Ashlandil

I had never run away from a mortal before, but I ran away from Geneva. I left her standing there in the rain, by herself, a still-stunned expression on her face.
I had been a coward, but I hadnt known what else to do.
I frowned, hearing an angry shriek suddenly radiate through the hallways as I made my way to the hotel room, soaking wet and wanting a change of clothes, my phone basically done for if I didn’t get something done for it quickly.
I heard something smash, and then were was the general sound of destruction. I froze, turning to the right where Kenali's room was located on the corner.
What the hell?
Was she okay?
I looked down the hallway to my left, seeing my room waiting invitingly for me, the hot shower and warm clothes almost more tempting then anything else.
I looked over again as a door was suddenly wrenched open, and Kenali stepped out, her eyes blazing brightly.
Uh oh.
"Kenali?" I asked warily, seeing her hair move around her shoulders as she strode in my direction. Her eyes were intent, and she breezed past me as if she didn’t even see me, a charred smell left in her wake.
Shit!
I darted forward immediately, abruptly appearing in front of her at an impossible rate, bristling. She nearly stumbled into me, and her eyes rose to my face a split second before she tried to step around from me, her hair like flames as it lifted off her shoulders, the heat she was radiating almost unbearable.
The black veins were starting to creep into her face.
"Kenali, what's happened?" I demanded, seeing the black bruise didn’t look quite as bad as it did this morning.
"Kenali!" I snapped when she didn’t answer me, prowling back and forth as she tried to get past me to the elevator, practically exhaling smoke.
I wrapped my cold hands around her arms, and she hissed, the water stinging her skin.
I hesitated, but I didn’t let her go.
"Kenali, where are you going?"
"To kill her!" She snarled, and my brow furrowed.
"To kill who?"
"That wretched human! That meddling whore!"
I pursed my lips as I looked down at her.
Whatever had set her off, it had been serious. I had never seen her like this, and I doubted I would be able to contain her just by myself.
I hated to admit it, but she was stronger then me right now, despite the fact neither of us were feeding appropriately.
"Kenali, baby, why don’t we go back to your room?" I suggested gently, deciding that would be the best tactic. "We can talk about this."
"I don’t want to talk about it! I want to rip her head off her neck and feed her her own beating heart!"
Now she was starting to sound like me.
I withheld my chuckle, knowing I shouldn’t find it funny, and I pushed her back slightly, she shrinking away from the water dripping on my skin. I guided her back, my grip on her still sizzling, the heat from her quickly drying my clothes where they hung on me.
I kept backing her up, murmuring softly, her wild eyes flicking around.
Okay, I could do this, I could handle her.
Handling her gave me time to not feel the pain that was just waiting on the edge of my mind, stalking me.
Like it would for eternity.
I managed to back her into her room, her door still open where she'd left it. I let her go long enough to shut it behind me, noticing the broken pieces of expensive furniture in the room where it looked like she had gone into a rage.
Well, I guess I was going to have to pay for that, I sighed.
"Come, sit down," I cooed at her, guiding her over to the bed. I forced her to sit on the edge, and sat beside her, keeping a tight grip on her in case she decided to run from me.
"Now, what's going on?" I asked, stroking her rolling hair, the soft curls now completely straight, and changing colors before my eyes.
Vesuvius was the only other angel I'd ever known of that could wield hellfire, and he'd ended up destroying an entire island, killing thousands of people and then turning his own self into stone, completely consumed by his sins.
I didnt want that to happen to Kenali.
She had to calm down before she made another mistake like she had last night.
"Andy," she growled at me, her fingers flexing, nails looking more like talons now.
"What about Andy?"
"He --- he slept with Kennedi. I want to kill her!"
Oh.
I frowned, remembering them from last night. I hadn't actually thought that he would, not to Kenali, not since his angel was just SO in love with her.
I guess Andiel was just as shitty as the rest of us, huh?
It made me feel a little better, at least, knowing he wasn’t as perfect as everyone seemed to think he was.
However, his little tryst had apparently done to Kenali similar as to what had happened to me centuries ago.
She just needed to calm down.
Kenali abruptly stood, but I rose with her, circling her immediately.
"Oh, no you don’t," I muttered, my arms wrapping around her like steel. "No killing anymore humans. That's bad, remember?"
"Let go of me!" She hissed, sounding vicious, struggling against me. "I want to shred her skin!"
