My Fallen Angel

I sat in the dressing room in Andys chair, my feet propped up on a stool they'd brought me out of kindness. Andy leaned closer to his makeup mirror, drawing on his war paint quickly; the guys were all running a little behind for their show.
I glanced over at Ashlan where he flicked his dark hair out of his face, texting someone quickly.
Was he texting Geneva?
Was she going to be here tonight? Where was she going to be? She really did look like a pumpkin.
I frowned at myself.
When had I become so judgemental and rude?
I sighed, and ran my hands through my messy hair, knowing I was a little pale and a little grouchy.
I was wearing long sleeves, and the end of them had a slit for my thumb, so they also covered my hands, which was good considering the black veins running through my skin like tattoos.
I suddenly sneezed, and both Andy and Ashlandil looked at me, both of them trying to not look concerned but failing.
"Are you getting a cold?" I heard CC ask worriedly from his table, he completely shirtless in the cold atmosphere.
"No, I'm fine," I muttered, using a tissue to wipe my nose hastily.
"Kenna, maybe you should just rest on the bus," Andy suggested after a moment. "You look really tired."
"I'm fine!" I insisted, tired of his coddling. "Really, stop worrying so much."
"When you look like shit, we have to worry," Ashlandil told me, and I glared at him.
I threw one of Andys makeup brushes at him, and he chuckled, catching it before it smacked him in the face.
"Calm down now, I'm just stating what we're all thinking. No one else has the balls too. You need to get some rest. And something to eat," he added, giving me that look.
I glared at him, crossing my arms. "No."
"Kenna, we talked ---."
"I . Said. No." I narrowed my gaze at him. "That's final."
"Fuck, whatever," he muttered, turning away from me. "Fuck me for trying to be nice."
Jake cleared his throat pointedly, and we both huffed, looking away from each other.
"You're on in five minutes!" Someone suddenly announced.
"Thanks," Andy called, finishing his makeup.
He took a step back, eyeing the finished product while I eyed the back of his jeans appreciatively.
They fit him so well.
"Um, excuse me?"
We all glanced over, and I sat straight up, recognizing the pumpkin in the doorway.
"Gene ---- Ginny," Ashlandil turned toward her immediately, his entire face lighting up like he was seeing Christmas. "You made it."
"Um, yes," she threaded her fingers together nervously. "They told me to come back here?"
"Oh, yeah, I requested it. Guys, you remember Ginny from the party, right?"
There was a chorus of agreements.
"After the show we're gonna give her an interview for her paper to help her out." He continued, walking over to where she stood, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it.
Her face flamed, and I narrowed my eyes, dissecting her.
How was her soul? Was she really that sweet? What if she had secret motives we didn't know about? What if she hurt him again?
What if I needed to break her in half?
Her eyes flicked around the room, landing on me a split second and then hastily away with a cringe, and I realized I was glaring openly at her.
I looked away, annoyed at myself.
"Uh, Ginny, you haven't met Kenna, have you?"
"Um, no," her voice was small, shaking slightly.
Yes, she hadn’t met me yet.
"Kenna, bab --- er, I want you to meet Ginny," he said, motioning his hand. I hesitated, then hopped to my feet and walked over to where they stood in the doorway, clenching my hands behind my back.
"Hi," I forced a smile at her, trying to be friendly.
"Hi..." She looked down at her hands, and you could see how incredibly uncomfortable she was.
I sighed, relaxing slightly, and offered her my hand. "It's nice to meet you," I said after a moment, her shy eyes flicking up to mine. She hesitated, then took my hand lightly, her palms sweaty.
I blinked at her.
She was like a freaking saint, her soul was so sweet.
I took my hand away quickly, giving Ashlandil a glance to see he was looking between the two of us carefully. I gave a slight nod as I stepped away.
"Guys, time to get on the stage!" Someone called, and the boys started hustling to the door. Ginny stepped back quickly to the side, and I followed her out, standing a few feet from her.
"Are you sure you don’t wanna just go sleep on the bus?" CC asked me as he walked past, and I shook my head.
"Good, really," I gave him a half-smile.
"Are you sure?" Jake asked me, hesitating. "Kenna, you probably need to go to a doctor just in case."
"No, i'll be fine --- just need some more rest is all. And i'm not gonna miss your show! No go on," I flailed my hands at the boys, noticing Ashlandil was too busy whispering to his reincarnated love to even notice anything else was happening. "Go play your show!"
"Well, okay," CC said reluctantly, and they all hustled forward, Andy staying back for a split second.
"You gonna be okay?" He asked softly, leaning his head in the direction of Ginny.
"Of course." I nodded, and he glanced over one more time, hesitating. Then he shrugged, and tilted my chin up, kissing me.
I hesitated, then kissed him back, his lips sinking against mine sweetly.
Oh how I loved him.
