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Looking at the fire—the infamous fire which held so much meaning and power over The Chapel, now it no longer does.
I fucking hate this place.
“Can you light the table on fire?”
Hearing his footsteps behind me as the gravel crunches beneath his combat boots, I am trying to gauge which direction he is going. The flicking of his lighter tells me he is at the table.
Turning around, I watch as E, standing tall and hot as fuck in his tight jeans, top and combat boots. His skin, which is beautifully decorated in ink, including his face—I think that’s my favorite. His hair flops over his forehead, fuck this view can’t get any better and he’s all mine.
Standing a few feet back, a large flame shoots out of his flamethrower and attaches itself to the wood.
Moving it slowly from one side of the table to the other, he makes sure to encase it all with fire. The areas where fresh blood remains light quicker than the rest, the flames roar to life feeding on it.
As he keeps his focus, he also questions, “Should I burn them too?” His chin motions to my father and his third, who are dead on the ground just behind the table.
“No. Leave them to rot.” They deserve to have maggots and worms feasting on their flesh. Along with whatever other bug or rodent that needs a meal.
Elijah goes over the table once more before turning his thrower off and draping it back over his shoulder.
The few who passed out earlier still haven’t moved.
Screw it, we will just leave them here.
Reaching out my hand, E walks over to me and laces our fingers together. His bat is back in his hand as he twiddles and rotates it. Walking through the archway, a massive weight leaves me, the worry, anger and negative energy are gone. Left behind where it belongs.
Swinging our hands back and forth, I start skipping down the long, dimly lit passageway that leads to where we are parked. I can feel E side-eyeing me like I am nuts but I know he's also watching my tits bounce, so I don’t say anything, but I do throw a wink at him.
A familiar archway appears next to me, which causes me to freeze in place. We passed it before and I was so focused on why we were here that I didn’t even notice.
Pulling on his hand, I dragged him through it, “Rain, are you sure?” He questions with unease.
“I need to see it one last time.”
Letting out a loud sigh, he is frustrated but knows better than to stop me.
The steel bars come into view. Getting closer to where I was held, the door is propped open as the unlocked padlock hangs from it.
Reaching my fingers out, I brush them over the cold steel. Looking inside the space, I can see myself inside, defeated, mourning and timid. My stepmother was ready to lead me to a life sentence of imprisonment, to be kept by her husband, my father.
Then Elijah came and saved me.
Our connection since that night at my bar, has only gotten stronger.
He doesn’t rush me which I appreciate, he allows me to take my time saying goodbye to the space that forever changed my life. Elijah will never understand how he had a hand in this, understanding feelings isn’t something he can do automatically, but he is trying and maybe one day he will see what I see.
A fucking great person who does love hard. He is loyal—a tad over the top but that’s what makes him uniquely E. And he is a great fuck.
Moving my hand from the bars, I brush his vial of blood which is now home around my neck.
I’m done. I’m ready to close this chapter and start the next.
He can feel it.
Guiding us out of the space, we step through the archway back into the main passage. But we aren’t alone anymore.
Someone comes rushing from the entrance towards us, still in their black robe and white mask, “You won’t get away with this. The Dark One will come for you!” They shout at us.
Elijah mumbles under his breath, “Fucking annoying.” Then unlaces his fingers from mine.
