Death By My Hand - 1820 (The Past)
Nov 8, 2014 13:34:17 GMT -6
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Post by Elijah Mikaelson on Nov 8, 2014 13:34:17 GMT -6
Time stops and stands still
Each day seems like a year,
I'm lost and can't be found in this darkness,
I lay dying cold, empty and alone.
It holds me down and won't let go,
There is no escaping it; it consumes me until there's nothing left,
I may look fine but on the inside I'm full of death.
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It was like he felt his entire world had fallen from his feet. Everything froze in that single moment. The door creaked open. His breath caught in his throat. Silence. A deathly eerie silence. Almost as though it were in slow motion Elijah scurried across the floor to the tub that he had left Celeste in before going to seek his brother. Her lifeless body lay still as a statue below the surface, a glass sheet between them "Celeste" he mumbled through his lips.
Reaching into the water gently raising her from her watery grave. Tears stung his eyes as he let them fall. He could not stop them. "Celeste" he cried again, his voice hoarse and whimpering.
She was gone.
Her body was still warm in his hands. She looked like she was just asleep, but yet her eyes full of fear as she had fought for her life. Elijah had only seen her less than an hour ago and now here she lay in his arms - dead. Elijah pulled her body from the tub, the water still warm to the skin.
Slumping to the floor with Celeste cradled in his arms as he rocked back and forth gently. His voice hitched and trapped in his throat as he reached across the floor for a blanket and draped it over her cooling body. Tears streaked down his cheeks as the water soaked into his own clothes.
His brother's words echoed in his ears, and finding out that the townspeople were rounding up the witches in the French Quarter. But he did not know how they had found out that Celeste was a witch. Elijah had never cared for anyone so much, and now she was gone.
It has been his fault, he had caused her death. Celeste's blood was on his hands.