Elijah despite his attempt at raping me, willingly hurting me. It still demands that we be together, regardless of his deplorable behavior.
The shadows continue to constrict Elijah further, deliberately breaking each and every bone in his body one by one.
Elijah’s roaring cries rip through my soul, tearing it apart as his pain becomes mine.
Each moment that brings us closer to the end of Elijah’s short time on this earth fractures the bond beyond repair.
The pain that comes with it is excruciating, as if my bones are breaking alongside his.
“Emrys! Stop! You’re killing him,” I cry. “You’re killing ME! EMRYS!” I howl.
Emrys’s outrage knows no bounds; his focus is on the unconscious human that lies on the floor, unable to move, his bones crushed to a pulp.
The shadow slithers around his neck, slowly choking him to death.
A final crack confirms his death as his neck snaps in two.
The shadow rips Elijah’s head from his body, blood spurting everywhere, and it lolls to the side when the shadows drop it with a deafening thud.
I start to retch; the pain that consumes my body is suffocating me.
I scream at the sight of the lifeless body of Elijah.
I cry at the terror and pain that courses through me.
I wail as a part of me is ripped away, leaving a gaping hole.
It feels like a part of my heart has died, and there’s no possibility for the flesh to mend itself.
A cavernous wound that immediately starts to infect, never able to heal.
Emrys steps into the shadows as I hysterically weep and howl.
At the same time, his darkness rips through Elijah’s lifeless body, plastering his organs all over the walls and floor, smashing them to nothing, ensuring not even an ounce of magic can bring him back to life.
Not even dark magic, death magic. The small living space is now painted in the darkest shade of red.
A haunting canvas, an elegy that speaks of leaving, echoing with laughter and dreams now silenced by the brutality of fate, shadows of violence that stole away the Light.
The sight of it makes me lose consciousness, as if my soul is being ripped from my body as Elijah’s body is destroyed.
As darkness starts to surround me, the void beckons me to give up my life and reunite our souls, relieving me of the excruciating pain.
All I need to do is give in, and it will all disappear.
I vaguely hear Emrys’s pleading voice and Faas’s, too, but they’re too far away.
I don’t have the energy to find my way back to him, the pain absorbing everything.
A different pain interweaves itself, the ache from my heart.
My heart needs me to find my way back to Emrys, my monster; he will wreak havoc on the world if I do not return to his side.
I feel like I am balancing on a thread between life and death.
A heavy choice to be made. Infinite pain, or give in and find peace, no more hurt.
As I drift away, Emrys takes me out of the visceral painting, leaving Elijah’s flesh and blood for nature to reclaim, but a nagging, lingering feeling itches at me.
How can I find peace if my soul has been torn apart?
End of Book 1
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