Ashlandil

"What the hell did you do?" Jake demanded the second Kenali stomped her little ass up the steps, and I rolled my eyes.
"Nothing."
"You got someone pregnant while you and Kenna were together?" CC demanded, taking a step toward me, his fists clenched. "How could you do that to her? I knew you kept cheating on her, but ---.
"It wasn't like I did it on purpose," I hissed, turning around abruptly to face off with my band. "Whose fucking side are you on, anyway?"
"And you lied to her about it," Jake shook his head like I hadn't even spoke. "Ash, man, you're really slipping."
Please.
"Why do you guys even give a fuck?" I muttered, glancing at the stairs. "You want her off the bus anyway."
"Wh--- Ash," CC looked stunned, but I'd heard their little conversation earlier and what he'd said to her. Kicking her off the tour was a little rough, but she would be fine. My apartment wasn't a dump, she would be fine staying there. Cronus could keep her company, like he'd already been doing.
"The only reason we do is because of how you two are acting," Andy spoke after a moment, his arms crossed. My eyes went to his face, and I could feel my temper start to spark.
"The only reason you don't want her on this bus is because you feel guilty for sleeping with Kennedi behind her back," I snapped. "You can't look at Kenna without feeling like shit over it, because you know you fucked yourself over where she was concerned!"
"You slept with the Ministers daughter?" Jinxx gasped, looking horrified and speaking for the first time. "Andy ---!"
Now he looked pissed. "I wasn't dating Kenna."
"But you acted like you were," CC turned on him, shaking his head. "You were all over her the second her and Ash broke up. She didn't even have a chance to recoup before you ---."
"Ashlandil!"
"--- were on her case like some kind of dog in heat!"
I glanced up.
What the fuck did she want? Why the hell couldn't she just stay pissed at me and leave me the fuck alone from now on?
Maybe it was a good idea she was getting off the bus, she was a distraction anyway. And why did she even care that Kacy was pregnant with my spawn? Was she more upset that I'd lied about it or the fact she thought there was competition for my attention?
She was so fucking needy.
I heard her call for me again, but I ignored it, turning to look at the guys instead. CC had turned on Andy and was having a basic meltdown, alternating between yelling at him and me like either of us really gave a fuck.
I knew he was close with Kenna, he was basically the closest thing she had to an actual friend, amd he was a good guy regardless. He was the human she should have been with, he was the one who would have been loyal to her without a doubt. He would have treated her the way she deserved to be, not the way me and Andiel had done.
We were both shitty, that I realized.
And I was growing bored of this.
I glanced up again, and then frowned, smelling the scent of blood.
Kenali?
Was she sick again?
Why the hell didnt that girl feed when she was supposed too? Well this fucking time she could get over it herself, I was tired of running to her fucking rescue every time she got a nose bleed.
Cronus could feed her his blood for once.
He was the one who'd given her the black veins anyway.
I really didn't care.
Though I suppose I should.
Kenali was the one who had gotten me out of the mess with Geneva, destroyed the footage of us, got me out of the room and had been trying to take care of me. And after all that I'd done to her, going dark and forcing myself on her, being too rough with her, making her feel awful because she loved Andiel and basically rubbing it in her face that they couldn't be together...
She shouldn't even want to take care of me.
but that was just who she was.
She was a good angel, and she never should have been down here anyway.
Mother fucker.
I had to check on her.
Irritated, I let my bag drop to the floor and turned, stalking for the stairs. I heard CC hiss something at me, but I ignored him
I didn't have time for this.
I wanted nothing more then to go to my bunk and sleep for the rest of eternity, or at least until this world met it's end and I could be sentenced to Hell already.
I huffed, and then frowned, the scent of blood thick as I reached the second level.
It shouldn't be like that.
"Kenali!?"
Oh fuck, what had happened?
I practically ran to the back of the bus, almost going through the door that lead to her bunk area.i shoved it open, gazing around the room until I saw her.
She was sprawled against the floor, her hair like blood around her face as she laid there. She had her arms wrapped tight around her stomach, and even from where I stood I could see the black veins in her arms pulsing radically.
I could see the slight mist where her blood was meeting the air, sizzling at the contact and disappearing, though the scent was heady and ---.
"Kenali!"
Her eyes roved to mine as I fell to my knees beside her, hearing the door click behind me. I forced her up into a sitting position, and she whimpered, clenching her arms tighter.
"What's going on?" I demanded, feeling my chest tighten in panic. "What's happening?"
