Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers (23 page)

I swallow hard. "Okay, how do we do it?"

He gets to his feet and glides to the kitchen. He rummages through the draws and comes back to me. He's holding a small black handled potato peeling knife. He takes my hand, opening all my fingers. Horror rushes through me because I know he's going to cut me. Surprisingly though, he doesn't cut me, he places the knife in my palm. He loses his suit jacket and his waist coat. Holy hell he looks so damn good! His scent penetrates my nose as he throws his jacket and waistcoat over the back of the sofa.
Hmmm, Elijah!
He unties his hair and ruffles it with his hand. He sits back on the sofa, this time mirroring my position; he crosses his legs and smiles at me.

"Here, take my hand and cut a small hole. Not too deep though Anile."

"Elijah, I cannot do that." I frown. I'm so scared; I don't want to do this.

He cups my chin, "I trust you." He whispers while gazing into my eyes.

I swallow and desperately try to stop my hands from trembling. I take his hand and open it fully. I place the knife in position. I thrust the knife into his skin and blood gently escapes.

"Do you trust me to cut you? It's okay if you don't Princess." He says, still looking at me.

"I do trust you." I whisper. My breathing picks up to a dangerous speed.

He takes my hand. He opens it fully and surprisingly pulls it up to his mouth. He kisses my palm, gently. His lips cause a rush of ecstasy to fill my brain - his pheromone rushes to every inch of my mind. He pulls my hand to his chest level.

"Ready?"

I nod, not truly ready but I do trust him. He pushes down on the knife. It pierces my skin.

"Ouch." I wince.

Blood lightly breaks free. This is so fucking weird that I have hardly any words to explain what the hell we are doing! He takes my hand in his bleeding one. He closes our fingers around our palms. I can feel his blood against my cut; it feels so strange, and warm. Elijah closes his eyes and holds my hand extremely tight.

"Master, accept this pack with consequences to the failed one. Accept it as a reward to me, a reward for my dedication to you, my love for you. Accept it with knowledge that I dedicate myself to this blood pack. No one but you knows the consequence of breaking a binding blood pack."

He finishes and I hastily pull my hand free from his. What on earth was that? I clutch at my bleeding palm with my other hand, holding it close to my chest.

"Elijah, is it done?" I ask wide-eyed.

"It is Princess."

"Good, I want to ask you something." My tummy feels extremely tight. I feel strange.

"Well I guess I'm choosing a truth first then?" He smiles. I don't return his gesture; he has officially freaked me out.

"Are you a Freemason?" My words come known to me - I need to know, I'm desperate. "Remember to answer truthfully, and I get three questions to ask after you answer. If you are a Freemason, you must explain."

His eyes become impassive; his nostrils start to flare - shit he looks nervous.

"Yes." He says simply.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
I cannot breathe properly, yet my mouth is wide open. Although I knew he is a Freemason, I just was not expecting that!

He quickly cups my face - his touch is numb to me.

"Breathe Anile, breathe."

"Elijah, I-" I don't know what to say.

"Please do not look at me like that Anile. Remember, curiosity killed the cat."

"Is that a threat?" I snap. I hastily grab his hands and remove them from my face. I rise to my feet.

"No, of course it's not. Anile," he says frowning, "it's a figure of speech. You should not ask questions if you are not ready for the worst of answers."

I blink rapidly, wondering what the hell to say.

"Are you part of the Illuminati?"

"That is a question for another truth."

Still blinking, I wonder if he really is. This is Satanic shit, no wonder he is fucked up. Oh this poor man. I grit my teeth in hope that I don't cry.

"Yes it is - I'm sorry. My first question on the subject," I frown, "who made you become a Freemason?"

"Sit down and I'll tell you." He says with worried eyes.

I sit next to him. For the second time ever, I feel nothing from him. He has strangely shut down his vibes.

"My father made me join when I was eighteen."

My thoughts are confirmed; oh no, my poor baby!

"Why - how?"

"Are they your last two questions?"

Still blinking rapidly I manage to answer. "Um - yes."

"Promise you will not bolt, Anile. I have not committed myself to any rituals since I have met you, I swear."

Oh, that's good news. My pulse settles a little - maybe I can save him after all. Tears glaze my eyes a little; I know I will not like this. I feel so much pain for him, it weighs heavily on my chest.

"I swear I will not bolt, you have my word."

I will do everything in my willpower to stay with him. This is what it means to be with someone fully, to take everything they have and hope that you can save them, love them with every ounce of yourself.

"Can I take your hands? I need to feel close to you while I tell you this."

"I can do one better." I say. I slide over to him and sit in his lap. I don't want to see his pained face while he unloads this Devil Satanic stuff on me. He wraps his arms around my entire body. I feel safe, I feel so safe in his arms.

"When I turned eighteen, my father told me he had a surprise for me. He blindfolded me and drove me out to the woods. We were met with 'our leaders', our Freemason leaders, twelve of them - including Castor and my father. While I was still blindfolded, they performed the ritual without my consent - sacrificing my soul to Satin. My father performed the three threats of trust. Firstly, I had to sacrifice a loved animal. I hated every minute of it. My father brought my dog, Sancus. I had to kill him - please do not make me tell you how because I know it will hurt you Anile." He hugs me tighter.

Tears lightly make their way down my cheeks. This is so dark, so, so dark. I don't know if I want to hear anymore. I clutch at his shirt unknowingly.

"The second sacrifice was to be a human. My father tricked me into this, but I never actually pulled the trigger. Pun." He says kissing my forehead.

What does he mean by pun? Pulling the trigger is a figure of speech? It must be, surely if he actually killed someone he would be in jail?

