Hellbound Heart

This bonus chapter is dedicated to @edi_o and @Sacogun! Thank you very much for the Supergifts!!!

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Background Music : G Minor Bach by Jacob's Piano

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Elle rushed to the shower and scrubbed at the hickey on her throat as she silently cried. She could feel that there was a weak earthquake going on, but that barely caught her attention. At that moment, she could not care about anything else.

Elle only stopped when her skin had been scrubbed that it turned so red that a little more, and it might bleed.

Mindlessly, she later walked to the tub and sat herself in there, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. She stayed there for long minutes, until her trembling slowly stopped as the warmth of the bath seeped into her.

She did not know how much time had passed, when she was jolted by the sound of the shower being turned on.

Her head lifted and whipped towards her right.

Another shock passed through her as she saw who was it that had suddenly entered the bathroom. It was… Sebastian and he was… all bloodied. If she looked like hell a while ago, he looked like a wretched, terrifying devil from the pits of hell.

Elle sprung out of the tub, not caring about the state of her being totally undressed. W-what in the world…

Sebastian too, looked up in surprise at her, as though he had not expected her to be there in the bathroom. Their eyes held for a long while before both their gazes strayed. Sebastian's gaze seemed to be glued on her ravishing body while her eyes traced the blood being washed away by the water. The water under his feet was colored in a red so deep it stung her eyes.

He looked like some ancient god of slaughter dressed in modern garments…

Tension rose so quickly in the bathroom. Sebastian was the first to snap out of his daze and looked away. His jaws worked as he glanced at the look on her face.

He violently tugged at his clothes and discarded them like they were made of rags.

"Don't worry. I didn't murder anyone." Came his dark, controlled voice.

Elle felt her knees weakened at his words and she slowly sunk back down into the warm water of the tub again. Utter relief washed over her, making her entire being feel so weak and deflated. She worry that the blood was from him but as he undressed, he saw that there was no wound on him. But then… whose blood are those?

"If I told you I did slaughter someone… what will you do?" his voice this time was emotionless but calm.

Elle looked at him. That godly body was fully bare to her sight now. He had his one hand braced on the wall as his head bent a little low as the shower fell on him. The blood was almost completely washed off him.

"I… I…" she smiled helplessly. "If it was… Elijah, maybe I'll… help you hide his body."

He turned. His gaze through his wet hair widened a little. He looked like he had never expected that response from her at all.

Elle was shocked at herself as well for saying that. She was not sure if she would even really participate in something like that but… right now, that was the answer that came out of her lips. She hated Elijah for what he had done to her. She hated Elijah for playing around with her like she was a toy and not a human being.

He was suddenly standing next to the tub. His body bent over, and his mouth was now latched over the very same spot Elijah had sucked on. It felt as though an explosion had gone off in her head. His hand was grabbing her hair, tugging her a little but not enough to hurt her.

Fury and dangerous emotions were still creeping through him. She could feel it very clearly, only held back by sheer willpower. He looked calmer now but within him, it seemed as though the rage was still there, blazing quietly. Yet Elle arched her neck and exposed more of it for him and shut her eyes tightly closed.

She engraved this very moment into her entire being. Sebastian was erasing Elijah's mark on her, overwriting the disgusting hickey with his own passionate and fiery one. Her body shuddered as she felt the sting of his sucking. She guessed that blood might be coming out now.

Sebastian jerked away. His breathing suddenly sharp.

He straightened and had his back facing her. She watched as his muscles clenched and unclenched as he repeatedly took long deep breaths.

Her eyes traveled to his hand and saw them tightly clenched. His veins were protruding from the force of his tight grip.

"How did you end up in that place?" came his question. His voice was emotionless again but not harsh. She realized that it was him trying to hold back his emotions.

Elle fought for calm and started explaining. "I suddenly saw a small piece of paper with a note written on it, lying on the bedroom floor. There was only one sentence written, instructing me to twist the candelabra down."

He whirled around and braced his arms on the tub. His eyes filled with controlled rage. "And so, you followed the instruction without thinking…?!!" he uttered in disbelief. "Why… why in the f**king hell do you always love to go against my instructions? Why can't you listen to what I say? Huh? Izabelle? Why can't you…" he trailed off as Elle started to shake and tremble, her eyes wide and glistening.

Then her broken, shaking voice came out along with her tears. "Why? Why?! You devil! You ask me why?!" she burst out in anger. Pain gripped her heart that she felt like it could kill her on the spot. "Did I ever ask you why you always make me wait and then you never came?! Why… why can't you keep your promises to me?! Why can't you arrive on time as you had promised?! Why do you keep making me wait forever?! I thought… I thought the note was from you. I thought that was why you were late again! I thought…" she broke down and buried her face on her knees. "… you're not going to disappoint me again… but I was wrong. I was… so wrong!"