"I'm sure you do," I grunted, having a hard time holding her. I jerked her around and forced her face down against the bed, her nails shredding through the blankets and the mattress, and I grunted, fighting to hold her down, her shrieks angry and so high I doubted the humans could even hear them.
I sat on her back, pinning her hands against the mattress, huffing.
Jesus.
I was getting too old for this.
I glanced at my arm, seeing claw marks, blood running down my skin and dripping across hers.
She suddenly inhaled deeply, smelling it, and her hungry eyes abruptly latched onto the wounds.
She did seem to enjoy angel blood considerably more than anyone else I had ever met, especially since she detested the taste of human so much.
"Kenali, don’t you fucking dare," I hissed, seeing her lick her lips.
"Just a taste," she whispered, straining toward my skin. "Just for a second ---."
"No," I wrenched my arm away from her, my wounds already starting to heal. She gave a growl, somehow managing to wiggle around until she was facing me, rising up at me like a viper.
I struggled with her, my hand curling around her throat and forcing her back against the mattress again. I glanced at her shoulder where her shirt had come off, seeing the bruises still there from where Andy had bitten her the other night; it should have already healed by now, but my blood wasn’t strong enough to do the deed anymore,
I wasnt strong enough to hold her for long, either, which meant this was going to be a bad situation real quick unless I could get her to calm down.
She needed to calm down, because the guilt she would feel later if she murdered Kennedi would destroy her even more than the stranger in the alley.
She needed to cool off.
I leaned down, abruptly forcing my lips against hers, and she froze immediately against my body, bristling.
And then she was kissing me back so forcefully I was the one taken by surprise.
Her fingers suddenly knotted into my hair, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, a hungry groan tearing from her throat as she pulled me completely against her.
Oh fuck.
This wasnt where I'd meant this to go.
My plan was quickly evaporating.
I gasped, wrenching my lips away from hers, panting for breath, and her lips found my throat, pulling me immediately back against her, her arms wound so tightly around me I couldn’t pull away.
What the fuck? She was turning the tables on me!
"Kenali, no!" I rasped, feeling slightly panicked.
She would be so pissed at me if I slept with her like this.
"Yes," she whispered hotly in my ear, her teeth sharp against my skin, and I hissed as they broke the skin on my neck, my blood bubbling to the surface and rolling down my chest, her tongue not far behind.
Sweet god.
I closed my eyes in pleasure, feeling her shred my shirt off of me, the material falling away.
She lapped at my blood, her tongue finding its way back to the open wound, suckling. There was a pinch of pain, and I opened my eyes, clenching my hands in the sheets.
Control yourself, don’t give in --- I moaned, feeling her hand squeeze me through my jeans, my dick wanting to leap into her waiting hand so bad I thought my jeans were going to split open.
Fucking hell.
My claws abruptly tore through the blankets decorating the bed, and I lifted her up against me, my lips capturing hers. I ripped her shirt off of her, not caring if the material was ruined, and then jerked her jeans out of the way.
Her feverish eyes glowed up at me, and then her lips were at my throat again, biting deeper this time, reopening my wounds and causing pain to radiate through my shoulder. I hissed at her angrily, and grabbed her wrist, plunging my teeth into the thin skin and making her yowl.
There.
Now we were even.
Her blood burned my mouth it was so hot, and I grimaced.
I let her wrist drop from my lips, panting for breath as she squirmed beneath me, my blood running down her face and chest, hers dribbling from my lips still.
Fuck!
She crushed her lips against mine again, raking her claws down my chest, leaving burn marks against my flesh, and the pain sent me over the edge.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I sunk my teeth into her throat, and she gave a pained screech.
Fuck, I knew it hurt, that was the point.
She bucked under me, and jerked out of my grip, stronger then I had anticipated.
She clawed against me, writhing beneath my body, but I didnt let up, guzzling as much of her blood as I could manage before I became sick.
Her nails ripped through my back, shredding my skin, and I growled, jerking my teeth out of her neck at the awful pain.
She rolled, and I gasped in surprise as she forced me off of her like I was nothing. I landed hard on my back against the broken mattress, and she was abruptly straddling me, a furious snarl on her face, her blood running down her bare chest, fangs glinting in the lights.
God she'd never looked so delectable.
I tried to quell the lust, this wasn’t my plan. If I could weaken her enough where I could hold her, I could drag her to the shower and drench her in cold water, since she seemed so sensitive to It.
