My Fallen Angel

Why did I of all people have to look after his old girlfriend? After my episode earlier it probably wasn’t the most sensible thing he had ever asked me to do. I had almost murdered Andy's new one.
I huffed, but I did as he asked regardless, leaving the hotel room and hunting her down. I could smell her, her strange scent that I couldn’t quite identify, and I trekked through the streets of this place.
She was heading for the venue, if she continued in this direction.
Did he not want to see her? Did he want me to cut her off so she wouldn’t get there?
I wasn’t sure why I was even doing this.
I caught a flash of orange hair, and I upped my pace until I had caught up with her, just as she was starting to hit the line that curled around the side of the building as everyone waited to get into the venue.
I zipped forward, then stepped in front of her, she nearly walking right into me she was so startled.
"Oh, uh, Kenna!" She burst, looking flustered as I looked at her, my head tilting slightly.
"Hello, Ginny. What are you doing here?"
"I, I was j-just... I was coming to see Ashley," she said, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I need to talk to him."
"Did you not talk to him enough yesterday?" I raised a brow at her; he'd told me what had happened, she kissing him, he leaving her there in the rain...
She obviously didn’t know when to give up.
I admired that.
Her face flushed as she realized I knew, and she looked down at her rain boots. I hesitated, then reached over, lightly touching her fingers, her embarrassment flushing through me.
"It's okay, you know," I said after a moment, squeezing her hand. "I know what it's like to love him."
"What?" She raised her head, startled. She didn’t realize It, but she thought the world revolved around him, his dark eyes and brilliant smile. She wasn’t sure why she felt that way about a person she'd only known a few days and only spoken too maybe three times, but she was confused, she felt like her world was starting to crumble, she didn’t understand.
My eyes flicked to her throat where the pendant hung, recognzing it immediately. Ashlandil had never shown it to me, never spoken of It, but I'd seen it in his duffels when I'd been searching for things.
It must have been hers in the beginning.
No wonder she was confused.
I squeezed her hand again.
"Come on," I said, turning away from the front of the venue. "I'll take you to Ashley."
"What?" She stared at me. "Why?"
Because he deserved her love, no matter what he thought, and if they could happy together, who was I to do anything to stop them?
I couldn’t have Andiel, but maybe he could have Geneva.
I owed him that, didn’t I?
"Because you wanted to see him, right?" I gave her an innocent look, and let my thumb brush the top of her hand.
Her eyes glazed.
"Come along with me and don't argue, all right?" I said softly, and pulled her along after me. She followed obediently, not saying a word as we walked past the line and toward the back alley where the band always entered, their tour bus parked behind it conveniently. I stepped inside, pulling Geneva along with me, the bodyguards standing around giving me a nod, recognzing me.
They always recognized me, though I wasn’t sure why, when I'd never met them before.
Did they have to learn all the girlfriends or whatever of the band?
Sometimes I think they knew me just because it was such a big deal that Ashlandil had gotten a girlfriend, and because of the way I looked.
In angel standards, I was average, not the most glorious or the most shining, but to humans, I was probably the most gorgeous person they'd ever seen.
It was so annoying.
But I could have been ugly to them, and they still would swoon as soon as I touched them.
I led Geneva to the backstage, seeing the band was already up there performing Faithless, Ashlandils vocals drawing me in immediately.
I wasnt sure what it was about this song, but it had to be my favorite out of all of them.
Well, that and Rebel Yell, which I knew wasn’t their song, but I liked anyway.
Especially the beginning, about the little dancer, and the soft way Andy had sang it to me one time when we'd been laying in bed, just being, and.... and...
I felt tears well to my eyes.
It wasnt fair.
I sniffed, and quickly mopped at my eyes before anyone noticed.
"We'll wait here for them to finish," I muttered to Geneva, who nodded, eyes still glazed from my influence.
I heard a high-pitched, excited laugh, and looked over, spotting the dark haired bitch leaning casually against a pillar, chatting with one of the security guards, her black t shirt sporting Andys profile on it.
I bet she thoguht it was just a miracle, getting Andy to sleep with her, but he thought with his dick and would go for anyone who was pretty.
That could be my prejudice talking, of course.
"Stay right here," I muttered to Geneva before taking off in Kennedi's direction.
We needed to have a little chat.
I stepped over to where she and the bodyguard stood, probably hers from the looks of his nice clothes and the lack of security badge; the gun holstered at his side made an impression, though, I'm sure.
"Hey, Kennedi, right?" I said brightly, forcing myself to look friendly. She looked at me immediately, and grinned nodding.
"Yeah! You're Kenna, Ashley's girlfriend."
Oh, right.
"Yeah, I am." I looked at her curiously, then up at the guard, who watched me warily.
I tilted my head a little, sensing some angel in him.
He was nephilim, it seemed. No wonder he was so stocky; he was probably one of the best at his job, too. I didn't recognize his scent, so I wasn’t sure who his mother or his father would have been.
