Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers

  Dark Layers

  (Volume 2)

  About - Dark Layers

  (Volume 2)

  Your obsession lives on.

  Haunted by her desires and abandoned because of her innocence, Anile is forced to face the waking day solo. Elijah has left her infinitely and utterly alone. His absence grows painfully inside her.

  Elijah is also struggling with his feelings. He's trying to balance his dark possessing desires and his emotional connection to Anile, but at what cost?

  Anile may have hope of rekindling her obsession but how long does she have to wait? And what games will she be forced to endure to prove her trust to Elijah?

  While suffering mental pain because of Elijah's tormented past, Anile fights on. She will struggle throughout the coming weeks but she has hope that she can save Elijah from his dark self.

  Is he worth her humanity, her innocence, her personal identity?

  First published in Great Britain in 2014 by AmazonThis edition published worldwide in 2014 by - writer/author, A L Gray

  Written by A L Gray

  Copyright© 2014

  by A L Gray

  All rights reserved.

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  Writer and owner, Anita Leanne Gray, in England.

  Copyright© February 2014

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  Dedication

  I want to solely dedicate Volume 2 to a man that has taken me on as his own daughter. Peter, you and I don't always see eye to eye but I know you love me, as I do you. I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. You have supported me, you have helped me with all my goals in life and I am forever grateful. No one has ever taken care of me the way you have. I will love you always - as my father.

  Forever in my Memory

  A Personal Line Dedication To My Dear Friend you know why

  - my angel in the sky -

  HARRY, I will never forget you and I will love you forever

  He goes right for it.

  ;-)

  Table of Contents

  Fitchers Bird - Part Three

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Fitchers Bird - Part Four

  CONTINUED

  IT WAS NOT LONG before the man came back from his journey, and the first things which he asked for were the key and the egg. She gave them to him, but she trembled as she did so, and he saw at once by the red spots that she had been in the bloody chamber. "Since thou hast gone into the room against my will," said he, "thou shalt go back into it against thine own. Thy life is ended." He threw her down, dragged her thither by her hair, cut her head off on the block, and hewed her in pieces so that her blood ran on the ground. Then he threw her into the basin with the rest.

  TO BE CONTINUED

  Chapter One

  I SIT FOR HOURS contemplating my decisions for the future; I have no idea how my life has spiralled out of control so rapidly. Desire, obsessions, lust, they are all dangerous in the right situation and I have succumb to them all.

  Elijah has locked me in this room - The Verboten Room. He demanded I stay and await his driver to take me home. I have no choice but to wait, alone. I gather my clothes and dress myself on wobbly legs, hoping I will not have to wait much longer.

  All senses of erotica left with Elijah. All that's left is the sheer coldness of the grey stone walls. They are lifeless, dead even, and it feels as though nothing has ever lived in here – the sinister aura I sense is almost too much to bear. Elijah told me that he sometimes sleeps in here. I find it hard to believe that someone would sleep in such an aloof place, but, Elijah is cold - his emotions match the grey stone walls.

  I pace around the room unsettled, touching the instruments and sort of admire people who truly have the guts to take a leap and unleash their darkest desires. Everything reminds me of what BDSM would be like; the gags, that Basque, and even the white whips that I'm sure Elijah has beaten women with. The knives sort of freak me out, I cannot digest them.

  I wonder what makes people want to practice control within this environment? I have issues regarding my mother's illness and my father's evilness but I would never release my demons in this kind of manner - would it even be safe for someone like me to test myself like this?

  Eventually I sit defeated in my pool of thoughts and wonder, maybe I truly am the problem here; it's not normal for women of my age to be virgins, is it?

  The door knocks, instantly grabbing my attention.

  "Miss Gooden, is it okay to enter?" Elijah's driver asks in a low distant voice through the thick solid door. Thank God!

  I walk and stand beyond the threshold annoyed.

  "There is no need to enter. Please could you take me home?"

  He unlocks the door and the loud click of the key echoes throughout the room, causing a sensation of uneasiness to pool around inside my body.

  "Of course, Miss." He gestures with pity. He knows what has happened, I know he does. His eyes are full of rue; his face tells me that he's truly sorry for what has happened to me. I shake myself clean of this tarnished memory and walk out of this erotic yet sinister room.

  I walk through the small purple lobby with the knives above the doors and into the vast hall with my head held high. It's so dark in here. I gaze up, desperate for some light; all I can see are the low red lights that are perfectly hung high on the walls. The sweeping staircase, the stunning wooden panelling, the artwork, it's all purblind to me. The red lights show me to the exit so I walk a little faster. Elijah's driver follows from behind me. He's quiet, and rightfully so.