"It hurts," she whispered, pressing her face against my shoulder. "My, my stomach, it ---."
She hissed, starting to bend over from the pain, but I forced her back, wrenching her arms away from her.middle and pulling her shirt up almost over her head so I could see.
Her pale stomach was discolored, black veins decorating it like vines crawling up a building. I pressed my hand against them, and she winced, biting her lip. I could feel them throbbing beneath my touch, still crawling their way up her skin, dangerously close to her heart this time.
Fucking sickness.
It really was a pain in the ass.
"You need to feed," I muttered, absently brushing as the blood that dripped from her nose. "It'll help."
"Somethings wrong," she rasped, shaking her head frantically. "Somethings wrong with Me!"
"You're sick, that's what's wrong," I grunted, gazing at her pale flesh. "You just need some blood and you'll be fine. Stop panicking."
"No," her fingers clenched against my chest. "No, no, somethings wrong, I --- I feel it. It's never b-been like this ---."
"You're fine," I almost wanted to roll my eyes at her. "Just --- fuck, here," I offered my wrist, "drink."
A frustrated look flitted across her face before being replaced by pain, and she started to double up again, a loud shriek wrenching itself from her throat and making my ears ring.
Fuck.
"Kena---."
She started to cry.
I tightened my hold on her, unsure what to do.
If she would drink my blood she would be fine, the veins would stop being so painful because her body would be stronger --- simple.
I knew I shouldn't be so flippant about this, she was in a lot of pain I could tell, but I just... I just didn't care as much as I should. She would heal fine, she would get over this .
And that's when I smelled it again.
That wasn't... That wasn't right.
My eyes roved down to her thighs, and I stared, seeing the Crimson blood seep heavily through her jeans, slowly spreading.
What the fuck?
Kenali suddenly shrieked, curling up on her side and sobbing, and I felt the veins pulse under my hand again, as if they were attacking her.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck fuck fuck.
She needed a hospital. Or something, anything, because I had no idea what to do!
"Cmere, we're gonna get up, okay?" I huffed, forcing my arms under her shaking body. "We're gonna fix this."
I didn't even know what was happening..
I'd never seen an angel bleed red before.
In Heaven,our blood was blue, almost silver, and down here it was the muddled black of demons.
But never red.
Not like this.
Before I could even stand with her, the door was being thrown against the wall, Andy and CC practically falling over each other in an attempt to get inside.
"What are you --- Kenna?" Andy cried, expression switching from anger to absolute fear. "Oh my god, what's wrong? She's bleeding!"
"We need a hospital," I hissed, standing abruptly, and I could feel the blood start to seep into my own clothes. "Tel the fucking driver to get us somewhere!"
Kenna was bleeding out, human style, and I didn't know what to do.



"Female, mid-twenties, hemorrhage," the paramedic burst to the doctors as they wheeled Kenali in on the gurney, she writhing back and forth. None of them could see the black veins crawling across her skin like tribal tattoos, not with their limited eyesight.
I was hot on their heels, not about to let them get very far with her; I refused to let her be in there by herself --- plus her hand was clenched in my sleeve and I had no choice but to jog or be dragged. Her blood was still coating my clothes and arms, and she was still bleeding, the Crimson liquid turning the white gurney an awful color.
Andy and the others were right behind us, but I heard someone stop them as we went through the double doors. I didn't even look back, I couldn't take my eyes off her face.
"It's gonna be okay," I assured her, my throat so tight I could barely speak. "They're gonna fix you, okay baby?"
I felt the nurse glance at me, and then down at the amount of blood Kenali was losing.
I didn't need her negativity.
"Sir, we're gonna need you to wait here now," the paramedic then said as they started down another hall, his hand pressing against my chest like I couldn't run through him like he was a piece of cardboard.
Kenali started to sit up in pure panic when she realized she didn't have a grip on me, and I saw her eyes flick to mine.
"Ashlan!"
"Ma'am, please, lay ---."
"Nooo --- Ashlan!" she started to fight the nurse who was trying to make her lay back, and I hovered uncertainly, unsure if I should go after her or wait like they'd told me.
Fuck I wasn't even sure they could help her.
They were fucking humans after all.
But she was bleeding red, and I didn't --- I'd never encountered this before. In all my years of being here ........
"Is she gonna be okay?" I rasped, turning to look at the paramedic where he stood, watching them disappear as well. His eyes turned to mine, and I could see it all over his face; she was bleeding too much too quickly, and it had taken us too long to get here --- but she was am angel, her body could withstand so much more then any human.
