Ashlandil


I hadn't felt this level of bliss in my entire existance.
I glanced over at where Geneva slept beside me, her body curled up beneath the sheets of
the hotel room her job rented; Kenali was in my room, we couldn't exactly go there.
And I couldnt' see her again, I'd already said my goodbyes to her.
I just hoped she could take care of herself.
I sighed, letting my fingers trail through Geneva's red hair, and then I rolled onto my side, curling her body against mine and nuzzling her throat with soft kisses. She shifted in her sleep, murmuring slightly, looking very tired.
We had agreed to stay the night here, and then we were leaving first thing in the morning,
which I was fine with.
Though I would have preferred to leave tonight, instead.
Just in case, you know, we ran into the guys or something in the morning.
I couldn’t say goodbye to them, they were just mortals anyway. They would die off soon, and it was time for me to move on anyway before I became any more attached to them then I was.
It was already going to hurt when they died off.
I tightened my grip on Geneva, knowing how broken I would be when she finally died, after a long and happy life, of course, that may or may not consist of me being in it for the long term.
But as long as she wanted me, I would be there.
I sighed, cuddling closer to her, feeling content.
I loved her, and she actually wanted me back, as strange a feeling as it was.
To be wanted.
I dont believe anyone had ever really wanted me before.
It made me feel strange, a warm, soft feeling in my chest; could this be considered happiness?
Is this what normal humans felt?
Because I never wanted it to go away if that was true.
I wanted this feeling forever.
And I would have it, with her.
With Geneva.
My Geneva....



Kenali



I woke with a start, something disturbing me from my sleep.
Had someone shouted?
I hesitated, and slowly raised my head off the pillow, seeing nothing but a room of darkness.
There was a heavy weight around my waist, and a chilly breeze sweeping through the room as well.
There, I heard it.
Wailing?
What?
I slowly sat up, glad at some point in the night I'd gotten up and pulled on my discarded clothes, the ones I'd borrowed from Cronus, who was still sound asleep, his face buried in his pillow, his body heat keeping me warm until now.
I grimaced, hearing the wailing intensify, and worry started to flitter through my chest.
Was that... Ashlandil?
I bit my lip, then slowly nudged Cronus arm off of me, slipping out of bed. I glanced back at him, but he didn’t even move as I crept to the door, opening it and quickly slipping out unnoticed.
Another wail.
Ashlandil!
I zipped forward thoughtlessly, moving faster then any human would ever have even been able to see, rushing to the other side of the floor that I had never even been too.
I slid to a stop in front of a room, an acrid scent wafting out from beneath the door, and I hesitated.
The carpet felt rough under my feet as I banged my fist against the door, calling for Ashlandil, only to be greeted with broken whimpers.
Oh god, was he hurt?
What was happening?
What was that awful scent?
I tried the door, but it was locked, and I narrowed my eyes, giving the handle a rough shove
and breaking the lock, forcing the door to swing open immediately.
I strode forward, entering the room and turning the corner slightly so I could see the major expanse of it.
Oh god.
Oh god.
My hands covered my mouth in horror as I tried to take in the sight before me.
There was blood... everywhere.
On the walls, across the bedsheets --- the carpet around the bed was pooling with it.
My eyes flicked to the corner where I could hear the whimpering, and Ashlandil was curled up in it, rocking back and forth as he sobbed into his knees, spotless.
There wasn’t any blood on him whatsoever.
I stepped forward hesitantly, then froze, feeling wetness beneath my bare feet.
The carpet was soaked with blood.
I glanced back at the bed, seeing orange hair spilling across the pillows, listless brown eyes gazing up at the ceiling.
Her throat was slit open, as were her wrists, though it didn’t explain how the blood had managed to decorate the rest of the room so completely.
What had done this?
I refused to believe Ashlandil had done this, not again.
I didn’t hesitate another second, but moved to where he cowered, a word I thought I would never describe him with.
I knelt carefully in front of him, and reached forward, my fingers brushing his shoulders.
He jerked back into the corner immediately, his eyes flaring black in defense, fangs suddenly appearing as he bared his teeth at me.
"It's okay," I whispered, my throat tight as I stared at him. "It's --- it's me, Ashlan. it's me."
