A/N: Worst title ever I know.... Looking for somthing good to listen to during this chapter? Try Famous Last Words': The Show Must Go On.. :D
*Nyx P.O.V.*
We sat in the basement for hours, just playing truth or dare. Raven had dared Tate to let Pandora put makeup on him. He now had a wash cloth pressed against his face, struggling to scrub of the girly features. Pulling the wash cloth away from his face, and a large black blob laid beneath his eyes. We all began to howl with laughter, and he glared at all of us, giving the harshest look to Raven.

"I wouldn't be laughing that, because, now, it's my turn, and I am out for revenge. Alex, truth or dare." He growled the last word. Pandora tossed Tate a small pocket mirror so he could remove the blackness from his face.

"Dare." Alex said bluntly breaking the silence.

"Perfect." Tate grinned. "I dare you and Raven to kiss for thirty seconds." The two girls mouths dropped and I giggled as quietly as I could.

"NO. FREAKING. WAY. TATE." Raven yelled.

"Okay then." Tate stood up and reached into his back pocket. "Time for the the chicken consequence." I must have looked extremely confused because Pandora spoke.

"The chicken consequence is basically the consequence you get for backing out of a dare. Ours is the darer, Tate, gets to cut the chicken, or in this case, chickens, hair." From Tates pocket emerged a small pocket knife and he walked to the two girls. Alex and Raven at the almost same time reached up to grab their hair. Alex ran to Raven and shoved her pink lips against Ravens light red ones.

As Tate and Pandora counted down, my vision slowly became ringed with gray and their voices faded. All life in my body seemed to seep through my hands. Suddenly, it felt as somebody shoved their hands into my chest. A voice, similar to my own, erupted through my head.

You killed them.

For a moment, I was sure that my heart stopped. As the girls broke away I spoke smiling weakly. "Hey Raven, where is your bathroom?" She pointed up to the ground floor. Perfect. I could get away easily. I jumped up and called out a thanks and ran from the basement. The party was still going strong and I swore there was twice as many kids here now. The music was much louder and I almost forgot where the front door was. I pushed my way through drunk and dancing people, and teenagers sucking each others faces. I gasped as the hands in my chest grabbed my lungs and the voice spoke again.

You killed them. They died because of you. You are nothing.

I almost stopped but as soon as the voice quieted I fled from the house. The voice in my head laughed. I ran as fast as I could, running from everything, or trying to. Once I ran down most of the block, my lungs gave out. I fell, scraping my knee badly. Someone picked me up and set me in the yard next to me. They flipped me onto my back and faced them. Tate smiled weakly. I tried to shove air down my throat as he placed his hand on my leg.

"Nyx, I going to grab your phone, don't freak out." He reached behind and pulled out my phone from my back pocket. "Who do you want me to call? 911?" I shook my head, that would only bring more attention to me. Then the media would get involved and that would be the end of me. The hands in my chest tightened their grip on my lungs.I could see Tate trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear him over the voice in my head. I shut my eyes as he brought the phone to his face.

Of course you don't want the media finding out! Because then, it would only be short time before they found out you killed your parents. What you said to them as they left. All they ever did was love you, but you killed them. You are worthless.

I banged my head back into the grass clenching my eyes shut. I had to get the voice to stop. I kept hitting the back of my head into the ground, putting more and more force into it as I continued.

"Nyx! Stop! Please! You are okay! I am here! I called Andy and he said he would be here soon. He sounded... weird on the phone, but I guess everyone does. Just stop hurting yourself." Tate put his hands on my shoulders. I let out a scream. Tate looked scared and shocked. I broke his grip and rolled over so my face was in the grass. I slammed my face down into the hard ground, hearing something pop in my nose as I did.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T KILL THEM! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I yelled into the night air. Why the boy next to me wasn't running and calling insane asylums, I didn't know. Tate turned me back to face him and pulled my up into his lap. He shushed me lightly and whispered into my ear.

"I think... I didnt think its possible, it goes against everything I believe.. You made my heart beat again... Maybe just once, but liked the feeling of it." He leaned over me and pressed his lips against mine. I grabbed his shirt and tried to push him away. He wasn't helping with my breathing. I pushed my lips up to get him off. Tate just deepened the kiss. That's when I heard it, the purr of an Indy Motorcycle. Andy didn't ride motorcycles, he despised them. It was a miracle I had one. That's when I realized who it was, and why "Andy" sounded weird on the phone. Ashley came closer, just not fast enough. Tate moved his hands so they were cupping in my face pulling me closer. I was beginning to become light headed and weaker than I already was. I placed my hands flat against his chest and pushed him upward and he pulled away only slightly. The large Indy Bike pulled up the front tire going over the curb. Ashley climbed off and grabbed Tate.

