"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
THE VIOLENT DESIRES Chapter nineteen | Lines will be drawn
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ADRENALINE HAD BEEN RUNNING THROUGH KALLIOPE'S veins when she made the decision of a lifetime this night. She was tired beyond comprehension, unhinged and desperate to alleviate her guilt. Her choice to undagger Elijah was made impulsively. Based on the feeling of betrayal and pain radiating in her chest. She wanted an ally in this grand scheme of vampires and their toys. The closest one she could think of, that would selfishly wreak havoc between sides would be Elijah.
Elijah wasn't on any side, he simply created his own by existence. There was a time when she was like that. Incorruptible and confident in her moral decisions. She disliked Elijah before because she once believed he was his brother's puppet. However, she could see now, and when he handed her the chalice, that he was very much his own person.
Now that she was a washed-out image of herself, she desired that independence again. Ironically, Kalliope thought if she could bring Elijah back, maybe she could learn how to be herself again. The Honorable Original had been known to unlock the radical within her before.
Maybe he could do so again, one last time.
After she pulled the dagger from his burnt chest, Kalliope had been working on dragging him out of the house with her duffle bag. She huffed lowly to herself, cursing his weight and large stature. He was practically twice her size and then some. Her hands were swallowed by the width of his shoulders. Kalli was too tired to use her telekinetic prowess, but she tried to use whatever she had left within her to get him up the stairs. She was tense, trying to not make a sound too suspicious.
Perhaps she owed Elijah, but this seemed a little too farfetched. The muscles in her legs were screaming not to mention her blistered feet. The original could never say she didn't do anything for him.
Biting her bottom lip, she heaved him out of the front door by his underarms and set him on the ground. Kalliope stood over him with her hands resting upon her knees. Out of breath and haggard, she probably looked just as worse as Elijah right now.
As she stared at his ashen face, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Kalliope brushed her fingertips along the curve of his jaw, feeling the bumps of facial hair starting to sprouts again. He was such a clean shaven man.
Suddenly, Elijah awoke with a gasp. He abruptly grabbed her wrist in a tight grip, startling Kalliope as her brown eyes widened comedically. The warmth of his calloused hands sent a shocking tremor down her spine, igniting a fire within her. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at it all.