The black pools that were his eyes stared at me, then slowly melted back to red, the white returning and making him look less demonic.
"K-Kenali," he choked, and he actually reached for me like a child would do its mother.
I took him against me instantly, his face burrowing against my chest as he sobbed again, hot tears soaking through my borrowed shirt and running against my skin.
"Shh," I whispered, rocking him back and forth as I gazed about the room, his hands clenching in the material of my clothing, nails ripping it slightly they were so sharp. "It's all right, Ashlan, I'm here."
"She--- she's dead," he whimpered against me. "Again! She's ---."
"It's okay, it's okay," I rocked him, feeling his shaking muscles, his overwhelming grief that was threatening to overpower my senses completely. I gritted my teeth, fighting his feelings, trying to not let them consume me as well.
I didn’t even like her.
But she hadn't deserved this.
"What happened, Ashlandil?" I asked, curling my arms under his and hefting him closer to me, his head now resting against my shoulder.
"I --- I don't," he was choking, unable to speak, and he started to weep again, unable to contain himself.
Tears started to build in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back, stroking his hair, pain radiating through my chest for him.
Oh god.
"Come," I murmured, and slowly pulled myself away from him. I stood slowly, feeling blood covering my legs from where I'd been kneeling in it. I offered my hands down to him, and he just looked up at me, his lips trembling.
I had never seen him so broken before, and it killed me.
Where was the strong warrior I had come to know.
I beckoned him with my hands, refusing to bawl myself, and slowly he reached up, clasping my wrists as he carefully rose to his full height, crystal tears on his long lashes.
My poor Ashlan.
I glanced him over, seeing blood covering his sweats, but only from where it looked like he had been crawling through the floor away; he wasn't covered in it like one would be if they had been the one to commit the murder.
I didn’t understand, who would do something like this?
"Come with me," I whispered, slipping my arm around his waist, carrying him to the door, his
weight fully on me.
It was a good thing I had just fed.
We hobbled our way to the door, I refusing to let him look back at the scene behind us, the acrid scent of human blood making me sick the longer I smelled it.
I shut the door behind us, grimacing when I realized we'd left bloody footprints everywhere.
How was I going to get him out of this?
Think about it later, get him somewhere safe.
Right.
"Come," I urged, forcing him to walk with me as we made our way from the room, painstakingly slow as he had to stagger with me, his senses useless and overwhelmed.
We finally made it back to his actual room, and I walked him quickly to the bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet and leaving him there as I darted back into the bedroom, snagging us both fresh clothes.
I sat them on the counter, and forced him to stand, dragging his pajamas off him and forcing him into new ones.
I grabbed a washcloth, hastily wetting it in the sink and then scrubbing it against his skin as he stood numbly, gazing blankly off into the shower as I removed any lingering bits of blood that had gotten on his skin.
Oh god.
Why had this happened?
I couldn’t begin to describe the feeling in my chest, I wasn’t sure what it was or who it belonged too.
I hastily washed the red off my hands, grimacing at the smell, and then I pulled Ashlan to me, who I think was on autopilot now.
His face was blank, wetness still dribbling down it, but otherwise he had grown silent, unmoving as I had cleaned him.
He was scaring me.
I coaxed him into the bed, shuffling the duvet around him and making sure he was comfortable.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" I whispered, stroking his hair out of his face. He didn’t respond, just laid there, blank.
I bit my lip uncertainly, then dashed to the bathroom, cleaning the blood from my legs and changing clothes, discarding the rest into the shower where we would have to get rid of them.
Then I left the room, pulling shoes on in the process as I zipped back to the room of blood.
I pressed a hand over my nose as I stepped inside, the smell just as awful and overwhelming as it had been before.
I spied the spot where they had set their bags and I darted to them, lifting Ashlandils over my shoulder quickly, and then erased any sight of him ever being in the room that I could find.
I hesitated as I looked down at Geneva, hovering at the side of her corpse, the poor soul.
She had been butchered, smaller wounds decorating her pale skin that I hadnt noticed before.
It had been a quick death, but...
I frowned, and sniffed, a subtle scent suddenly catching my attention.
