Capítulo 27: HEARTBREAK
"Life is full of confusion. Confusion of love, passion, and romance. Confusion of family and friends. Confusion with life itself. What path we take, what turn we make. How we roll our dice". (Matthew Underwood)
The ride back to the estate with Elijah was brutal. I wasn't sure if his silence was in response to my indecision over Cal or my guilt over that indecision. I knew in my heart that he was who I was meant to be with, but I also yearned to be with Cal. Maybe his imperfections made me most attracted to him—sort of like a puzzle that only I could put together. And, I must say, I have a knack for fixing broken things.
But he wasn't the only reason I was sitting there with a blank expression; my mind was going a mile a minute. No, it was much more to that. I finally understood why I was who I was. Why I had this connection to the Goddess and why I had this power inside of me. I came from a long line of human descendants of Selene. A product of her obsessive love for Endymion. Somehow, I could be her conduit to this mortal plane. But what was the purpose of this power? Why did I need it? Having this power only led to my death and destruction the more I thought about it. Also, Elijah's death and being stalked by a goddamn psycho.
As my thoughts settled, I let out a sigh, and Elijah gave me a brief but concerned look before he turned his head back to the road.
" A penny for your thoughts." I half-smiled.
His mouth turned slightly up, and I could see the beginnings of a smile.
"I would much rather know what you're thinking, my love." His gentle tone couldn't hide the underlying tension.
I internally shrieked. Did Elijah want to know what I was thinking? Would it be in his or my best interest if he did?
I decided to edit, so my secret could safe within this confused heart of mine.
"Well, I was mostly thinking about all this power that I seem to have inside of me, the fact that I am a descendant of the Goddess herself, and oh, let's not forget that my physical appearance has changed. What will people say when they see me? They will probably think I had some plastic surgery." I gave a humorless laugh.
He grabbed my hand as he continued to stare straight ahead.
"Helena, your changes are hardly noticeable to the human eye. Yes, some things look slightly different but still the same, if that makes sense. As far as this power, we have always known you had it, even if you only recovered pieces of your memory. We must ensure no one knows who or what you are now. We already have one heavy strike against us: you are technically still a human, and I am a wolf. The Council will not take kindly to me breaking the rules. They will kill me and imprison you to take what is inside you or flat-out murder you for being a human who knows too much."
How can I forget about this Council?
"Wait, but aren't you on the Council? Surely, they won't kill you? I don't understand why it even matters that I know. I can't believe that after eons of supernatural creatures walking this earth, no other human besides the ones on your Council hasn't found out what's out there." I shook my head, trying to sort through these bizarre thoughts.
He shook his head as soon as I finished my sentence.
"Yes, some humans have discovered our existence, but they were dealt with accordingly. Unfortunately, if our existence were known to the world, we would be hunted, killed, and experimented on. History has taught us that humans undoubtedly fear what they can't understand. Our kind has managed to stay alive by ensuring that our secret does not get out and into the wrong hands, mainly your government. This is why a pact was made to ensure everyone stays in line, and human representatives were added to the Council."
I shuddered as I processed something he said.
"Elijah, what do you mean when you say 'they were handled accordingly'?
His beautiful face turned from me, and there was a hint of sadness and fear in his eyes, but before I could analyze further, his eyes were back on the road.
"They were killed, tortured to forget, or taken to slave camps for prominent supernatural families." His voice was low by the end.
Oh, my Goddess!
Tortured? Enslaved? Killed?
It took me a moment to process what he was saying. This is the 21st century; how could people be enslaved, and not a single word of this ever made it to the news? I mean fucking, CNN would have a field day with this. How could anyone stand aside and let this happen? I could feel my rage and disappointment boil over at the mere fact that people, more specifically him, just allowed this to go on.
"Helena, you need to calm down. I can feel your anger, and it is manifesting physically now."
He whispered - shouted, his eyes lingering on my hands.
I stared open-mouthed as tiny gray sparks sprouted from my fingertips. I instantly balled up my fist-fighting the familiar but scary feelings simultaneously. Taking a deep breath, I opened my closed eyes and turned towards Elijah.
"How can you sit by idly and watch as people get murdered or sold into slavery just because they discovered that supernatural creatures exist? What if there was nothing special about me? What if I was just a regular human girl that stumbled upon you and your pack? Would you have me murdered? Have me sold into bondage?"
He pulled the car over to the right shoulder of the street. He turned the ignition off and sat for an immeasurable amount of time. With the help of the bond, I can feel entirely what he thought—confusion, regret, shame, guilt, anger, and a mix of other emotions. But oddly, given the context of our conversation, love seemed to be the most dominant emotion.
I watched intently as his shoulders relaxed and his aura simmered down. I knew how quickly his temper flared, and I didn't say what I said to upset him but only to make him understand how ridiculous and outdated that rule and punishment were.
He inhaled a deep breath.
His piercing eyes bore a hole in me.
"First off, I do not sit idly and watch anything happen. If you haven't noticed, my pack and I have gone through an uphill struggle to ensure your safety. Have you seen any human enslaved people walking around my estate? Have you had the opportunity to see anyone murdered since your stay?" He paused as I shook my head. " There are horrors in the human world and the supernatural one. As much as I may want to charge in and demand some rules be changed, it can't happen that way. Any remarkable change is derived from chaos and dysfunction; we must bide our time. Make small ripples in a sea of broken dreams and stolen lives. And Helena, anything worth having is worth fighting for." He grabbed my chin in his callous hands before finishing. "But make no fucking mistake, I do care, and most importantly, I would never let anything happen to you. I have told you before that you are quite simply my life."
Before I could respond, his lips were crushing mine, and every fiber in my body heeded his call. To his touch, I closed my eyes, relishing in the absolute delight of his complex and rough hands caressing my body softly as if I was as fragile as a preserved flower. I knew my rage wasn't fair. I've shared my whole life and experienced death with this man. How could I have ever doubted him in such a manner?
Shame
I broke our kiss and rested my forehead against his. I tipped my head up so I could look into his eyes. I could hear his breathing mirroring my very own.
" I-"
Boom
Something collided with us from the rear, and the impact made my head whip forward, crashing into the dashboard. I was aware of a sharp ringing in my ear as I tried to shake my head. I felt warm liquid running down the side of my face and a horrible ass pain located at the corner of my hairline.
"Ow," I mumbled.
"Who the fuck are these motherfuckers?" I heard Elijah yell, but to me, it sounded more like faint humming in a loud hallway. "Helena, we have to get out of here very quickly. I need you to hold on tightly and don't fucking go to sleep. You might have a concussion-'' His words were cut off, followed by an agonizing scream.
I tried to jerk my head up as fast as I could, but my neck felt stiff as a board, but nothing could or would have prepared me for what I saw once I finally did. A silver arrow was going through the back of the seat and into Elijah's chest. His eyes were barely open, and as he tried to talk, blood dripped from the side of his mouth—blood leaked from his chest like a faucet was attached to his arteries.
I screamed!
And this was no typical scream as if I saw a vicious dog or round a corner and saw a scary figure. No, this was a scream. One born out of heartache and the pain of knowing he was lost to me now. I was...
Empty?
The literal feeling of my heart breaking was all I remembered as hooded figures encased me.
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