He pulled away after a moment, ruffled my hair annoyingly, then took off for the stage, Ashlandil taking off seconds after him, giving me a frown as he did so.
I crossed my arms, watching as all of them took the stage, the crowd roaring after their appearance.
Well.
I glanced back at Ginny, seeing her anxiously wringing her hands, not knowing what to do with herself.
Well, time to dig, I thought, turning toward her.
She seemed to shrink under my gaze, intimidated.
I gave her a warm smile. "So, you and Ashley are getting along well?"
"Um, I'm just here for an interview," she mumbled, staring at the floor. She was dressed cute, and showing a little bit of cleavage, so I knew she was at least a little interested.
And engaged from the look of her hand.
I raised a brow, but I wasn't that shocked he was still persistent about being with her.
Though if he murdered her again I don’t think he would forgive himself.
Not that I should mention that, I suppose.
"Do you wanna watch the show with me?" I asked, offering my arm.
"Um, are we allowed that close?"
"Of course," I nodded, and she shrugged, taking my arm and following me side stage. I crossed my arms, watching as Andy moved around the stage, unable to stand still for his life. He gave a scream into the microphone as they started Faithless, the bell tolling ominously.
I knew it was hot out there under all the lights, and the flames shooting out of the stage probably didn’t help either.
I'd never really listened to the song admittedly, so when Ashlandils party came on and he sang the backup slightly, I cut my eyes to him in surprise, hearing his voice.
He didnt sound bad at all.
I stared at him, seeing his confidence as he played his instrument, his fingers rushing across the strings easily, his head banging along with the rest of them.
I bit my lip.
I really needed to get my sin under control.
My eyes flicked back to Andy, and the feeling between my thighs suddenly made me feel very uncomfortable.
I shifted my weight, and Andy glanced over at me, flashing a smile my way before he continued to sing.
I think I needed a very cold shower.
"Is it warm to you?" I asked, looking around for something to fan myself with.
"Yeah, a little bit," Ginny looked at me curiously. "Are you dating Andy Biersack now?"
"What? No," I found an abandoned magazine, and quickly fanned my face, feeling like my skin was on fire.
Oh damn it was hot.
"But he kissed you...." She stared at me as she trailed off. "You left Ashley for him?"
"Of course not," I looked at her in surprise; why was she suddenly so forward? "I would never do a thing like that."
"Then what's... I mean, it's none of my business." She looked down again. "I don’t mean to pry."
"If you're an interviewer, that's kind of your profession," I reminded her, fanning myself so hard my hair was blowing off my shoulders.
"But no, I'm not dating Andy, I didn't leave Ashley for him either. It
just sort of... happened that way." I sighed. "You wouldn't understand."
"Of course not," she nodded, and I could practically feel a word being branded across my forehead. I let my fanning slowly stop as I turned to look at her, clenching my jaw in irritation.
I wasnt a whore, if that was what she was thinking.
I glared at her. "I can feel you thinking that all the way from here."
She jumped, and looked at me, her face flaming. "What?"
"I'm not a whore."
"I --- I never said you were," she stammered, taking a step away from me.
"Your face said a different story."
She bit her lip, looking like she wanted nothing more then to sink into the floor, and I was starting to wish that myself.
I clenched my hands, and tossed the magazine to the side, deciding I needed some fresh air. I walked away from her and started to the fire exit across from the stage, deciding I could step outside and cool off in the damp Welsh air.
I really didn’t like her.

I huffed as I leaned against the brick wall, staring at the bus where it was parked in the alley.
I was still burning up, I felt like my skin was on fire.
Sweet god why was I so hot?
I could practically see my breath out here, but it made no difference, and I started to pace in aggravation.
That girl was such a twat.
She wasn't really, but I didn't care, I didn't like her.
Though it wasn't her fault.
Maybe it was because I felt so bad about myself now.
It did look like I'd just left Ashlandil for Andy in a snap of a finger, and I suddenly felt so terrible because that was almost exactly what I'd done.
I hadn't even given time for Ashlandil to fully process we were through before I'd jumped Andy in the bathroom, though that had sort if just happened.
What if he thought I was a... A whore?
I groaned, running my hands through my hair in aggravation as I paced the length of the bus, feeling my skin slightly start to cool the longer I stayed out here in the cold air.
Whew.
I glanced back at the door as it opened and Andy stepped out, sweat running down the side of his face from the heat in that building.
"You okay?" he asked, stepping out.
"It was too hot in there, I couldn't handle it," I sighed. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay." he told me quickly, letting the door close behind him as he walked over to my side. "Who was Ginny?"
Had he not met her?
"Some fling of Ashleys, " I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about her. I frowned down at my nails, seeing the red paint CC had put on them was starting to chip.
"Ah." Andy slipped his hands around my waist. "You okay?"