"The third was the sacrifice of innocence; my first wife. Once I preformed all three threats of trust, I passed, therefore becoming an Enlightened one. They finished the ritual three months later - after I married - by holding a knife to my neck and that was their final threat to me. They told me that if I did not keep our community a secret there would be consequences. From thereon I have attended rituals every week - until I met you."

I gently peel myself away from him, peering up into his cold ice blue eyes.

"Elijah, do you feel - possessed?"

I know quite a lot about all this stuff, and I know that once you sell your soul to the Devil there is no going back - God will never forgive you.

He shakes his head firmly, "no, I do not go that deep Anile. I would have, but you somehow saved me from myself."

Oh my! I cannot help myself, I start to sob.

"Princess please do not cry. I'm okay." He says, cupping my face and trying desperately to pull my eyes to meet his.

"No wonder you came looking for me." I say, still sobbing.

"How right you are, you have saved me from myself Anile - that is why I need you."

I clutch at his waist, hugging him with everything I have. I cannot stop crying, so I sob lightly against him.

"Can you not stop? I mean, it's dark Elijah, you are better than that."

He sighs for a long while. He strokes my head tenderly.

"It is not that easy Anile. Once you commit yourself, you become a liability if you try to leave. They have rules, dangerous rules and now you are in my life, I cannot risk anything happening to you."

"Do not worry about me, I will not let them come between us."

"It is not just about them trying to come between us. It's more than that." He pauses for a second. "I think because I have not attended our weekly gatherings, that is why my father has returned."

I peer up at him. "Your father is evil Elijah, I sense it from him."

"I know." He says with hooded eyes.

"I won't let him hurt you, not anymore."

He presses his lips to my forehead and smiles.

"My turn," he says, "do you love me?"

Oh my sweet Dark soul, he needs confirmation that someone loves him. I nod my head against his chest, I cannot manage words.

"Tell me Anile - I need to hear you say it."

"I do, I do love you Elijah." I whisper.

He inhales deeply. I feel his chest harden. I cannot tell if he liked hearing that or not.

"Are you ready for a dare?" He says.

I frown, is he not going to return my gesture?

"Elijah, I just told you that I love you." I say sitting up straight. I gaze at him. Oh he did like that, I can see it in his warm crinkled eyes.

"Dare?" He says with raised eyebrows.

I don't further him, his haunted expression has gone and I will not be the one who brings it back.

"Dare." I say sweetly. "What do you want me to do?" I wipe my watery eyes and try my best to seem beatific.

"I'm going to leave now, I will text you."

"Whoa, what? You cannot leave; I thought you were staying the night?"

"Goodbye Anile." He says, smiling with a hint of desire in his eyes.

He gets to his feet and strides past me. He doesn't take his jacket, he just walks right out of my apartment without so much as one word.

I'm gobsmacked, utterly gobsmacked.

My phone pings within minutes. The Cirque De Soleil have paid a surprise visit. I rush to the floor, I'm on all fours trying desperately to find my phone. I unlock the screen with hasty fingers - I'm dying to know what he says.

From: Elijah

I dare you to strip and wear only my waist jacket. Take a photo of yourself lying on the floor with your legs open and send the photo to me. x

Holy fuck! My mouth is agape; I cannot do that - can I?
The punishment is worse Gooden!
Shit! I stand tall, excited yet nervous. He will be able to see my sex all the damn time! Oh no, this is taking things too far!

I throw my phone on the sofa - here goes nothing. I nervously strip, removing my shirt first. I feel desire pool around in my tummy - his craving for me never gets old. He must be going out of his mind with sexual tension. At least he has relieved me of my tension, his tongue and hands are delicious, especially all over my body. I unclasp my bra and my swollen breasts fall free. I accidently touch my nipple with trembling fingers. Oh my, that feels good. I peer around my apartment because I feel eyes on me. There is no one there, I just feel this way because I want to touch myself. I grasp my nipple between my index finger and my thumb. I roll my fingers over my tender nipple. A strange pang hits my clitoris and I immediately stop.

"What the hell am I doing?" I gasp. I grab my forehead in a daze - this is crazy.

I quickly remove the rest of my clothing, ripping my panties off and tossing them aside. I grab his waist jacket. I smell it - hmmm, Darks flu. I slowly slide the jacket up my arms, relishing in the soft expensive material. I fix some dvd's on my coffee table so I can position my phone. I set my phone on a photo shot timer and fall to the ground and lay on my back - ironic really because this is all I seem to be good for lately! I flash a filthy grin and in a last minute ditch attempt, I grab my breast as the camera goes off. I smile so viciously as I grab my phone to see the photo. Oh my God! I never really took the time to look at myself in such a way. Yuk, I look like a stripper! I quickly push send before I change my mind - I will not have him kissing another woman!

He replies instantly.

From: Elijah

If only you could see my face ;-)

Oh my God, he sent a wink. I smile while hugging my phone. This is so good, almost as good as an orgasm. I cannot contain my smile!

Another text comes through.

From: Elijah

I dare you to touch yourself. x

To: Elijah

One dare at a time. You will waste them otherwise. Keep that photo safe please x

From: Elijah

Princess, I have already stored it away safely. No one will get their greedy eyes on your beautiful pussy without consequences. Do the dare. x

Jesus, this man is so insatiable! I bite down too hard on my bottom lip and make it bleed. We have not even had sex and I'm on the edge, addicted! Fuck me when we finally make love I will never escape him! I am so damn horny, I think I will touch myself, I think I will try to relieve this tension he has now created. But first - a little teasing.