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Chapter 12
Rain
Most people would think I was the biggest moron.
A part of me would agree with you. Staying with the boy who kidnapped me and then hand-delivered me to the devil, who is my father. Trusting the boy who killed my mom. And who I think is about to kill this family. But deep in my soul, I know this is right. He is where I am supposed to be. My mom would agree, he is my safe place now. Our connection is undeniable.
It’s something that is hard to explain, and no one but us would ever understand. Since the first day at the bar. He feels it too, I can tell. Some may think he is over-the-top protective, but I think it is so perfectly him. Just like the tattoo decorating his face.
He is beautiful.
I feel a slight smile form on my face, my muscles are confused. They haven’t moved in days to show any expression other than sadness. It feels nice to smile.
Then I think back to how he already knew I was his. Arranging for my mom to be buried on his property, to keep her close to me. So I can visit whenever I want. He knew then that I was his. That he was going to keep me. Which helps keep the smile painted on my face as my head turns to face the passenger-side window.
My eyes wander towards the direction of the house I am still sitting in front of. I am waiting in the car while Elijah breaks into the house, it would be suspicious if I were to wait out front for him. It’s a peaceful evening, the moon is out and the stars are shining.
Before I let my eyes wander any further, I see the silhouette of Elijah at the front door. My eyes blink and that’s all it takes, he is already gone. That’s my cue.
Getting out of the car, I walk casually across the street to not look suspicious and up the front pathway to the unlocked door. Opening it, I slide in quickly and then close it shut behind me. It’s dark, my eyes are still adjusting as I step forward, walking into a hard body, Elijah. I’m taken back, stumbling before finding my balance again. As I do, he takes my hand into his, and turning around he leads us down the front hall, which leads to the bedrooms. We pass a bathroom, then reach a closed door. He squeezes my hand once. To reassure me and to remind me. Follow his lead.
He lets go of me and slowly begins to open the closed door. My heart is racing, at any moment this door could squeak and the person on the other side would wake, becoming aware of our presence. Elijah though, he is calm and not phased by the lingering what-if’s. The moon’s light shines through the window, and my eyes move around the room as I follow Elijah in, it’s the master suite. One body lays in the bed, sleeping peacefully. Completely unaware of the unpeace about to occur.
Elijah walks up to the side of the bed, barely acknowledging the person before him as he reaches out and covers their mouth. As I walk closer, I can see it’s her, the man's wife from the night before. Her eyes open in panic after feeling his touch against her skin. Before she is able to panic, Elijah steps ahead, his hand is already at her throat, slicing it open ear to ear with a sharp blade. Muffled cries escape her, he is the last person she will see, all because of her husband. I wonder why she stayed. Why not leave this shitty fucking town and start over?
It doesn’t matter now.
Her fingers scratch at Elijah while he continues to apply pressure on her face, keeping her still and silent. Her efforts weaken with each movement. As I watch, it takes a minute, maybe two for her body to become lifeless. Her feet have stopped kicking under the sheets, and her hands have stopped scratching. She is dead.
I don’t feel bad. She married a monster. Guilty by association for staying.
She fucking knew.
Elijah removes his hand from her, puts the blade, still coated with blood, in his pants pocket and turns to face me. I nod, reassuring him that I am ok. He doesn’t respond, instead he grabs my hand again and leads us out of the room.
We step back into the hall. The door across from us is also closed. He steps up to it, looks back at me and whispers, “This one's yours.”
Chapter 13
Elijah
As the words leave my mouth, I can feel her body tense up.
This is our life. No better way to learn it than to be thrown into it. It’s how I learned from my dad, but I wanted to. He knew I needed it. My body craved having the ability to take a life in as many ways as I could. To kill just one way would get boring, but having options kept the fire inside of me alive. Based on the person, I would pick the perfect approach.
I imagine this is a life she has not thought of until recently. Although, it is one she will come to enjoy. She is here because she wants to be. Rain could have run away when I left her alone in the car. But that’s not her. She wants to be freed and I am the one to free her, allow her to spread her fucking wings and become the woman her soul craves to be, beside me.
My little bat is free.
Opening the door, I lead us into the room of the sick mother fucker. He is snoring and sleeping on his single bed. Turning around, I hold my finger up to Rain, and she nods in understanding.
This fucker is going to be awake for everything, he doesn’t deserve quick like his mom.
Walking up to the side of the bed I slap his face, once, twice, and then a third time.
“Fuck you doing?” He shouts with sleep still in his voice.
Bending over, so my face is close to his, I whisper, “Killing you.”
