My Fallen Angel

I knew the show had been over for probably an hour now, but I hadn't moved off my spot on the bus, I couldn’t seem to make any of my muscles work.
I had been sitting here for probably two hours, my head dropped down into my hands, my stomach rumbling occasionally.
I was so sad.
Ashlandil was leaving, and now Andy was angry at me because he thought I was with Ashlandil again, but... but he was with Kennedi and he had no right to be angry!
I wasnt with anyone, I couldn’t be monogamous no matter how hard I tried, so... so I had to do SOMETHING.
"Kenali?"
I raised my head slightly, blinking through my tears.
Cronus.
He hesitated on the bus steps, then walked carefully down the aisle to me. He knelt slowly in front of me, still having to hunker a little because he was so tall.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly, and I nodded, wiping at my cheeks with a sniffle.
"I'm fine."
He frowned, but didn’t say anything, glancing back toward the doors.
"Everyone's back at the hotel. We've been looking for you."
"I've been here," I muttered, straightening.
"Huh." He gazed at me again. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing that normally isn't," I mumbled, straightening slowly from my pose. "Where did Andy go?"
"With that human girl."
Of course he did.
I sighed, feeling my stomach rumble again.
Cronus raised his brows. "Ashlandil leave you hungry again?"
He'd basically left me in general.
"We didn’t do anything," I sighed, running my hands through my hair, his eyes catching on my arms. He hesitated, then curled his fingers around my wrist, pulling it forward.
His eyes widened. "Kenali, the black veins... how did ---!?"
"It's not a big deal," I grunted, pulling my arm away from him. "I've had them a little while now."
"How long?"
"A month or more, maybe?" I wasn't even sure.
Time was sort of slipping together for me now.
"Did I give them to you?"
My eyes flicked to his face, see his guilty expression.
"It's okay, yknow. I would have gotten them eventually."
"But you've not even been here a year," he muttered, tracing the dark veins on my wrist. "You shouldn't have gotten this for a couple centuries."
"It's fine," I sighed again, seeing his expression darken. "I'm handling it fine."
"It's not wonder you're so hungry," he muttered, and pressed his lips to my wrist. I stiffened, thinking he was going to bite me, but he merely pressed a kiss against the veins, apologetic.
"Come on," he sighed, slowly rising to his feet. "I'll take you back to the hotel."
I nodded, standing slowly, and he took my hand, drawing me after him. We walked in silence to the hotel, my mood plummeting with every step I took.
Ashlandil was leaving with her, and Andy was going to be with Kennedi, and I was going to be alone.
How could I look after Andy if he didn’t even want me around?
Ashlandil was supposed to be there to help with that.
Would Cronus hang around to help me out with it? Would he continue to play bodyguard?
He was bored all the time with it now, though, so I doubted it.
He wouldnt want to be here forever.
He tugged on my hand, and I realized we were at the hotel, and he was pulling me toward the elevator.
Not magic box, elevator.
I sighed, missing the magic of it as we stepped inside, and I leaned against his arm wearily, my eyes starting to droop.
I just wanted to sleep now.
"Kenali?" I heard Cronus ask, sounding slightly worried, and I glanced up at his face.
"What?"
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm fine," I mumbled, stepping out of the elevator and starting towards my room. I stopped, remembering it was damaged, and then started again, and stopped again.
I couldnt go to Ashlandils.
He was no doubt gathering his things right now, getting ready to elope with his precious fucking princess.
And if I walked in there I wouldn't be able to let him leave.
"Kenali?"
Now Cronus sounded very concerned.
I didnt know where to go.
"Are you sure you're all right? Do you want me to get one of your men?" He asked me, stepping up to my side.
"One of my men?" I snorted, turning to face up.
"Well," he shrugged. "What else would you like me to call them? They seem to sate you, usually."
I rubbed my neck where Andy had bit me, knowing it was basically gone now, even the bites Ashlandil had left on me were fading.
"I don't... I don’t have anywhere to go," I said after a moment, looking down at my shoes. "My room is trashed and I was staying in Ashlandils, but..."
