Love of the Fallen Angel (Otherworld Series #2)

9- Love

I made a dash sideways to run but that move was futile as he was immediately on me, his heavy body throwing mine down on one of the cars while his hands found ways to grab both of my hands in a tight hold behind my back.

"Get off me!" I screamed, fidgeting terribly as my heart thudded hard. I could not believe this was happening with me. This could not happen to me.

I was small compared to him, my height and weight worked in his favor as his huge build was enough to bind me down while his hand slithered to open the button of my jeans and slip inside, cupping me with his hand over my panties.

"God damn it!" I cried out in disgust as tears slipped out of my eyes in frustration. And then suddenly Bella's screams started to echo in my ears, her whimpers begging Solomon to stop.

Was that my fate as well?

My struggles increased even more, my body paining from fighting and rubbing against the surface of the car too much but I did not stop.

"I am going to f**k you good, Ally." Neil hissed in my ear, I noticed he had tied my hands with something, a t-shirt or a rag, something like that. 

"Let me go! I do not want to f**k you, you sick motherfucker!" I whimpered in disgust but his hold was too tight on me, his weight nothing but overwhelmingly painful upon my tiny frame.

But he grabbed my jeans from waist and pulled it down, taking my underwear with him, baring my a*s to his eyes.

"You still got that gorgeous a*s, baby." he licked his lips while his hand landed a slap on my a*s.

I was not aroused at all. I was embarrassed and terrified. Utterly terrified out of my mind. I was fighting him with all my might but his hold was so tight that I feared he was almost trying to break a few bones inside my body.

"Don't do this to me please." I whimpered and begged helplessly.

"I always liked it when you begged." he said right before I felt his disgusting fingers trying to find my opening.

His fingers had just touched me there when suddenly the weight of his body was lifted off mine before the sound of a loud thud echoed against the otherwise silent garage.

The first thing I felt was the overwhelming feeling of relief. I frantically tried to free my hands but they were tied tightly. I could not stop shaking as I turned around immediately, tears flowing down on my cheeks while I tried to blink through them.

I did not have to look very hard to find what was going on. Neil was getting beaten brutally. I could see a back of a man in suit, plumming down Neil's face repeatedly. Neil had already fallen unconscious.

As the cries built up in my throat, choking me, I screamed, "Elijah!"

That one cry was enough to stop his hand midair, like halting with a realization hitting him hard.

His captivating eyes found mine, fury still simmering underneath his lashes but there was something more there that I could not recognize. His jaw was clenched tightly, his one hand clutching and squeezing Neil's throat tightly.

"Elijah." I whispered softly through tea

That was when he suddenly dematerialized with Neil. My heart stopped. I was feeling so vulnerable and scared. Had he left me here? Like this?

I could not bear the thought. How can he be so cruel?

The feeling of nausea washed over me as I struggled to breathe. My fingers tried to pull up my jeans but it was futile since both of my hands were tied behind my back. I felt so helpless. So utterly helpless.

A sob escaped my lips, tears slipping down my face, my eyes fell shut and then I felt a pair of hands on my wrist.

My eyes snapped open, but before that the comforting scent of my lover washed over me.

His fingers ripped off the rag from my wrist gently without hurting me. My body fell on his chest, a gut wrenching sob leaving my lips at the horror of what was about to happen to me.

I felt Elijah's lips slide over my left ear, his lips leaving a kiss so light that I was sure it was nothing but a deep seated desire of my heart.

"It's alright." He said softly, almost like touching a feather, "hush, sweetheart."

And those words broke me even more. How I had begged God to let me hear those words again. And hear that one word that Elijah called only me, hearing it after so long, after all that I had been through, it broke me completely, making me sob even harder.

His fingers found their way in my hair, pushing the falling strands and his voice like honey slipping in my ears, repeating the words constantly, "it's alright. I am here."

"Don't leave me again." I begged, "I am so sorry! Don't go, please."

When I opened my eyes I realized we were no longer in the car garage, We were on the terrace of some huge building. The skyline twinkling lights below us.

His fingers gripped my waist, hoisting me up to make me sit on the edge of the terrace. But there was no edge of fear in my heart, no care because he was in front of me. All the fears had suddenly melted into the chill air of the night. All that remained behind was my glassy eyes staring into his bright ones.

"You came back." I whispered. Tears were flowing down on my cheeks freely.

I knew that there was hate in his heart for me, cofusion in his mind, and anger in his eyes. There was so much he might have to suffer, so many things that I had not explained to him. I was glad he had saved me. Grateful that he was standing in front me despite knowing I had subjected him to death in exchange of his undying kindness.

I had made the choice. I had chosen my freedom over his life, and that decision was haunting me even till now. But now when he was in front of me, staring down at me with all the love in the world gathered in his eyes, even though hidden under the shades of anger, the smile of happiness slipped on my lips.

"I came back." Elijah smiled gently, just a tug at the corner of his pink lips "I love you. How could I not come back?"

I blinked repeatedly, trying to blink away the tears and making myself believe I was not dreaming.

His fingers played with the edge of my jeans that he had pulled up and buttoned long ago, without letting me even realize when.

"Do you love me?" He asked passionately, his voice husky.

"Of course I do." My breath hitched from crying for so long, but the smile stayed intact as my heart hurt from the feeling of the reality of those words "I love you so much!"

"You left me to die." He murmured, making the smile wipe off my face slowly, "I trusted you blindly and you took advantage of that trust. My love for you."

"I..."

"Can you die for me?" Elijah inched forward, smack in my space, touching me intimately, his hight aligning our lower bodies closely.

My eyes stared at him in puzzlement for a second at the sudden absurd question. What did he mean by that question? Did he want revenge?

"Yes, I can." I smiled lovingly without a second thought because it was the truth. There was not an ounce of lie in my words, or hesitation, "Whatever for you, Elijah"

Elijah's expressions changed from love to fury, and hatred instantly. All the shadow of love I had seen in his eyes disappeared in that slight moment like it was nothing but an illusion, like it was nothing but a white lie casted to trap me in his words.

"Then die." He sneered and pushed hard at my shoulders, throwing down from the edge of the building.