The Essence of Eternity - II - The QuestA Chapter by F.P. ChatThe second part...Tita needs to find a way to bring Dubhghall back, but in the meantime she falls in love with ELijah; she doesn't like it! She has a boyfriend, a dead boyfriend! What a mess...Chapter
IV - Elijah The moment Elijah dematerialized
in front of Tita; he had not decided where he needed to go. He just wanted to
get the hell out of there. His feelings were like a storm inside. He was
furious with her and annoyed and mad and yet very much in love. He couldn't
believe that after all these females, and occasionally males, he had in his
previous life he would ever fall so hard for someone. And man, it was hard. He had spent a week already
sitting in the dark, at the corner of her room watching her suffer. She never
once slept without having the same nightmare. Dubhghall dying again and again
and every time she woke up screaming and crying. At the beginning her parents
were there every time but she drove them away and then the vamp guy used to
visit a lot but always left the room pretty annoyed and angry. He just stayed
there, never let anyone see him. There wasn't much he could do anyway; she had
to get over this alone. At least that was what he thought at the beginning.
Days were passing and she did not get any better though. The parents started to
stay away even when she screamed and the bloodsucker missed a couple of visits.
It was only then that Elijah realized he had to do something for this situation
to change. This was not a fair fight. She was getting deeper and deeper in the
nightmare and she lived only on her happy memories. In her mind and in her heart
Dubhghall was the love of her life; the one and only. He was losing the game,
without even competing. That was enough. For him, for her, for everybody...he
needed to help her get over it. Dubhghall had to come back. This was the only
way he could win her over him. And he was going to win her; he was going to
make her love him, more than she ever loved Dubhghall, more than her life even.
She was his. The next morning he prepared
everything for her and dragged her out of bed. She had to understand there are
things worth living for. It was so difficult for him to carry her and undress
her and bathe her without looking, without touching her as he craved for. He
managed it though. He would never make her feel bad or ashamed. He wanted her
to feel good, calm and safe. In the end he is her protector on top of
everything else he desires. It was going really well; he helped her get dressed
and only after she was decent he let his eyes travel her body; she did not seem
to bother. And then, just before he achieved his goal to bring her back, she
run to the room next door but did not find Dubhghall in there. She got furious.
During this week, he had visited
the house twice officially. Both times to see Breandan and discuss with him
about the body. Tita had requested that no one moves him out of the house, but
neither Breandan nor Em were feeling comfortable having a corpse in their
house, lying on the bed. Elijah was willing to handle it. Not for Breandan or
Em but for Tita. He strongly believed that the dead body should not be in
there. It was just an empty carcass anyway. Dubhghall was not in there, neither
would he ever be again, as even if they could bring him back it was highly
unlikely that this would continue being his body. So he took it out of the
house and wrapped it in leaves and a cloth and placed it in a wooden box in the
woods. He did not bury it though. They never bury the bodies but he couldn't
burn him either. He was afraid that Tita would never forgive him if he had
turned it to ashes without her knowing. Guess what! He was damn right. Seeing her getting so angry, he
snapped. He couldn't believe that she did not appreciate anything he did and
all she cared about was the corpse. He had to remind to himself a couple of
times that what is self-evident to him, who has lived many centuries, may not
be the same for Tita, who has entered this new life just a month ago. That
empty body seemed to mean more to her than anything else. He was getting really
mad with all her stupid devotion and obligation to Dubhghall and just like that
he exploded. He told her so many awful things; more than he should ever have told
her and she was left speechless. She looked socked, as she had just realized
that he is also a male. He has strength and passion inside and he is arrogant
indeed. Oh man, what did she expect, that he would continue being nice and
kind, watching her reject him like that; for what? No, he couldn't stand it. He
was getting ready to tell her more but she did not reply anything; so he did
not continue. She could not manage to get a word out. He realized then that
most probably he had just spoiled any chance he may ever had with her. She
would not forgive him ever for being so cruel and awful. He was afraid that
this was the last time he would ever see her; there was not much to lose. He
kissed her with all his anger and passion and although she tried to push him
away, she ended up holding him stronger. She entered his arms and his tongue
got deeper in her mouth, savoring her lovely taste and scent. He couldn't stop
the kiss; it was maybe the best kiss he ever had. Everything was easy for him
before meeting her; she was the challenge of his life. He knew he had to get
out of there before he ended up trying to undress her on the spot and make love
to her. That would be too much for the day. He did not want her to say
anything, or try to rationalize what happened, so he disappeared. After a long time drifting
around in no specific form, he ended up in the woods; at the place where
Dubhghall's body was laying. He had covered the coffin with dirt and leaves to
make it invisible to human eyes and as he materialized right next to it, he
started throwing the leaves away and cleaning the dirt from it as a maniac; for
no specific reason. He was just furious and he needed to discharge all this
energy. Thousands of thoughts were passing through his mind, most of them
focusing on burning the coffin and just get the hell out of this place. Never
see Tita again and find one or the other way to release the sexual tension of
his body. Yes, this was what he needed, another woman; one who would want him
and welcome him in her body. This was a good plan. He needed to start the fire. Then, for no reason at all, his
hand moved to his torso and touched her keeper. He still had it around his
neck. She had asked him to keep it that night after the fight. That night that
she cleaned his wounds and healed him. That night that he kissed her and stayed
with her. That night that she fed him her blood. Her blood was unique. The
memory of the taste filled his mouth again and all of a sudden he collapsed on
the ground unable to move or think anymore. He did not want another woman. He
had plenty of women in the past but he never had this feeling of lust and need
for anyone else. He needed Tita and she needed him. She may have been too
scared to admit it but she needed him. Frustration grew in him. He just did not
know what to do. He had been kind and caring and he had been cruel and arrogant
and nothing seemed to work with her. A tear left his eye and as it touched the
ground a small puddle of water was magically created; the reflection of his
face told him he looked awful. He wasn't shining as usual or looking attractive
at all. Then the image changed and he saw Tita in it, as beautiful as she looked
this morning; her body more skinny than a week ago but her eyes burning with
passion and anger. She had feelings for him, he knew that. He could feel it
whenever he was around her, he just didn't know if those feelings were still encouraging
or, after this morning, he had destroyed everything. He decided he would not go to
her. He would let come to him first. He did not want to have her keeper though.
