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Elejah — F. An absent look or touch.
When he showed up at her door, Elena didn't quite know what to make of it. Did he know? Did he know that she had doomed him and his siblings to death with just a drop of her blood?
"Elijah." She forced the part of herself that wanted to tell him everything and beg for his forgiveness down and smiled at Elijah. It felt like the hardest thing she had ever done, to keep pretending everything was fine and get in the car with him. The little voice in her head kept telling Elena that she was stupid, that this guy had tried to kidnap her more than once, and now she wasn't even putting up a fight?
Elena stole a glance at him. Elijah looked completely at ease, tapping along to the radio with his fingers on the steering wheel. This did not at all feel like a kidnapping situation, but then again, it was Elijah she was dealing with.
"How did you like the ball?" he interrupted her train of thought. "Before Damon and my brother caused a scene, that is," he clarified when he caught Elena's apparent shock at his question.
She swallowed. "It was a beautiful evening, but-" Now was her chance. She could tell him. Elijah could put an end to it before it was too late. "Your mother, she-" Elena said shakily, then cleared her throat again—why was it feeling so tight and dry all of a sudden? "Can be quite intimidating."
Elijah chuckled and adjusted the volume of the radio. He did not return his hand to the steering wheel, but rested it on Elena's knee instead, drawing little circles over the denim fabric with his thumb. "Yes, mother can be- well, mother. I am glad you were able to enjoy the evening in spite of it, though I deeply regret that I did not get the chance to ask you to dance."
She briefly returned the smile he gave her. "I would have loved to dance with you." Elena's breath hitched when Elijah gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.
"Another chance will surely present itself," Elijah assured her. He brought the car to a stop in the middle of the woods. "We have arrived at our destination," he announced. "I remember this spot from my youth."
This was it. He was going to murder her in the woods. Her eyes darted down to his hand on her thigh, and Elena tried to cover the pounding of her heart by saying the first thing that came to mind—"Is this where you brought your girlfriends to make out?"
Elijah laughed. "No, I did not have to go quite so far from the village for that. This is where I made my first kill. A magnificent doe." If he noticed the spike in Elena's pulse, he didn't remark on it. Elijah leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes. "I think that was the only time my father was ever truly proud of me."
She had no idea what to say to that. Hesitantly, Elena covered his hand with hers and distracted herself from the way Elijah was looking at her by tracing his veins with one finger. Elijah was still looking at her, Elena confirmed by sneaking a quick glance out of the corner of her eye. Finally, she relented, and met his piercing gaze. He knew. There was no way he didn't know.
"Elena, is there something you would like to tell me?" he encouraged.
Oh, he definitely knew. And this was her last chance, or she would likely meet the same fate as that poor doe. "There is," she confessed quietly. There was nothing Elena could do to stop the tears from coming now that Elijah took her hand in both of his. "Elijah, I am so sorry."
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