Our scents change when we reach earth, become tainted, so it was always hard to know who was who anymore.
I had learned that the hard way.
"Oh, this is Johnny, Dad makes him follow me around everywhere I go," Kennedi rolled her eyes. "Don’t mind him."
"Does he follow you to all the hotels, too?" I asked lightly, and she hesitated, stiffening.
Yeah, I know about your little tryst, you cunt, we all do.
"Er, I've not been to any, but yeah, he would," she bobbed her head, and I raised my brows.
Someone had snuck off the other night.
I glanced up at the nephilim, then lightly reached out, touching his hand, my eyes catching his. "Would you give me and Miss Kennedi a moment alone?"
"Of course," he nodded immediately.
"Good. Oh, actually, you see that pumpkin-haired girl over there? Go take care of her until we’re done talking."
"Okay," he trotted over to where Geneva stood blankly, and I turned back to Kennedi, seeing her shocked expression.
"How did you convince him to do that?" She demanded. "I can never get him toleave me alone even to go to the bathroom!"
"I have a magic touch," I said dryly. "Now, why don’t we have a little chat?"
"Uh, about what?"
"Andy, of course."
"Oh," she looked down, obviously unsure which way this was going to go. "So you know about the other night, huh?"
"You can't exactly keep something like that from your bandmates," I shrugged. "Plus that floor has really thin walls and we all can hear. You should see how it is on the bus."
She blushed.
I reached forward, touching her arm lightly, and her eyes shot to mine.
I could immediately sense how she felt, how nervous she was around me, how eager to see Andy again she was... she had hoped he wouldn’t think badly of her because of their night together, it had been her first time, after all, and she hadn't quite known what she was doing, but she'd been so excited he'd actually given her a second glance ---.
Ugh, I didn’t want to know all that.
I grimaced, dropping my hand. "Look, Andy isn't going to be here soon, you know that, right?"
"Of course, he leaves in two days, but ---."
"You're young, Kennedi," I looked at her with a sigh. She was a little taller then me, and pretty, I had to admit. "And Andy... being a rockstar doesn't exactly give you a lot of family time."
"I know that," she muttered, looking down again. "I didn't expect him to stay here forever, okay? You don’t have to girl talk me because you feel bad for me."
"I don’t feel bad for you, I ---."
"I don’t need your pity, and i'm not some stupid fan who thinks he'll drop everything because he fell in love with me over night. I know he's going to leave, I know he'll probably not come back for a couple years and I'll probably only get to see him in pictures. I get It. I just want to enjoy the time he's actually here and I can touch him, okay?"
Her face was burning red by the end of her rant.
I huffed, crossing my arms.
I wanted to hate her so bad but she really wasn’t the little twat I'd thought she was.
That irritated me so badly.
Why couldnt she be a little spoiled twat?
I wanted to rip her head off and throw her down the sewer system and let her disappear forever so I could have Andy all to myself, and I was sure I could probably convince Ashlandil to murder her with me if I tried hard enough.
But i wasn’t going to do that.
I might have gone a little dark, but I wasn’t about to go so dark as to take an innocent life knowingly.
Accidents happen.
The guy in the alley was probably a bad person anyway, the way he'd come after me, so I refused to feel bad over that; I couldn’t feel bad over that, I couldn’t handle much more feelings of guilt and regret.
So i was just going to have to figure it out on my own.
Murdering one human, okay, but two?
I wasn’t Ashlandil.
I didn’t have the heart for that.
So, Kennedi was unbelievably lucky I was no longer in a rage and wanting to shred her skin open with my nails.
"Fine," I spoke after a moment. "I just... wanted you to... not get hurt, I guess."
"I appreciate the gesture, really, but I'm not naïve enough to believe he's in love with me," she mumbled, looking down. "Especially when he didn’t even call my name out when we were... yknow."
"He didn't?" I felt my brows raise into my hairline.
"No," she mumbled, flushing in embarrassment; she wasn’t sure why she'd just told me that. "He called out Kenali or something. I mean, who even is that? I've never even heard of him dating someone named that; he's just been dating Juliet for years."
I felt my face redden.
Oh.
He did?
Oh.
Oh my god.
Now I was sort of embarrassed.
I pursed my lips, looking everywhere but at her.
Ha.
Fucking ha!
He'd called out my name instead of hers?
I was insanely pleased about that.
But now this conversation was incredibly awkward.
I turned back to her bodyguard, motioning him forward. He trotted over to where we stood, and I took his hand briefly.
"You take very good care of her, okay?" I told him, eyes flicking up to his. "You don't let anything ever happen to her on your life, no matter what."
"Yes, ma'am," he bobbed his head.
"Good," I let him go, and turned to Kennedi.
She might be his human, but he was my angel.
And she couldn’t have him.
Not fully, anyway.

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