Part 5

Elijah stared in front of him with empty eyes. What had just happened began slowly to sink into him. The pain in his stomach didn't matter; the shame hit him harder than anything else. What he had just done made him sick. He was nothing but a monster.

"Mr. Smith?" Daisy's cautious voice said after a long silence. "Mr. Smith?"

"It's Mikaelson," Elijah murmured, he wasn't looking at her.

"I beg your pardon?"

"My last name is Mikaelson."

"Oh… I see. Are you…alright, Mr. Mikaelson?"

Was he alright? The irony of her question almost made him chuckle.

"No, Miss Daisy, I can't really say that I would be alright," he muttered.

"Yes, I can see that you are bleeding, is there anything I can do to help?"

Somehow he managed to look up at her. She was sitting on his bed with her legs curled up against her chest. She had bloody bruises on her wrists, her hair was tangled, her eyes were swollen because of the crying and she was still trembling a little. Yet for some incomprehensible reason he saw concern in her eyes when she looked at him.

"Why would you possibly want to help me?" he asked.

"I… You are in pain," she replied.

He let out a humorless chuckle.

"I'm a monster, I deserve to suffer."

"I don't believe that," she said quietly.

"Really? You just saw what I am, you would be a fool for not to be afraid."

She looked at him for several heartbeats before replying.

"What are you?"

"A vampire," he replied.

Her eyes widened, she looked confused for a moment.

"I have heard some stories, but I never thought… This is strange."

"Yes… I suppose that's one way to put it."

He paused and sighed tiredly.

"I'm sorry. I know it doesn't mean anything, but I never meant for this to happen."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He was quiet for a moment before he managed to reply.

"I was drawn to you the moment we met and I should have stayed as far away from you as I could, but I was too selfish for that. Your scent, your presence, the sound of your voice, it was all like a drug to me. I… I have tried for centuries to be somewhat a moral person, but when I met you… I have never wanted anything so desperately in my life."

She blinked few times, trying to process his words.

"When you say that you want me… Does that mean you want to kill me?"

He lowered his head, he couldn't face her.

"I want all of you," he muttered. "I know this must be difficult to believe, but I'm not usually like this, I don't…lose control. You are my own personal addiction and the darker side of me would do anything to have you. Every part of you."

Her lips parted as she looked up at him, unblinking.

"Do I mean anything to you?"

"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "I have enjoyed every moment I have spent with you, but I don't trust myself enough to… I couldn't live with myself if anything would happen to you."

She was quiet again before speaking.

"What will happen now?"

That was an excellent question.

"I don't know," he murmured.

"Alright… Do you need some help with your wound?"

He shook his head.

"I will heal after pulling the table leg out. I haven't done that yet because I want to be sure that I am in control."

"So you heal quickly and you have lived for centuries?" she stated, she sounded curious.

"Yes."

"Right… Have you been addicted to many people before me?"

"No, you are the first. Everything about you is intoxicating to me."

She didn't seem to know what to think about that.

"Should I be flattered?"

The corners of his mouth were twitching, he couldn't help it.

"Well, you do smell incredibly good, I could spend hours sniffing your hair."

Her eyes widened, he wanted to bite his tongue off.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, I wouldn't really…"

"That's okay," she replied and hid her mouth with her hand.

He frowned when he heard her stomach growling.

"You are hungry."

"What?"

"I can hear your… I have a very good hearing."

"Oh…"

She looked embarrassed and touched her stomach.

"Would you like something to eat?" he asked.

"I… Yes, that would be nice, thank you. I haven't really eaten much today."

He nodded and braced himself for getting up.

"Please don't move," he muttered and gritted his teeth while slowly standing up. The damn table leg hurt like hell, but he didn't dare to pull it out, not yet. He made his way to the hallway and asked the first maid he saw to bring something to eat from the kitchen. First he obviously had to compel the maid to ignore the table leg. According to his brothers, Daisy was immune to compulsion… That was a big problem since she knew now what he was. He had no idea how to handle that.

But to be fair, he didn't really know how to handle anything at the moment. Daisy should have been nothing but scared and repulsed by him after what he had done to her, but for some reason she wasn't. His hunger for her was just as strong as ever, but he felt more in control now. There was no way in hell he would ever hurt her like that bastard. Clyde. Elijah had already decided that he would find this man and kill him for hurting Daisy. She was right where he had left her when he returned to his bedroom.

"Elijah…" she started. "I'm sorry, can I call you Elijah?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you." She paused and bit her bottom lip. "I would really like to know what will happen to me."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have an answer to that yet," he replied. "I'm aware you have no reason to believe anything I say, but I'm not going to hurt you. I will do whatever I have to do to control myself."

She looked distressed.

"Nana… She's going to be worried and she needs my help, please, I need to go home."

Elijah lowered his head.

"I'm sorry. But I can send someone to look after your grandmother."

Her eyebrows furrowed, she looked at him cautiously.

"Someone?"

"A nurse," Elijah clarified. "Would that be alright?"

She hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"I suppose so, but I'm not sure if nana will let a stranger in…"

"I will handle that, no need to worry. No harm will come to your grandmother," he added quickly when he saw the look in her eyes.

He was going to keep that promise, no matter what. She gave a soft, exhausted sigh; everything that had happened had drained away her energy. If only today could have been like all the other Thursdays… The truth was that he didn't really want that. His Daisy was finally here and he didn't want to let her go.