"He's caught up with that human?"
I stiffened slightly, but nodded; how much did Cronus know, anyway?
"And you can't go to Andiels because he's also caught up with a human." Cronus was almost sounding grim at this point.
I shrugged, nudging the carpet under my feet.
"Come."
"What?" I raised my head, startled, seeing Cronus offering his hand.
"Come to my room," he said, his dark eyes gazing at me calmly. "You can stay there tonight. It's the last night we're here, anyway, so its not a big deal. I owe you, at least, for giving you that." He nodded at my arm, and I looked down, seeing the black veins were starting to work their way to my elbow, making me hand look like it had black tattoos.
I looked at it worriedly.
It was really acting up, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
After I'd killed that human they'd retreated, and after Ashlandil had pleased me, they'd gone down too.
When you're weak, they will attack, I remembered Iriel saying.
Did that mean emotionally too?
Because I felt half-psychotic right now.
Cronus hand closed over the one I was looking at, and he pulled, tugging me after him.
It was convenient all of our rooms were on the same level, but also not because I could hear Andiel in his, and I could hear her laughter coming from inside as well.
I narrowed my eyes as we walked by his door, Cronus room on the opposite side of the building from mine and Ashlandils.
I heard her give another peel of laughter, as if she was being tickled or ---.
"Don't worry about it, they die soon enough."
"Not early enough," I grumbled, and Cronus chuckled, stepping to his hotel room and swiping his card. He kicked the door open and stepped inside, and I cast a nervous glance around the hallway before following him inside.
He was so ungodly neat.
His things were still packed in his two duffels, which were placed at the end of his bed in a row, his shoes right beside them.
He would die if he came in my room and saw how I'd trashed everything in my rage.
"You're so neat," I sighed, flopping down on his bed, my legs hanging off the side.
He shrugged, moving to the balcony doors and opening them, cool air sweeping into the room.
I was grateful for it.
I raised my eyes to the ceiling, throwing my arms over my head, tracing the swirls in the plaster.
I heard him shuffling around, and then something was covering my face.
"You can sleep in that, if you want. It shouldn't be too big for you."
I frowned as I lifted the shirt off my face. "Thanks."
I sat up slowly, kicking off my shoes.
"Are you gonna hang around with the band for a while?" I asked, peeling my shirt off over my head.
"What do you mean?"
I glanced over at him, seeing he had his back to me, and I rolled my eyes.
It wasnt like he hadn't seen me naked before.
"Like as their bodyguard. Are you going to hang around?" I asked, struggling with my skinny jeans.
"For fucks sake," I muttered, finally getting the zipper to unhook; it kept hanging on something.
"For a while, I guess, but I'll have to move on eventually. Angels protecting other angels does draw a lot of curiosity."
"I suppose. Four of us together doesn't always work out well," I sighed, unable to get
my jeans off while standing.
Frustrated, I sat down, struggling with the tight material.
Why the hell did I even choose to wear this type, anyway?
"Need some help?" I heard Cronus start to laugh, and I sent him a fowl look as I struggled.
"Yes," I finally admitted, and he chuckled, stepping to my side. He tugged them off my legs for me, also struggling a minute when they refused to move.
"Jeez, your jeans were never this difficult before," he muttered, and I flushed as I sat up.
Well.
He folded my jeans and tossed them on the table with my shirt, picking it off the floor.
"Sorry," I sighed, letting his shirt fall over my shoulders. "I'm not very neat."
"I'm used to it," he replied, wearing his black sweats.
I let my eyes rove over his back, seeing the scars on his flesh that matched mine and every other angels where our wings had once sprouted.
"Do you ever miss flying?" I asked after a moment, curling my knees to my chest.
He glanced at me. "Sometimes."
"I miss it a lot," I admitted, looking at my legs, they slightly shiny in the lamplight. "The feel of my feathers... there was always a safety in it, yknow? And dancing. I always loved dancing." I sighed.