I leaned down closer, holding my hair back as I inhaled deeply, recognizing it.
I straightened immediately, sickness washing over me, and it was all I could do not to be sick.
I pressed my hand against my mouth as I backed away from her, careful to only tip toe and not leave so many footprints.
I couldn’t erase this for Ashlandil, not from his memory or his heart.
There was nothing I could do for this room, either, though I would make sure there was no way he could be involved in this.
I glanced around, and spotted what I assumed was her phone, and quickly lifted it from its place, blood streaked across the screen.
I hesitated, then couched, cleaning it with the edge of the sheet before turning it on, deleting all phone calls and texts she had with him.
I hoped this was enough to keep him out of trouble.
I carefully dabbed some blood on my finger, and then flicked it across the screen to make it looked untouched again as I replaced it.
Ew.
I waved my finger, getting most of the blood off, and cleaned what was left off with the sheet, disgusted.
I had to get out of here before I fainted from the fumes.
I hastily went to the door, but hesitated, glancing back at the girl.
"I'm sorry this happened to you," I whispered, gazing at her, my chest clenching.
How could he have done this to her?
How!?
Pained, I turned away, leaving the room behind and returning to my own, huffing now.
It was the middle of the night, I wanted to sleep, not clean up a murder that invovled someone I loved.
Dammit.
I darted back into Ashlandils room, dropping his things on the floor, tossing his phone and charger onto the table. I glanced at him where he still laid, unmoving on the bed where I'd left him, his eyes at least closed now.
His aura was black with pain.
I bit my lip, wishing I could make him feel better, but I didn’t know how and I didn’t have time.
I had to fix this, somehow.
I left the room immediately, glancing up at the cameras in the corner.
Now where did those lead?
Within thirty minutes, I had the last two weeks of footage from the hotel completely deleted, even on their backup servers, thanks to the helpful, enamored security guard who was good with computers.
Then I ripped all the wires out of the back of the machines just to make sure it couldn’t be fixed, going so far as to crush the little green chips, my helpful security guard instructing me on how to do it exactly, more then happy to help me out.
I'd made him rewind the night, just to see if I could find out what had happened to Geneva, confirm my suspicions.
You could see the two of them giddily entering their hotel room, and after a couple hours there was a just a blur entering and leaving.
Human eyes would have never noticed it.
But it was enough for me.
So all evidence of Ashlandil having contact with her here was gone, for which I was very relieved.
"Thanks for your help, Dafydd," I murmured, gazing into his eyes. "Now forget all of this and take a much deserved nap. You remember nothing from tonight at all, just that you were really tired and must have fallen asleep on the job."
His eyes closed dreamily.
I patted his head as I left the room, the entire camera system turned off for the rest of the night.
I zipped back upstairs and to the room, feeling beyond tired at this point.
I went to the bathroom, turning on the shower, letting the water run over our red-tainted clothes and washing the color down the drain until it was only faint splotches.
We would just have to get rid of these, I suppose.
Cronus wouldnt mind.
I quickly bundled them up, not carrying how wet they were, and tied them in one of the hotel towels before sticking them into my bag, not caring if they got anything else wet.
I just didn’t want to forget them.
I leaned against the table, going through everything in my mind.
I had cleaned every piece of evidence Ashlandil had been in that room, deleted any remnants of him from Geneva's phone, destroyed the hotels camera system to make sure we wouldn’t even be seen....
Was I missing anything?
Had i gotten it all?
I had never had to clean up a murder before, this was his department, not mine.
But he'd taken care of me, so I had to take care of him.
I looked over at where his body lay, feeling my heart ache for him.
My Ashlandil...
I kicked off my shoes and clothes, pulling on new ones again before I crawled into bed beside him, feeling the chill in the room.
I laid my hand softly on his cheek, and his eyes slowly opened, pain glistening in them.
"I'm here," I whispered, pressing my forehead against his. "I'm here, Ashlandil."
"I killed her," he spoke after a moment, his voice barely audible. "I killed her."
"No, no, you didnt," I told him quickly, stroking his face in slow, gentle motions, feeling my heart wrench in agony that wasn’t mine.
"I promised to protect her," he whimpered, closing his eyes. "I promised her..."
