Thank you for all reviews, favs and alerts :) I'm not completely sure yet will this story reach the present time, but if it won't, I might write a sequel. There are going to be a lot of twists before that, all the relationships are going to be complicated.
Bridgette didn't move when Klaus closed the door behind him, she stayed on the floor in case he would come back. Elijah didn't move either or said a word; it took a moment before she realized that her hands were still rubbing his feet. She had definitely messed everything up, now besides everything else, she owed him. He had probably heard her conversation with Klaus and for some reason decided to help her. At least that was what she hoped; she didn't think that she should breathe a sigh of relief just yet, his act had been almost too convincing.
Who knew what he was going to do to her. Finally she forced herself to look up and met his gaze, he signaled her to stay quiet by placing his index finger on his lips. His face was blank when he stood up and held out his hand for her, helping her to her feet. She looked at him cautiously when he picked up a silence spell bag from his pocket and handed it to her. Somehow she managed to sound calm when she cast the spell, although she definitely wasn't feeling calm.
"Well," he said when she was finished. "You certainly know how to get yourself in trouble."
She swallowed and forced herself to look at him.
"Why did you help me?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"You are welcome."
"Thank you," she said quickly. "I…appreciate what you did, but I would like to know…"
"What I want in return?" he finished.
He sighed and put his boots back on.
"Well, that foot massage was a nice start," he stated humorlessly.
"Alright," she said without hesitation. "I can do that, I have given massages before. Where do you want me to start…"
"That was a joke," he interrupted her using the same humorless tone.
"Oh…" she muttered tensely. "Funny."
He certainly had a strange sense of humor… She was nervous, but she tried her best for not to show it, she wanted to know what to expect. His behavior confused her, few hours ago he had been angry at her for touching him and now he had helped her. Surely not for free, but what could he want from her ? Maybe his act hadn't really been an act; maybe he was still angry at her and wanted to punish her.
Well, that wouldn't be anything she wouldn't have undergo before, she could take humiliations. The part about him being sick of being used and betrayed by women certainly hadn't been a lie; Bridgette knew that many men wanted to take their anger and frustration out on someone. She had been used as a surrogate many times by men who were angry at their mother or their wife, but who were too much of cowards to face their problems. It was much easier to pay a coin and take it all out on filthy prostitute.
There had been a one man who had actually made her to wear his dead mother's dress, get on her knees and beg for his forgiveness while he had been kicking and hitting her. Apparently his mommy had been mean to him. Bridgette clenched her fists and waited for Elijah to say what he wanted, she tried to brace herself for the worst. He looked at her calmly and crossed his arms.
"What did you hear?" he asked.
For a moment she was confused.
"My brother's conversation, what did you hear?"
She had hoped that he wouldn't ask that, she still couldn't lie to him.
"Few things," she muttered tensely.
His face remained callous.
"I am afraid I must insist you to be more specific."
There was no use to fight, the words escaped her lips whether she wanted it or not.
"Kol fed Liliya his blood and now she is addicted to it."
Elijah's eyes widened, he seemed genuinely surprised.
"I see. Is that all?"
"No, Klaus is now feeding her his blood in order to control her addiction. She does not know any of this because he has used compulsion on her."
"Hmm," Elijah muttered, he didn't seem pleased.
Bridgette looked at him tensely, she hadn't have time to really process the information she had heard, everything had happened so quickly after Klaus had caught her.
"Is that all you are going to say?" she snapped before she managed to stop herself.
He looked surprised.
She knew that she should definitely keep her mouth shut, especially since she still didn't know what he was going to do to her, but this was just too much.
"She is a 15-years-old girl, your brother took her from her home, made her an orphan and has treated her like some kind of pet and now your other brother made her addicted to his blood and all you are saying is hmm? What is wrong with you?"
His eyebrows furrowed, she was pretty sure that she had gone too far, but she wasn't standing back, she was too angry. That didn't happen very often, especially in situations like this.
"What would you like me to say?" he asked callously.
"Why is my lord asking me?" she huffed. "What would your stupid human know?"
His expression tensed.
"If I would not have convinced my brother that you are harmless, we would not be having this conversation now," he stated coolly. "Is gratitude a completely foreign concept to you?"
"Thank you," she snapped. "Thank you, thank you, a million times thank you! I can get back on my knees if that is what you…"
She didn't have time to finish her sentence when he grabbed her and pushed her angrily against the wall. That hurt a little.
"Enough," he growled.
He actually growled, his eyes were filled with something so intense that she was definitely smart enough to be afraid. Why hadn't she just kept her mouth shut?
"I am sorry…" she started as calmly as she could, although she didn't think that would help, judging by his look she had really angered him. "Please forgive…"
It took a second before she realized what was happening when he muffled the rest of her sentence with a kiss. She was too stunned to react; his kiss wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either, it was determined, a kiss of a man who was taking what he wanted. Why? Why would he want to kiss her? His arms were around her, pulling her as close to him as possible. She felt his tongue touching her lips, but she kept her mouth firmly closed until she had to open it in order to breathe.
What was he doing? Was he playing some kind of game with her? He probably wanted to show his domination over her. The thought really angered her; he had no right to do this without her permission. She tried to push him away, but suddenly her feet didn't touch the floor anymore, the next thing she noticed was that she was on her back on the sofa and he was on top of her, still kissing her. Her first feeling was panic, she was trapped and she couldn't breathe. Normally she would have been able to control herself, but now she was completely unprepared.
She felt his hands touching her, this was really happening. Maybe he was angry and repulsed by her, but he was still going to take her body. Clearly it didn't matter what she wanted, but there was no point trying to fight him, he was stronger than her. Her mind accepted the whole situation quickly and did what it could to help her. She wouldn't cry, she never did, instead she went somewhere far away. She barely noticed when he suddenly stopped kissing her and raised his head. She met his gaze and looked at him callously, his mouth floundered open and closed before he jumped to his feet.
"I am so sorry," he muttered running his fingers through his hair. "Are you…alright?"
"Sure," she replied and got into a sitting position. "I suppose I deserved to be put back in my place."
"What, no. I did not…"
He seemed so distressed that for a moment she almost felt sorry for him.
"I am sorry, I have no idea what got into me, I am not…that person."
They were both quiet for a while; she picked up the wine goblet he had placed on a small table next to the sofa and took a long gulp.
"I am sorry…"
"No need to worry, I have been through much worse," she muttered. "I am a whore, remember?"
"That is not how I see you," he said tensely. "I would never…" He paused and sighed.
She wasn't sure what to say, there was no point talking about it anymore. She had pushed him too far and he had reached his limit, it was as simple as that. In the end she had got off very lightly, he could have done something much worse.
"I will do what I can for Liliya," he said. "I want you to stay out of it and I would advice you not to draw my brother's attention like that again."
"Yes, thank you. May I go to sleep?"
"Yes, of course," he muttered.
She controlled herself perfectly again when she stood up and walked to the door.
"Good night, my lord."