That was basically my only plan.
But it wasn’t working out like that.
I shifted my hips against hers, seeing the lust in her eyes, despite I'd just ripped her throat open.
I swallowed, starting to realize how in over my head I was with this.
Andy had set her off, and now I was having to clean up his fucking mess.
Fucking Andiel.
He always made a big scene out of everything and left others to clean it up, and he always came out of it smelling like a rose.
Motherfucker.
And he always ended up getting the girl too, I thought, raising my eyes to Kenalis, feeling the lust stir throughout my entire body.
My fingers flexed against her hips, her underwear the only clothing she still wore, and I was just itching to tear them off and ---.
Her lips crushed mine again, and her hands were working on getting my jeans open, the pain of her throat forgotten.
God, she was vicious when she was dark, I loved it.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, moaning as her fingers wrapped around my length, stroking it like it wasn’t already hard enough for her.
She was torturing me and she knew It.
I swallowed again, feeling my veins thrum and burn, her blood racing through me and making everything feel too hot.
Jeez, I needed to get out of here and to Alaska before she burned me up from the inside out.
"Kenali," I gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself.
I had to stop this before I fucked her.
Or she fucked me, at the rate this was going.
I tried to think of something, anything, that could distract me from her body against mine, her purrs in my ear as I cupped her breasts, squeezing them between my fingers, and nothing came to mind.
She had gone dark on me, and it brought out my demon as well. What the fuck did I care about her feelings?
She didnt love me, she didn’t give two shits about me, so why shouldn’t I fuck her while I could and let her feel bad about it afterwards?
I didnt care.
Her darkness was infectious, and I found myself rolling her over, shredding her panties. I forced her knees over my shoulders, her eager hands clenching in my hair as I nuzzled her folds, my tongue flicking against her clit and making her gasp, arch her hips closer.
I grinned, and let my tongue slip inside her, curling against her walls and making her moan, her nails digging into my scalp as I nibbled at her most sensitive spot.
She gave a sudden gasp, arching her back up, tearing at my hair, and I grunted, feeling some of it come out.
Jeez.
I pressed my lips against her thighs, and then abruptly rammed two fingers harshly inside her, making her give a yowl, halfway coming up from the bed.
I grinned, nipping at her lips as I pumped my fingers inside her mercilessly, she so tight it was like she was a virgin; she and Andy haven't been fucking as much as she wanted me to believe, apparently.
And she was so fucking wet.
I took one of her breasts in my mouth, tasting both of our blood on her skin, her whimpers the only thing I could hear.
That's right, cum, I thought, forcing a third finger inside of her tightness, forcing her to accept all of them, her muscles clenching at the invasion.
This is what she had wanted, and I was giving it to her.
She wanted the pain, she wanted it to hurt, anything to make the ache in her chest go away, to make her forget It.
She would be ashamed of herself afterward, especially since it was with me, but right now she didn’t care --- she needed this, and I had no problem giving it to her.
I felt my length throb, I wanted to be inside her, pummeling her with the only part of me that mattered right now, but I held back, refusing to let my demons rule me this time.
This wasnt about me anymore.
I could feel her close to her climax, her loud cries telling me almost as much as her clenching muscles, the dampness that was coating my palm.
I grinned, my teeth tugging on her nipple, and her nails ripped through the mattress, breaking the springs in it as well as she started to climax, a loud scream tearing through her throat as she came so hard her whole body shook, and her wetness soaked my palm, my fingers still pumping inside her while she rode out her orgasm.
There we go, I thought in relief, she slumping in exhaustion.
"Good girl," I breathed, pecking lightly at her lips.
She closed her eyes, panting, and I lifted her gently up into my arms, her fingers softly pressing against my ravaged throat as I carried her into the bathroom.
I shuffled, turning on the shower with one hand, and kicked off what remained of my mostly ruined clothing.
I made sure the water was cold, then stepped inside. She hissed immediately, almost crawling over my shoulder in an attempt to get away from the cold, but I wouldn’t let her, forcing her to stand with me, steam literally rolling over her body.
"It's okay," I whispered, my arms locked around her tightly, her nails digging into my skin but not hard enough to pierce the flesh as she started to come back to her senses.
