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It stung Elora deeply just how harsh, how violent Chaol was choosing to be with her. It was as though he was a whole new person, someone Elora barely recognized. Even after unlocking him from his tomb—the man hadn't acted quite like this. Perhaps that was because he was just freed, confusion and relief behind his main emotions. However this time, this time it was different. He was mad, an anger swelling within him that Elora didn't think he was capable of, an anger that she had not been expecting when he returned home and found her gone.
No, this was the last thing she was expecting and it left Elora terrified.
Despite the silence of his approach, Elora could feel the dread, the overwhelming oppression that surrounded Chaol. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up at his approach, her body already feeling something was wrong. Yet the woman tried to pay it no mind, half of her believing Chaol was still sitting in the car collecting himself. That he would wait for her to return to her room before he entered, as if not to get enraged by the sight of her once more.
Elora had hoped that was the case, that they could start over fresh the next morning.
However, hope has a way of being nowhere to be found when you actually need it. The slamming of the door caused the young woman to jump—flicking at the sound. Quickly spinning around to take in the sight of Chaol once more, and the mocking delight he got in the fact that he was scaring her.
With his approach, Elora kept taking a step back until she couldn't. The cruelty of his laughter echoing throughout the home, just as it had when he held control of the pathetic town below them.
Elora found…she did not like that laughter. Not in the slightest. It was too cold, too cruel, nothing like the laughter that had once poured from his mouth.
Before she could as much runaway, Elora found Chaol's hand around her neck. Cold fingers wrapping around one side before coming to the front, a whimper leaving her throat as he applied an uncomfortable amount of pressure. Forcing her to bare her neck just a little more, as if it would bring some kind of relief. Despite it being uncomfortable, Elora had to remind herself that he wasn't strangling her—that she was…okay.
She was okay, wasn't she?
The bag she had been holding fell to the floor with a dull thud. Elora's hands coming to grasp onto his wrist, pulling at it just as a spike of fear rushed through her. Her own doubt causing panic to overwhelm every other sense. Though her movement came to a pause as Chaol's head leaned down, his breath tickled the side of her neck as he spoke. His tone unfamiliar to the woman, haunting in a way that felt too dangerous, too ominous to be considered Chaol's. The sensation causing another shudder of fear within the woman, leaving her almost breathless.
"Chaol you are really scaring me, please stop." Came the soft beg, a plea Chaol had heard time and time before from each visitor of his humble home. Fear mixing in with each word she spoke, words that shook just as she did under his fingertips. "Chaol, I'm really sorry. I didn't think I'd run into you and you wouldn't have known. I know that doesn't make it any better, and I would have told you everyt—" a repressed sob broke Elora's voice, cutting her off just as tears began to spill over—staining her face, Elora squirming to get out of the vampires grip.
"Let go, we can talk about this in the morning." Although Elora was scared of Chaol, trembling and crying under his touch, Elora…still refused to see him as a monster. Even if she did—it wasn't something she wanted to voice out loud. She didn't want him to believe he was right, in thinking that the human before him only saw a monster. Even if he was, there was still the Chaol Elora had grown fond over in there somewhere. She didn't want to risk hurting that Chaol any further than he already was.
No, this was the last thing she was expecting and it left Elora terrified.
Despite the silence of his approach, Elora could feel the dread, the overwhelming oppression that surrounded Chaol. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up at his approach, her body already feeling something was wrong. Yet the woman tried to pay it no mind, half of her believing Chaol was still sitting in the car collecting himself. That he would wait for her to return to her room before he entered, as if not to get enraged by the sight of her once more.
Elora had hoped that was the case, that they could start over fresh the next morning.
However, hope has a way of being nowhere to be found when you actually need it. The slamming of the door caused the young woman to jump—flicking at the sound. Quickly spinning around to take in the sight of Chaol once more, and the mocking delight he got in the fact that he was scaring her.
With his approach, Elora kept taking a step back until she couldn't. The cruelty of his laughter echoing throughout the home, just as it had when he held control of the pathetic town below them.
Elora found…she did not like that laughter. Not in the slightest. It was too cold, too cruel, nothing like the laughter that had once poured from his mouth.
Before she could as much runaway, Elora found Chaol's hand around her neck. Cold fingers wrapping around one side before coming to the front, a whimper leaving her throat as he applied an uncomfortable amount of pressure. Forcing her to bare her neck just a little more, as if it would bring some kind of relief. Despite it being uncomfortable, Elora had to remind herself that he wasn't strangling her—that she was…okay.
She was okay, wasn't she?
The bag she had been holding fell to the floor with a dull thud. Elora's hands coming to grasp onto his wrist, pulling at it just as a spike of fear rushed through her. Her own doubt causing panic to overwhelm every other sense. Though her movement came to a pause as Chaol's head leaned down, his breath tickled the side of her neck as he spoke. His tone unfamiliar to the woman, haunting in a way that felt too dangerous, too ominous to be considered Chaol's. The sensation causing another shudder of fear within the woman, leaving her almost breathless.
"Chaol you are really scaring me, please stop." Came the soft beg, a plea Chaol had heard time and time before from each visitor of his humble home. Fear mixing in with each word she spoke, words that shook just as she did under his fingertips. "Chaol, I'm really sorry. I didn't think I'd run into you and you wouldn't have known. I know that doesn't make it any better, and I would have told you everyt—" a repressed sob broke Elora's voice, cutting her off just as tears began to spill over—staining her face, Elora squirming to get out of the vampires grip.
"Let go, we can talk about this in the morning." Although Elora was scared of Chaol, trembling and crying under his touch, Elora…still refused to see him as a monster. Even if she did—it wasn't something she wanted to voice out loud. She didn't want him to believe he was right, in thinking that the human before him only saw a monster. Even if he was, there was still the Chaol Elora had grown fond over in there somewhere. She didn't want to risk hurting that Chaol any further than he already was.