"Why don’t you dance now?" He asked, and I felt the bed dip on the other side as he crawled onto it.
"It doesn’t feel right now." I murmured, thinking of Andy. I'd had so much fun, I'd loved our time together that night. I treasured it.
"Don’t let your guilt over falling take away your pleasure," Cronus said after a minute, and I glanced behind me, seeing he was laying on his stomach, arms curled around his pillow. "All of us learn that after a while. You learn to let it go."
"I try, but I just... I can't seem too." I sighed, turning around on the bed to face him. "Why can’t it be easy?"
"Nothing is easy here," he told me, raising his head to gaze at me. "You learn that after a while too."
I frowned.
I didn’t like that answer.
Cronus chuckled at my expression, and reached over, clasping my hand where it lay in my lap.
"You'll understand one day, Kenali, don’t look like that."
I rolled my eyes.
"Don’t make me feel like I'm a child," I grumbled, and he smiled slightly.
"Technically, you are a child here," he reminded me. "You're considerably younger then all of us. You're probably the last one to fall, too."
"I am," I admitted, looking down at my hands. No one had fallen since me, I was pretty sure.
We didn’t drop like flies, there were centuries that went past before any of us would fall again.
Stupidity came and went with us, I suppose.
I felt my stomach rumble again, and I flushed, quickly pulling my hand from Cronus. I laid down, pulling the blankets over me against the sudden chill from the balcony doors, and I burrowed down.
"Kenali, if you're hungry ---."
"I know, you volunteer," I muttered, my back to him where he laid.
I was ungodly hungry, but it didn’t feel right to me to sleep with him again.
There was a few minutes of silence, and then I felt him tug on my hair.
"What?"
"You're going to make yourself sick again if you don't eat."
"I'm fine."
"You're starving." I heard shuffling, but I didn’t dare move. "Kenali, I can practically smell how hungry you are. Do you realize your sin is working even when you don’t know it is?"
"What are you talking about?" I frowned, rolling onto my back to look over at him.
He huffed, his eyes tracing my lips.
"Your hair, for one thing," he muttered, and I realized I was twisting it around my finger. I jerked my hand down immediately, feeling guilty.
I hadnt realized I was doing that.
"And you smell like strawberries," he muttered, his eyes slightly lustful as he looked at me. "And honey."
I hesitated, and slowly sat up. "Maybe I should leave."
"Do you want too?" He murmured, his hand suddenly resting on my thigh, and I felt it shoot right between my legs.
Ugh.
"No," I glanced over at him. "But I'm not just going to use you whenever I'm hungry, either."
He didn't completely sate me, either, but I wasnt going to tell him that.
He leaned forward, his lips replacing his hand on my thigh, and I closed my eyes at the feeling, biting my lip.
Goddammit.
He tugged me across the bed abruptly, feeling my body relax, and he pressed me into the mattress as he rose over me, his lips meeting mine.
He didnt stand a chance when it came to my sin, he was always affected so strongly.
His shirt was suddenly disappearing off my body, and then all of my underwear, and within a second I had his sweats off.
I pulled him back over me, curling my body against his larger frame, winding my arms around his shoulders as I kissed him, nipping at his lips and suckling the blood I drew.
He growled, pinning me harsher against the bed, and it was like my senses exploded.
I knew exactly how to pleasure him, how to make him do what I wanted, control him as I pleased.
I let my nails rake down his spine hard enough to leave scratches, and he hissed, his eyes flaring black at the pain, the entire space turning dark as his darkness took hold; all of ours did when introduced to pain.
It was frightening to behold, but it only spurred me on, because that was what I wanted.
I wanted darkness.
I crushed his lips against mine, and his fingers curled around my wrist, wrenching them off his body and against the pillows, and he abruptly rammed into me, making me arch my back off the bed with a yowl the whole floor probably heard.
I clenched my hands, my lips hungrily eating at his as he thrusted inside me, my legs wrapping around him.
I could feel the sharpness of his teeth with my tongue, and he groaned, his body sinking down across mine as my sin washed over him, amping up his pleasure threefold.