She started to cry.
"I'm sorry," she wept, shivering in arms. "I'm so sorry, Ashlan, I --- I hurt you, I ---."
"It's okay, love," I murmured, stroking her skin where the goosebumps were rising, the water making me shiver as well it was so icy.
I nuzzled her throat where I'd bitten her, the skin already healed thanks to her orgasm.
My wounds, however, were still there, and she wrapped her arms around my chest, mumbling apologies for every single one of them.
"It's okay," I told her softly, hearing my phone ring and ignoring It. "It's okay, you're okay now. You just lost your temper a little bit."
"I was gonna kill her." She whimpered, outright shaking now, the steam no longer running off her skin as the darkness receded, her black veins now back only in her wrist. "I was gonna kill you --- I don’t know what came over me."
Kill me? Probably fuck me to death by the way it had went down, I thought, shaking my head, my wet hair sticking to my body.
"It happens to all of us, we have to break some time," I told her, and forced her to turn around, grabbing a washcloth. I washed the blood off her face and chest, and then the same for me.
My back, jesus did it hurt.
"Here," Kenali mumbled, and she bit down on her wrist. "Take It."
"Kenali ---."
"Please, I --- I feel so awful," her violet eyes begged me, and I sighed, taking her wrist. I pressed my lips against it, knowing I needed her blood to heal me more then I wanted to admit.
I let it drain into my mouth, closing my eyes before I saw her wince. I moaned in relief as I felt the pain in my back subside, the deep wounds starting to heal; you'd think as much as I'd drank from her earlier she would be exhausted and I would be perfectly healed, but it didn’t seem to work that way.
Dark blood didn't heal. It only made things worse.
Going dark had a lot of implications.
"A-Ashlan," she was suddenly leaning against me, and I pulled my lips from her wrist hastily, seeing her face.
So maybe she was exhausted.
"I'm so cold," she whispered, and I nodded, quickly turning the water off.
Right, too much cold.
I wrapped her in a towel, and then myself, and sat her on the counter, she weighing barely anything.
I quickly dried myself off and shrugged back into my jeans, ignoring my vibrating phone, and glanced out at her bedroom.
Well, she couldn’t exactly stay in there tonight.
The furniture was smashed all to hell, including a lot of the decorations, and the bed was broken down in the center, blankets and pillows ripped to shreds with the contents of them spread about the room. The mattress had springs sticking out of It, bent down badly in the middle, and I was pretty sure we'd broken the bed frame in general.
Well.
"Stay in my room tonight," I told her, hastily forcing her to dress in some clothes. "Or just for the rest of the time."
Kenali glanced at the room as she left the bathroom, and flinched.
I glanced at her, throwing some shoes at her and all of her clothes that we hadn't destroyed into her bags.
"Come on," I muttered, slipping my fingers through her, very aware I didn’t have a shirt to wear right now. I pulled her out of the room with me and down the hallway to mine, shuffling her inside and setting her bags down with mine.
She was still shivering, and I ushered her into the bed, flicking the blankets over her, the black circles beneath her eyes not a good sign.
At least the bruise on her jaw was gone.
"Sleep," I told her gently, stroking her hair.
She looked at me a moment, and I could see the pain her eyes, how heart broken she was that she couldn’t have Andiel after all that she had done.
I knew how that felt, and I crawled up beside her, laying down.
I pressed my forehead against hers, gently stroking her hair.
"Will it ever go away?" She whispered, her eyes wet still with her tears.
"No." I said softly, feeling the pain from a thousand years ago ache again in my chest. "It'll always be there."
But I would take care of her, I wouldn't let her go dark. As long as she needed me, whether she knew it or not, I'd be there for her.
Because, unfortunately, I was in love with her.

Notes

Okay, so I couldn't exactly call this chapter "light smut" because obviously its a little harsher then that, but anyway....

He's still beyond loyal to her, despite all that's happened! Isn't that sweet?
What do you guys think?
Do you think there's going to be major repercussions? Ashlandil hasn't fed properly in months now, that can't be good for him....

Also, if you wonderful, amazing readers dont mind, check out my other fan fic Make Me Feel Alive, I update it basically every Sunday now, and it's an Ashley fic, just without all the fantasy --- though he can still be an ass in it too.

Thanks for reading, though!
Leave a comment, and please vote if you haven't already, it makes me feel good to see so many people like my writing XD


And I'm really sorry about the title, It's from Uptown Funk, I found it appropriate, and that song cracks me up so much.