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To have a group of mindless followers worship him?
Does he really think he is doing the devil's work? Does he truly believe he is a vessel for The Dark One? Those may be questions we will never truly know the answers to.
The man is a narcissist.
But none of that matters. Because tomorrow it ends.
I’m sitting on the couch in the living room. The television is on more for background noise than for watching. Looking out the large windows, it’s daytime and Elijah has built another fire in the back.
Watching him is amusing, he is in his all-black long-sleeved henley, which is rolled up onto his forearms, black skinny jeans and combat boots. The sun is shining down on his dark black hair and tattooed skin. He is beautiful.
Once he seems content with what he has built, E runs up the deck stairs, walking towards the window and taps on it. His voice is muffled as he shouts, “Hey, come out here for a minute.”
My face lights up. This man, my fucking man. He kills without batting an eye and still gets excited, just like a little kid.
I can see him, but he can’t see me due to the tinting he has on the windows. When he went outside, I was in here lounging. I debated messing with him. Acting like I am not still here. But I can’t. His excitement is precious.
Smiling, I get up. I am in a pair of baggy black sweats and a black tank crop top. My hair is down, wavy over my shoulders. I don’t bother getting shoes as I head to the back door.
Opening it, Elijah greets me, wrapping his arms around me, picking me up and swinging me around. I hold on tightly around his neck, giggling.
“Baby, we have our final name.” Excitement radiates from him.
As he puts me down, I kiss his cheek, “Go on then. Who is it?” I play along, humoring his game.
Grabbing my hand, he drags me behind him towards the fire. This has to be the biggest one yet, the flames dance before me and are easily ten feet tall.
“Do you hear it?” He says softly.
My eyes shift back and forth, “I think so.”
“What do you hear?”
Letting go of his hand, I wrap my arms around his torso, he holds me close as I give him my guess, “Master?”
“Fucking right. But, there is one more still. Listen closely now, little bat.”
My brows furrow, unsure of who else he could be referencing.
Looking down at me, I look up at him confused and curious. His expression is blank, I am unable to read him. Who is the other name?
“Listen closely. If you really focus, you can hear it whisper.” A breeze blows past us, he smiles wide showing his perfect white teeth. His canines I picture having my blood dripping from, biting my lip, he speaks, “My mom.”
I absorb what he has decided. Deep down, I knew this was coming. He has known his mom his entire life, moved here with her. Put up with a lot of shit for her, including my father.
This decision wasn’t made lightly, I am sure.
Nodding my head against his chest, “Okay. And your mom.”
I don’t question him. I promised I never would when it came to this.
A calmness washes over me. I can also feel it over him as he leans into me more. The energy has changed as we continue to stand, watching the bright colors flicker before us. Hearing the cracks of the wood burning as the daylight shines upon us.
The feeling makes me feel content, perhaps? Maybe it is reassurance that in this moment, this is where I am supposed to be. What I am supposed to be doing. I don’t feel scared. I am not second-guessing anything. My brain isn’t riddling off ‘what if’ scenarios.
But I do wonder, what happens after this?
“What’s next? After tomorrow.” I ask. He doesn’t answer immediately.