"Shh," I curled him against me, his tears hot against my throat as he wept openly against me, completely limp.
I stroked his hair, swallowing hard, wanting to soothe his pain but not knowing how.
How could you heal heartbreak?
Was there even a way for that?
"I loved her, so much," he choked out, his fingers abruptly clenching in the side of my shirt. "I always kill her!"
"You didn’t hurt her, Ashlandil," I assured him, feeling his nails slightly rake my skin through my shirt. "This wasn't your fault."
He whimpered in response, his arms both clenching around me so tightly I thought I would break. I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say anything, just held him.
"There was so much blood," he whispered, eyes wide but bleak. "She never had a chance."
I didn’t answer, stroking his hair gently.
He suddenly pulled away from me, rising into a sitting position, and I did as well, worried.
What was he going to do?
I had never seen him this way, I didn’t know how to handle him --- he was really scaring me.
I could handle him angry, he was always angry, I could handle him sweet and loving, I could handle him jealous and raging --- but this was completely different.
I couldn’t even begin to describe what this was.
Brokenness, hatred, agonizing pain --- he was even more unpredictable then before.
"Ashlandil?" I spoke after a moment when he didn’t move, just sat there.
He didn’t respond, so I slowly crept to his side where I could see his face, my eyes widening.
"Ashlandil!" I nearly shrieked, and jerked his face around to mine.
His tears were black.
They were blood.
"I don’t want to live anymore." He gazed at me without really seeing me as he bled from his eyes, steam rising from the tears. "I have nothing. I ruin... I ruin...."
"No, no, no," I wiped at his face quickly, merely smearing the blood across his face, it slowly sizzling in the air.
"Please, Ashlandil, please," I begged, beyond frightened.
I had never seen anything like this.
What was I supposed to do?
How was I supposed to handle this?
Oh god.
"Please," I held his face tightly in my hands. "Please, Ashlandil, stop."
I wasn’t sure if he could stop, I had never seen an angel bleed from their eyes before.
It was like he didn’t even hear me, he just sat there, the occasional droplets falling from his face and splashing across his clothes or the sheets, eating immediate holes through them like acid.
He was like a statue.
I felt panic swell through me; no matter how many times I brushed the blood from his face it continued to drip, and he wasn’t listening to me anymore, I don’t think he was even hearing me, and I was so frightened.
I couldn’t feel anything from him now, just blankess, resignation.
He was resigned to die, but I couldn’t let him.
I couldn’t let this happen!
Frantic, I shook him by the shoulders, but here merely flailed around like a ragdoll, not even phased as he sat there.
So I smacked him, hard, his whole body jerking to the side from the force of It.
I tensed as I waited for the retaliation as he slowly rose back to his former position, but he merely returned to gazing forward.
Oh god.
I could see my handprint on his face, red and throbbing, but it didn’t do anything for him.
I bit my lip.
I needed help, but I had no one to go too.
No one could help me with this.
I felt my own tears rise into my eyes, and I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around him, burying my face against his neck.
"Stop doing this!" I burst, clenching my hands against his bare skin. "Ashlandil, I'm begging you, please. Please come back. Come back to me!"
This wasnt going to end well, and I was more scared now then I had ever been, even when I'd seen seraphine's hand in his chest, when I thought she was going to kill Andy --- nothing compared to right now.
He still didn’t move.
Would Andiel know what to do?
Could I even wake him?
I had to try something.
"I'll be right back," I gasped, nearly falling off the bed I was in such a hurry. "Don't go anywhere!"
He didnt even hear me.
I ran from the room and to Andys, hearing nothing but silence from it as I broke the lock and stepped inside.
My eye twitched as I saw two forms sleeping on the bed, but now wasn’t the time for jealousy.
I crept to Andys side, shaking his shoulder roughly, and he woke after a second, looking disgruntled. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he recognized me.
"Kenna?" He mumbled, and I pulled on him, forcing him to his feet and dragging him out into the hallway in his boxers.
"Kenna, what are you doing?" He gasped as I shut the door behind us.
"Andiel," I burst, turning to face him, frightened. "Please, I need you. Please come."
Andy looked down at me in confusion as I clasped his face between my hands, my eyes begging his soft blue ones.