  While walking through the dark Masonic lobby, I see the Aphrodite mannequin dressed women on their rounded white pedestals. Their pedestals are low lit with white neon lights below their feet - their light does not fill the hall though, it only illuminates their appearance. All twelve of them stare dumbfounded at my escorted exit, and I am now the one who stares with pity - not them. These poor, poor programmed courtesan women will be ruined without even realizing. A wrenching ache fills my chest when I see their expressions of sadness - I need to get out of here, now!

  Once we reach the huge double front doors, I almost take one last glance at the house of hell but I immediately stop myself. This is ludicrous and I'm better than this - so are all the women stuck or forced inside and I only wish I could help them, but I know better.

  I push the doors open and stumble outside onto the stoned driveway. I inhale deeply while clutching at my knees. The country air is fresh, revitalizing. I need this; I need to feel the open space. It's cold and damp out here, the evening air is bone deep, and it sends a deep chill down my spine. I stand up straight and wrap my arms around myself. The dawn is upon us, I can almost feel the warmth from the sun. I raise my fa
ce to meet the sun, I inhale again.

  The driver opens the back passenger door for me. I breathe a chest heavy *sigh* and take my last few steps from this dark memory. I slide in and relish in the safety of the car. The smell of lemon polish lingering on the leather seats hits me like a ton of bricks.

  "Elijah." I whisper to myself. I feel my eyes well up. I cannot believe this is really happening.

  The driver gets in and steals a quick glance in my direction. I smile weakly at him. I'm grateful, utterly, utterly grateful that he came for me. Now I never have to look back, I never have to see this horrid house ever again. I can move forward and make some serious decisions regarding my life - firstly, I need to stop being so damn naive.

  Once we enter London, to me, everything seems different. It's not busy because it's the early hours in the morning and everything appears clear and focused, but the life that should ooze from the great city seems non-existent; or maybe it just seems this way because of how I feel. I watch the few people that are still wondering the streets – seeing myself in them all - and wonder if they have ever been in this situation, if they have ever been so taken with a man that they would ultimately try and do anything, no matter how frightened they were? Some probably have, some probably haven't, but, I know I will never find someone who would speak of such things because, I wouldn't, I'm too ashamed, and I imagine others in my predicament would feel ashamed to. It's strange how we see ourselves in others so easily - even strangers - especially when we are feeling low.

  We arrive at my apartment and I'm thankful, appreciative. My dark and clouded memories can stay at bay for a while because I'm now disconnected from Elijah and hopeful that I can temporarily erase him from my mind. I doubt I will be successful though - I know within no time at all I will be forcing myself back to fight for my job. But hope is a gift to us all, and it keeps us going I suppose.

  This is not like me but rude or not, I get out of the car without so much as a thank you. I now feel safe, I'm home. London is cold, colder than the countryside - strangely so. While I watch Elijah’s driver pull away from the curb, I now feel bad for not expressing any gratitude to him for collecting me from that horrible house. Because he has a connection to Elijah, I'm childishly taking my anger out on him in perfect woman form - indefinite silence.

  I turn shaking my head, appalled at Elijah but mostly at myself. I should never have given him such power over me for the sake of some information that I probably would have gotten out of him over time. Patience is a virtue - I only wish I knew this before. Although I was not fully acquainted with my patience, I am acquainted with this - I believe that we people are all solely responsible for our own choices. People can influence us but in the end, we walk along the path we choose alone. We have to accept the consequences to our decisions and actions, deeds, words and thoughts throughout our lifetime - I intend on doing this to become a stronger woman.

  I wrap my arms around myself for some comfort while I take the lift up to my apartment. The travel from that house of hell thankfully starts to become a blur. I slowly open my apartment door and stand staring in a daze. It feels like forever since I was here. One day can seem like a lifetime and I never understood that quote before. The scent of flowers still lingers in the air - I smile appreciatively, knowing that the flowers make this feel like home to me.

  Falling into the comfort of my sofa, I ponder over my own thoughts and decisions and wonder what I should do; what would a strong independent woman do? Firstly, I need to find a new job - God that will take forever! How the hell will I land a well paid job without a referee? I should march back to Dark fucking Lawyers and demand a new position - away from Elijah! No, I cannot do that - can I? I glance at my watch and notice it's five-thirty a.m. - hmmm? He did say that I have to leave my job but I wonder what he would do if I just show up unannounced? He cannot actually sack me on the grounds of being a virgin!

  I quickly find my briefcase and search for my contracts. Maybe I should glance over them and see how I feel. While reading over the NDA, I confuse myself further. All these cryptic references play dirty tricks with my innocent mind. Personal relationship; who the hell does he think he is?

  "Ugh, this is so frustrating!" I admonish myself while grasping my hair with vexed fingers.

  Should I sign the contracts and just go to work or should I admit defeat? Sign the damn papers and shove them in his Bastard mouth!