For one reason, he did not want her to feel obliged to see him to get it and
for another reason, he was not a very good protector lately, so he did not
deserve it. He had to return it to her as soon as possible. ***** He did not know what time it was;
he never kept track of time as humans do, and he did not know for how long he
had been sitting in the woods thinking about everything that happened, but the
sun was still up, so the day was not over. He stood up and decided to go to her
house right that moment; better sooner than later. He covered the coffin again,
thinking it was so stupid to do all this extra work, just because he could not
control his temper, and when he finished he disappeared instantly. He wandered
around Tita's house for a while, trying to understand who was in there. Tita
was, for sure, he could feel her but there was no sign from her mum or dad.
Anyway, he did not want to see anybody, so once he realized she was on the
ground floor, he entered her room from the open window and took his usual form.
It was getting a bit darker but for him there was no need to turn on the light.
His vision had always been excellent. He touched her pillow and sniffed the
air; he could still sense the wonderful perfume oil he had applied to her
tattered body this morning. Instantly he got excited and eager. A picture of
her naked body came in his mind and he had to close his eyes and take a few
moments to relax his body. He had a task to fulfill. He took the keeper off
around his neck and placed it carefully on her pillow, but before he left the
room he heard her climbing up the stairs. He turned to mist again and waited in
there to see her, just one last time. Tita entered her room feeling
full from all the food she had, relaxed and refreshed. She had spent the entire
day in the house with her mum and dad, just watching TV and listening to music.
She did not want to go outside to avoid meeting anyone; it was too early for
her. She just needed to gather her thoughts and decide what she wanted to do
onwards. Her parents were very supportive and discreet and she felt good. It
was time to get ready to go find them at the pub. It was getting late in the
evening and she wanted to spend the night with them there. All the day she has
been thinking about Elijah and how the previous incidence between them would
affect their relationship in the future. She was really angry at first but the
more she thought about it, the more she understood him. Her dad had told her
everything that happened and how kindly he treated the body and all. He was
doing all this for her. He had to recognize him at least that. The instant she went close to
her bed, she saw her keeper. She looked around seeking for Elijah but he was
not in there. She could feel him though. Like that time she knew he was in the
room although he had disappeared. She held her keeper in her hand and felt like
someone had ripped her heart. This was it then? He had returned it to her? He
was leaving her as well? Her eyes flooded with tears and she sat on her bed to avoid
collapsing. She could not believe this was happening. This morning they had a
bad moment but she could not lose him. She thought they would get over it and
become... what? What could they become? Up until then Elijah was the one
offering and she just stepped on him and took everything without giving
anything back. Would they ever become friends? That wasn't enough for Elijah.
Would he ever become her protector again? He had promised to her that he would
help her find a way to bring Dubhghall back, and then, as he had set it, he
would get out of her face. She did not want him to get out of her face. He did
not want him to get out of her life. She was realizing once again that although
she loved D, she may also have fell in love with Elijah in the meantime. Was
that possible? What would she do? ***** Seeing her crying for him was
maybe the hardest thing Elijah had faced in his life. He couldn't appear
though. He did not want her to know he has been watching her. He was dying to
hold her in his arms and comfort her and yet he managed to stay still. He
barely did. He had to get out of the room or he would make a fool of himself by
materializing in front of her and wipe her eyes and hold her and kiss her. He
wanted to take the pain away but at the same time he was a bit content, not by
watching her suffer, but by knowing that she also craved for him, needed him. He
just hoped that she would also seek for him and meet him. He dematerialized
back in the woods and took a while until he got his breath and peace back. © 2012 F.P. ChatReviews
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