"Please, Andiel, please!" I begged.
After a moment, Andy slightly went lax, his eyes darkening until I felt like I could see all the stars in them.
"Kenali?" Andiel murmured, reaching for me, but we didn’t have time for that.
"It's Ashlandil, he --- I don’t know what's wrong," I gasped, practically lifting him and carrying him back to the room. "He's, he's --- you'll see!"
I threw open the room door and shoved him forward.
Andiel stumbled a few steps, then frowned at me before moving to where Ashlandil sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off.
he'd only moved a little.
Andiel stepped in front of him, a look of surprise and an emotion I couldn’t describe on his face.
"Ashlandil?" He murmured, touching his shoulder, but Ashlandil didn’t move, didn’t even realize he was there.
"What's happening?" I asked, stepping to their side. "I can't do anything ---."
"What set this off?" Andiel asked me, tilting Ashlandils head back.
"He, I --- Geneva, she ---."
"Spit it out, Kenali!"
I flinched. "Geneva's dead, he thinks he killed her, but he didn't."
Andiel frowned deeper, his fingers brushing through the angel blood, it no longer burning his fingers.
He was more angel then human now.
"He's shutting himself down," Andiel muttered after a moment. "I've watched it happen before, when an angel was so done with this world. Do you remember Jehovah?"
"Yes."
"This is what happened to him. He calcified himself, cried out all of his blood and turned into a statue before crumbling into ash."
No!
"How do we stop him?" I demanded, clenching my hands.
"He needs more blood before he loses all of It," Andiel rubbed his jaw. "Jehovah only lasted a day like this before he crumbled. He really loves that human girl, doesn’t he?"
"Yes, more then anything." I murmured, raising my hand to stroke his hair, hardly able to breathe. "He feels so much... so much guilt, and..."
"This world isnt made for all of us," Andiel said after a moment when I'd trailed off. "There's pain here none of us ever expected to feel."
"We shouldn't feel it," I whispered, shaking my head. "This shouldn’t be happening. He doesn’t deserve this!"
"You don’t know all the things he's done, Kenali."
"I know what he's done for us," I stared at Andiel. "He's taken care of us, Andiel, and you know that. I would be dead already if it wasn’t for him, and you probably would be too. We have to help him!"
Andiel nodded, reaching over to cup my face. "I know that, my love, and we will, I swear to you. But he's going to need blood, and lots of it. I can give him mine, but my human body can only lose so much."
"He can have mine, it doesn’t matter to me," I muttered, pulling out of his grip, still hurt.
I shouldn’t be, it was foolish; and it also wasn’t the time for it.
I turned back to Ashlandil, biting my lip worriedly.
"How long does he need blood? How do we get him out of this? I've tried almost everything."
"He's going to have to come out of it on his own," Andiel shrugged. "That's... that's it. There's really nothing we can do for him other than feed him blood so he doesn’t expire."
Expire...
No...!
"Fine then, I'll keep giving him my blood until he comes out of it," I decided resolutely, glancing at Andiels face where it was beginning to look strained.
"Kenali," he turned to look at me, his eye color starting to flick between light and dark blue. "I don’t, I can't stay much longer ---."
"It's okay," I told him quickly, forcing a smile. "You've done more then enough, Andiel."
He looked a little relieved, and he pulled me to him. "I didn’t want her," he whispered in my ear, clenching me to him. "I swear to you, if I could stay awake ---."
"Enjoy your human experience," I murmured, feeling his warm heartbeat. "For all of us, enjoy your life, Andiel. I'll always be here later."
If he wanted to fall, which I sincerely hoped he didn’t.
He pulled away from me, looking sad.
"I love you, Kenali."
I love you too, I thought, seeing the color drain from his eyes.

Notes

So Geneva was murdered again Dx


Also, you guys, this site (like the MIW site and I think the SWS site) might be shutting down. I'm going to continue posting this story here until it does, but if it does go down, I will move this other to Mibba, where I write under the same pen name (Kellyrages) so you can continue to read it there!
Like I just spend the last hour of my life copy and pasting this entire story over into a new word document because I couldnt remember which chapters I had and what edits I'd made to them.
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