I managed to get one of wrists free, and I buried my fingers into his hair, grinding my hips up against his, needing it to be harsher.
I needed something to dull the ache in my chest.
He tore his lips from mine, and they went to my throat, suckling, breaking the skin here and there and drawing blood.
"Ah," I gasped, my muscles abruptly clenching, and I forced him to roll onto his back, my nails digging into his stomach as I started to move my hips.
I arched my head back in pleasure, feeling it shoot through my pelvis and into my stomach, his taloned fingers abruptly cupping my breasts.
I leaned forward, my hair tumbling on either side of my face as I looked down at him, feeling my eyes flare, meeting his own dark pools. He growled as he reached for my hair, jerking my face to his as he thrusted up into me, causing me to moan in surprise, his lips barely stifling it.
His nails drew down my spine, squeezing my hips when they circled around, roaming my
body.
I was on fire.
It was rushing through my blood, and I knew my kisses were hot and burning, my touch searing his skin.
I was so hot.
"Harder," I panted, his nails ripping through the sheets beneath us as he tried not to claw me, my hips grinding hard against his.
"Fuck," he groaned, suddenly sitting up.
His hands closed around my hips, almost pulling me off his length before ramming me back down, doing this over and over, hitting my spot every other thrust and sending trembling spikes of lava through my blood.
He caught my breast in his mouth, his piercings cold against my hot flesh as he pumped up into me, his nails cutting my hips.
I could feel my blood running down my skin from where they sliced through it, and the scent spurred me on, my hands tight on his shoulders as I rode him, needing more still.
This wasnt enough.
"Bite me," I gasped, my fingers clenching in his hair.
His black orbs flicked up to my face as he pulled away from my breast.
"You sure?" He rasped, and I nodded, needing something to cool me down.
I was burning all over, every part of me, and I didn’t feel sated.
He rolled, putting me under him again, his hips ramming so hard against mine it would have broken a normal womans bones. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss into my throat before he bit down so hard a strangled cry left my lips.
My muscles clenched around him so hard he yelped as he drank my blood, and then he was moaning, and pain spasmed through my throat.
I raked my nails down his back, and his hand abruptly clenched on my hip, forcing them higher up, almost completely off the bed as he fucked me so hard I finally came to climax with a cry.
He tore his lips from my throat as he came, ramming me down into the mattress, my blood dripping off his lips.
I groaned, feeling the hotness start to cool off my skin, and I swear I thought I saw steam as he leaned over me, panting.
"Goddamn, Kenali," he gasped, arms trembling as he braced himself over me.
His eyes started to return to normal, and I was so exhausted I wasn’t sure if I could move.
"Since when did you get so rough?" He panted in my ear, and I chuckled slightly, feeling him swallow.
"What, in over your head?" I teased weakly, and he grinned slightly, pressing his lips against the bruises now decorating my throat from his deep bite.
He pulled out of me and flopped over onto his back beside me, bruises covering his skin as well from my nails.
Fuck, that had managed to cool off my skin, but I still wasn’t completely happy.
But it would do for now.
I rolled over onto my side, curling myself around his torso, and he let me, his hand resting on my hip as he pulled the sheets back over us.
I hadn't cuddled with him the last time we'd been together, but I was feeling needy now, and he didnt seem to mind.
"Remind me to be more prepared next time," he chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face as I nuzzled it against his shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean next time I think I need to wear some armor so you don’t break me in half."
I grinned slightly, feeling my eyes closing heavily.
I was so tired now....

Notes

Tomorrow is the big dramatic chapter, so prep yourselves!
And I know I've already mentioned it, but I really am just so ungodly unhappy that the domain expired for the MIW page, that's where I was posting one of my favorite stories and I'm so freaking mad because the first three chapters of it I didnt have saved, otherwise I dont believe I would be half as upset, because I was working very hard on it.
ALWAYS SAVE ALL OF YOUR WORK, DO NOT TRUST THE INTERNET

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