"As long as they can stop the bleeding," he told me, his eyes flicking down to my clothes. "Are you her boyfriend?"
"Yes." I didn't even hesitate. "What's wrong with her?"
He hesitated. "Sir, I'm not a doctor, I can't diagnose ---."
"Just fucking tell me what you think is wrong," I snapped, grabbing his arm so tightly I almost broke it.
He flinched, but his eyes glazed. "It could be a number of things, from a miscarriage to thyroid to sexual abuse and diseases. Only the doctors can tell you what's wrong."
Fuck fuck fuck.
I could rule out all of those except the disease; could the black veins do this? Make an angel bleed human blood?
It hadn't been hard for me, I'd been such a heavy sinner I'd barely noticed the sickness. But Kenali... She didn't feed like she was supposed too, she kept fighting it, wanting to be a good person and all that bullshit.
And look where it fucking got her!
I took a few steps back, staring at where she'd disappeared down the hallway, and I could vaguely still hear her voice ringing in my ears, shouting my name; I should have gone after her. I should have, have ---.
"Sir?"
My gaze flicked over to the woman standing beside me, a hesitant look on her face as she looked at me, a clipboard held tight between her brown fingers.
"We need you to fill out this paperwork for your girlfriend," she offered the clipboard to me. "You can sit down right over here."
I stared blankly at the papers.
How the hell could I fill these out?
I felt the nurse touch my shoulder lightly, and then she was guiding me, helping me sit down like I was suddenly brain dead, which is what it felt like, anyway.
"Tell me, what's your girlfriends name?" she asked, sitting down beside me,.
"Kenna."
"And her last name?"
She didn't have one, she'd never picked.
I hesitated.
"Purdy. P-U-R-D-Y."
"okay, and her birthday?"
Well... She'd popped down in May so...
"May. Twenty-sixth."
"Okay, and how old is she?"
Why the fuck did she have to ask so many questions?
"Twenty-six."
Why not?
I didn't have any answers to most of the questions, just kind of brushed them off for "later." the nurse just bobbed her head, and after I touched her hand she was completely fine with it not being filled out.
I just kind of sat there, I wasn't even sure how long it was, so I just kind of stared blankly into space.
Fifty thousand different, horrible things ran through my mind.
What if she was already dead and I didn't even know? And I was just sitting here like nothing was wrong when everything was?
First Geneva, now this --- I'd been pushing Kenali away for weeks, I thought it would be easier, but it wasn't.
I'd just been a dick to her the entire time.
And so had Andy.
Probably more so then even I had; his cruelness toward her was more painful to her then mine could ever be.
I don't think she much cared for me anymore anyway. Not after what I'd done to her --- she couldn't stand the thought of me even touching her.
But I didn't blame her.
What was wrong with me?
I couldn't sit here anymore, I had to check on her!
I pushed to my feet and to the desk, my fingers brushing the nurses cheek so that she would be compliant. In seconds I knew which room Kenali was in, that the doctors had just stepped out ---.
And I was gone.
I appeared in the doorway, seeing a nurse pulling a sheet over the angel, her red hair like blood across the pillows as she tossed her head, as if she was still in pain. They'd dressed her in one if those ugly dotted gowns, and even from here I could tell she hated it.
She mumbled something at the nurse, whose brow furrowed.
Right.
She probably didn't need to he spouting anything about now.
I stepped inside quickly, going to her side and immediately taking her hand. Her dilated eyes roved to mine after a few seconds, and then she looked relieved.
"Ashlan," she mumbled, her hand squeezing mine.
"Hey, sweetheart," I said gently, brushing her hair from her face. "How do you feel?"
"I hurt," she wrinkled her nose. "Stupid gown. Dots."
I smiled slightly, but it melted instantly as I looked up at the nurse. "What's wrong with her? "
"Um, I'll need to get Dr. Berman, I'll be just a moment," she said, her eyes flicking to my clothes and away as she scurried to the door. I flicked my hand, and it closed softly, the latch clicking the only sound.
"Are you okay?" I murmured, carefully sitting down on the edge of the head, and Kenali bobbed her head, eyes roving again.
They must have pumped her full of pain medication.
Even our systems were vulnerable to them.
"I feel... Bad," she sighed, pressing her free hand against her face. "It aches. The veins. I don't ... Understand..."
I didn't either.
"I'm sure it was just a flook," I sighed, reaching forward to caress her face. "Nothing to worry about. You'll be out of here in no time."
"Mhmhmm."