"What in fucks name are you doing to my Nyx?" I was flattered but now wasn't the time. The two growled and stared at one another. Ashley bent down and grabbed me and my phone. He climbed on the bike setting my in front of him and slipping my phone into his vest. He pulled away and kissed the back of my head while he drove to his house. Then it sunk in, Ashley came to get me... Why didn't Andy answer? Where was Andy? Did something happen to him too? We pulled up to Ashley's street and he slowed and parked outside his house. He picked me up and carried me into his house. He shut the door behind him, and laid me on the black leather couch in his living room. He stood next to me and touched my face lightly. I had started breathing again, I was almost to a normal pace again.

"Ash, my knee." He walked to the light switch and flicked it. The bright light filled the space and I squinted.

"Jesus Nyx!" I sat up and looked down. There was a thick line of blood trailing from my knee and into my shoe. My shoe and sock had blood deep in them. I sighed and Ash led me upstairs. He took me into what I presumed was his room. I had only been in his living room and I had only been down there maybe 3 times. I guess I stopped moving just staring at his room because he came back and grabbed my hand. He took me into the master bath and I noticed them tub was filling up. I felt extremely awkward very quickly. "Take off your socks and shoes and put your feet in the tub and sit on the side tub." I listened to him and he took my bloodied articles and put them somewhere else. He came back, placing a large first aid kit on the bathroom counter and threw me a washcloth. Ash walked to the tub and turned off the water. I scrubbed my leg, where the blood was caked. The water turned light red and I sighed. Ash emptied the tub.

"What did you mean I am yours?"

"Huh?" Ashley asked confused as I stepped from the tub.

"You said... 'What in fucks name are you doing to my Nyx?' What did you mean by that?" Ashley smiled.

"Oh, that. Well even if Andy won't let me have you, you are still mine." He grabbed my waist and plopped me on the tile counter. He ripped open a gauze pack with his teeth and took out an ace bandage. He placed the gauze tightly to my wound and I winced. He wrapped the gauze with the ace bandage, finishing the job kissing my knee. I laughed.

"So who was the guy kissing you?" Ash questioned.

"This guy Alex introduced me too..." I trailed off. I think... I didnt think its possible, it goes against everything I believe.. You made my heart beat again... Maybe just once, but liked the feeling of it. Tate's voice echoed in my mind.

"Well, I don't want you kissing him again. Cause you are mine." Ashley kissed my lips carefully. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me into his room and threw me onto his bed. I became a giggling mess, I sounded five. He chuckled and held out his hands and came towards me slowly, wiggling his fingers. "I am going to tickle you until you promise to kiss me and only me." I laughed and scooted farther up his bed.

"Don't even think about it..." He came closer grinning like a fool. I squealed and rolled off his bed and crawled under it. "Now you can't get me!" He chuckled and reached for my hand. I pulled it away and smiled and exited from under the bed on the other side. I smiled and crawled onto the bed.

"Okay, fine I won't tickle you if you sleep in the bed with me and you kiss me." I sighed.

"Fine Ashley, just no tickling." He jumped onto the bed beside me and I slipped under the sheets and comforter. He laid on his side and kissed my nose. We laid there until sunrise. Kissing and talking.

"Ash?" He didn't respond. I opened my eyes to look at him. He had fallen asleep. I clambered out of the bed and put on a pair of his flip flops. I picked up his leather vest on the floor and pulled out my phone.

Andy: 34 missed calls and 26 voicemails.
Alex: Tate told me everything.
Alex: Come back to the party
Alex: Where are you?
Alex: 6 missed calls

Shit. Andy was going to murder me. I looked to Ash, who was starting to snore. I went down the steps and exited his house. I walked in silence back to my place. I stopped at the gas station, buying a Rockstar before contining up the street to what I knew was going to be hell.

Notes

OOOOO Tyx, or Nashley....

HOLY SHIT I JUST MADE SHIPS...
SO PROUD!! ^.^

Who do you think will win Nyx's heart?

Oh, ew that sounded weird...

Comment on whether you are a Tyx fangirl, or a Nashley fangirl... C:

CYA