  I smile weakly at myself, feeling sort of okay for the first time since last night. I'm smart, witty and most of all, hard working; why should I let the likes of him do me out of my job? I know being around him will be difficult but isn't being an adult accepting everything hard and learning from your mistakes? Yes it is. I should try to keep my job - I earned it, fair and square.

  Before getting ready, I open my briefcase once more. I take out my university graduation present that my mother gave me. It's a gold Mont Blanc pen, and means everything to me; it's the last thing she ever gave me before my father put her away. The sheer thought about where she is makes me shiver inside, so I quickly erase the thought of her from my mind.

  I shake my head feeling ardour while staring at the contracts. I want to mentally remember this moment - it will be worth remembering when Elijah sees me sat at my desk - he will look like a wet kipper! I laugh at the thought. Eventually, I sign the contract and the NDA with everything I have. My signature on the NDA comes out a little messy which annoys me but it's done now, there is no turning back. I place the contracts neatly in my briefcase. I go to get showered and try to conjure up the courage for yet another mentally stressful day. I also decide to play by the rules; white it is - white suit, shirt and shoes. My scarf is red but I have to keep some of my personal identity! I will give that Bastard 'what for' if he even tries to take me down. There must be some kind of Law to protect me - he cannot actually sack me on the grounds of being sexually inexperienced. Oh I have the most amazing thought; how delicious would it be if there is a Law protecting me and Mr. Idiot Darks created it! That would be too entertaining.

  I have had absolutely no sleep, but adrenaline is pumping through my veins, thankfully keeping me functional. I neatly tie my crazy blonde hair back, restraining it with more means than necessary. I walk out of my bedroom and into my hall. I stare at myself in the mirror. Whoa - my pale face would raise the dead! I need blusher - and lots of it!

  Once I'm ready, I set my legs in motion for work.

  As soon as I walk out of my ground floor lobby, the cool spring air hits my face. I'm thrilled by the cleansing feeling, but it's a little chilly - the cold morning breeze still feels bone deep. I was expecting a sunny warm day but I'm miserably mistaken. I take a huge gulp of air and confidently move one step in front of the other through London, mentally goading myself - I will be damned if I cannot control my working life. I will not let an overbearing masochistic Bastard try to bring me down into submission.

  Stepping into the smelly underground, I gaze at every person that passes me. I wonder how many of them suffer with an emotionless personality; how many have been through what Elijah has been through? Too many... probably. My head involuntarily rocks at the thought.

  The train is thankfully here. I quickly barge my way on and get seated. I feel - and probably look - too nervous. I pull my I Pad free from my briefcase and start searching random crap to mentally distract myself.

  A man with a kind face full of laugh wrinkles takes a seat next to me. He looks friendly, dressed in a nice blue suit - blue, the colour of loyalty. I smile fondly.

  "The angel has arrived." He jokes, instantly grabbing my attention.

  "Sorry?" I frown while gazing at him.

  "You are completely dressed in white. You look like an angel." He smiles warmly at me.

  "Thank you Sir that is... kind of you."

  "You are very welcome. I must say, it is nice to see someone famous under normal conditions for once."

  "Sorry - what do you mean?"

  He looks at me confused and the
train arrives at my destination, so I have no more time to ask questions about his bizarre statement.

  "It was nice meeting you." I mutter while rising to my feet.

  He nods his head as a kind gesture and I leave feeling confused by his comment.

  I take my time walking to work but the journey destination is inevitable. Once I see the huge black and white sign for Darks Lawyers, my tummy plummets. Penetration, this is mental penetration! God damn that company - God damn Elijah!

  Can I really do this? Yes you bloody can; get your arse in there and show him that he does not own you!

  As soon as I set foot through the revolving doors, I'm taken back by everyone's eyes that are piercing into me. What the hell is going on? I wonder while lowering my head. Maybe it's because I'm un-characteristically dressed?

  I finally reach the safety of the lift. I release the breath I was holding while stepping inside. I fall limp against the steel wall - jeez this is going to be harder than I anticipated. The lift flies me up in double time, or at least it seems that way. I start to pace, thinking I have made a mistake – I feel as though I have rushed this.

  "Oh why didn't I just leave it a few days? Me and my control issues!" I moan.

  I reach my work level and as soon as the lift's solid steel doors open, Jezebel has her daggering eyes locked on me. I ignore her compelling stare, slam my signed contracts on her reception desk and quickly walk into my office.

  "Fucking bitch!" I snap under my breath. I am in no mood for her!

  My office is as it was - I smile fondly. Wuthering Heights is still positioned on the grand dark wooden book case. My desk is still positioned in the centre of my office, overpowered by the Mac that rests nicely to the right. The city vista is still compelling. I gaze appreciatively while I touch the soft cream curtains. The only thing that has changed in here are the flowers. White roses are positioned in every corner, bedded in cream plant pots. The pots are made from grey stone, they look very Greek.