Well she was too out of it to even hold a conversation with.
She turned her face into my palm as her eyes closed, and she mumbled under her breath something I couldn't understand before she started to doze. Her fingers went lax in mine, and after a few seconds I pulled away from her, my eyes flicking to the door as it opened.
An older gray haired man stepped in, then forced a tired smile at me. He motioned me at the door and I hastily stood, following him into the hallway.
"Are you ---."
"Husband, yeah," I nodded; might as well go with that, right? Considering I gave her my last name, it would be a lot easier to explain.
"Right. Well, we're not quite sure what caused the sudden hemorrhaging, not until we run some more tests once she's regained her strength." he informed me, nudging his glasses back on his nose. "She lost a lot of blood, but we've given her some transfusions of O neg; there was some kind of incident at the lab, her blood was contaminated somehow, so we don't know what type it is." he sighed; more like it was black and they had no idea what had happened. "Anyhow, we're going to need to keep her for several days to see what the problem is."
Understandable.
"But she's going to be fine, right?"
"Her condition has stabilized, yes," he nodded, eyes roving my blood coveted clothes; yes, I was aware I looked like I'd massacred someone, they didn't all have to be so interested in it.
"Good," I sighed, running my hands through her hair.
"There's something else, however," the doctor cleared his throat, and my eyes went to his face. He was about a head taller then me, stick thin beneath his white coat and probably in his fifties.
And if he gave me anymore bad news I was in the mind to just snap him in half, just to relieve some of the stress.
"What is it?"
"We did an ultrasound to try to see if there was any internal damage." he met my eyes. "Are you aware she's three weeks pregnant?"
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"She's WHAT?"
The doctor winced. "Apparently not. Well, Congratulations. You're going to be parents."
Oh no no no.
There was no way in fucking hell that bitch was pregnant.
She hadn't slept with any humans!
None of us could get her that way!
"Are you fucking sure?" I demanded, staring at him.
"Well have to run a blood test to be positive, but otherwise yes."
Oh shit.
Fuck fuck fuck.
FUCK.
My eyes flicked back to where she slept, the small window of the door giving me a blurry image of her restless form.
She was fucking pregnant?
That didn't make any sense!
How!?
Surely to hell Andiel couldn't get her ---.
.....
Goddammit.
Andiel couldn't, but human fucking Andy could.
I would fucking slit his throat.
I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth so hard they popped.
He ruined EVERYTHING.
Kenali couldn't bear a child, she couldn't keep it and raise it --- shit, she couldn't even take care of herself! She was always getting into trouble, or hurting herself or not feeding properly or, or ---.
God, this explained so much
"Are you sure she's only three weeks?" I sighed, feeling myself start to deflate. The doctor had been watching me warily, and he relaxed when he realized I wasn't going to try to punch him.
"Well have to do more tests ---."
"Then goddammit do more tests!" I burst, throwing my hands up in aggravation. "You better be fucking sure she is before ---."
"Ashley?"
GOD AM MIT.
I looked over as Andy started down the hall towards us, his steps faltering. He had a bag over his shoulder, and I halfway hoped there was clean clothes in it.
"What's going on?" he asked, coming to a stop. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine," I scowled at him. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you've been here a couple hours, so me and the guys went back to the bus and got you guys some clothes. Well, you, especially," he glanced me over. "So is she okay or what?"
"She's fine," I sighed. "She's stabilized. They wanna keep her for a few days."
"A few days." he hesitated. "But we gotta be in ---."
"You'll have to find someone else until she's out," I grunted, turning to look at the doctor. "I'm not leaving her."
"Ash---."
"Find someone else!" I snapped, glaring at him.
This was all his fault.
She was pregnant because of him.
This was all his fault!
The doctor suddenly cleared his throat, and we looked at him.
"I'll be checking in after a few hours," he said after a moment. "Well run the necessary tests. For the time being, it's best she rests."
"Of course, thanks." I nodded, taking a few steps back. The doctor quickly left, and I turned to Andy, clenching my jaw as I did so.
That baby she carried wasn't mine, but I wasn't about to let Andy know that it was his. Fuck, I wouldn't even tell Kenali she was pregnant except for the fact it was inevitable. It wasn't exactly something I could hide from her, was it?
But fuck...
Why couldnt it be mine?

Notes

Ayo! Update-o!
Don't get cozy and think everything is going to be peachy from here on out --- it never is with angels.

Thanks For Being So Patient You Guys ! I'm gonna try to update a lot more often, time just gets away from me sometimes ---.

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