"Of course," I blinked up at him. "He can do as he likes."
"Just the look you gave her said you could have run her through, " he murmured, hesitant.
"That's just my face when I meet new people, " I said lightly, pressing my fingers against his damp chest.
He was absolutely burning up from running around on stage, and for the most ungodly reason I was so turned on I could take him against the dumpster right now.
I bit my lip unhappily.
"Kenna, what is it?" Andy sighed, brushing my hair behind my ear. "Are you still not feeling well?"
"I just... Can we go on the bus?" I sighed. "Everyone else is going to the hotel right?"
"Yeah," Andy threaded his fingers through mine. "Sure. We can catch up with them later."
Good.
I started off toward the bus and he followed me, stretching his arms over his head.
"I gotta take a shower," he yawned as we climbed up the steps. "I'm pretty sweaty. Gimme five minutes?"
No way.
I turned as we got to the couch and curled my fingers into his ripped shirt, hungrily pulling his lips to mine.
His hands closed over my hips, and I could feel his surprise as I took a step back, my calves hitting the couch. I jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it behind us, running my nails down his chest.
"Kenna ---."
"Don't talk," I whispered, tugging on his lip with my teeth. "Just be naked."
He grinned, and then he was pulling my clothes over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up as he turned, falling back over the couch. I straddled him, my lips crushed against his as I worked on his belt.
He buried his hands in my hair, and I jerked his tight jeans open, feeling the hunger rise.
Why was I so hungry?
God I was starving.
"Whoa, Kenna, wait," Andy suddenly gasped, and I paused, my lips on his neck and my hand hovering over his open jeans.
"Why?" I mumbled, raising my head. I leaned back, frowning at him. "Why are we waiting?"
"Look," his eyes were on my chest, "um, fuck, I can't remember now."
I rolled my eyes. "Then why are we waiting?"
I pressed my lips back against his neck, nibbling my way to his perfect jaw, my hand slipping carefully inside his jeans. He groaned as I took him into my hand, and he hardened almost immediately.
hehehe.
I chuckled, and left hickeys running up his neck as I pumped my hand around his length, my chest pressing against his.
"Kenna," he gasped, his hand suddenly wrapping around my wrist, "stop."
What?
"Andy!" I pulled away and glared at him. "What is wrong with you? I'm already half naked here. Why do you keep telling me no?"
What was this? The third time?
Why could he resist me so well when no one else could?
He was the only person who had ever told me no, even Ashlandil never had.
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest unhappily.
"Hey, don't get upset, " he said quickly, running his hands through his hair. "But you were so sick yesterday, and now you're jumping my bones and I don't have any condoms and this is just such a bad time ---."
I pressed my finger over his lips. "Andy, you don't understand. I want you, right now, on this couch, got it?"
I'd be damned if I couldn't feed right now, I was almost in pain because of it.
I pressed my lips to his throat again, biting lightly. His hands flexed on my hips.
"I don't care about anything else right now," I breathed, closing my hand around his length again and making him close his eyes in pleasure. "And neither do you."
"God," he groaned, his hands gliding up my skin to cup my breasts.
I kissed him, his tongue instantly assaulting mine, his lust overcoming his senses just as my sin went into overdrive.
I moaned, pulling away from his lips, nearly falling out of his lap as I squirmed out of the rest of my clothes, letting them fall wherever in the floor.
Andy watched me hungrily, and he wrapped one hand around my hip as I crawled over him again, his other guiding himself to my entrance.
I lowered myself onto him, feeling heat rush over my skin.
Yes, this is what I wanted.
Andy groaned, forcing my hips to move against his, and he took my breast into his mouth, his tongue ravishing the sensitive skin.
I gasped as he bit lightly, and my fingers clenched in his hair, my pace increasing.
I tilted My head back, small gasps escaping my lips.
It felt extraordinarily good tonight.
"Ungh, Andy, harder," I moaned, and his fingers tightened on my skin before he was suddenly turning us, forcing my back against the cushions, his hips ramming into mine.
He caught my wrists, forcing them over my head to the couch arm, his lips on my throat.
Dammit, I clenched my hands, feeling the slight panic again.
Why did it frighten me so badly when he held me down? It had been so exciting before, but now it scared me.
"Andy ---," I gasped, starting to tell him, but he suddenly hit my spot, and everything abruptly seemed to explode. He groaned, following my example seconds later. I arched myself against him as I climaxed, a loud cry tearing from my lips.
I felt his teeth suddenly sink through my skin.
No!
"Andy!" I nearly shrieked in panic, jerking my wrists from his grip in fear.
My blood would burn his mouth!
It would kill him!
Oh God no!
"Fuck," he gasped, panting over me as he raised his head. "Sorry!"
I hesitated, staring up at his face as he propped himself over me, my black blood on his lips.
Holy ....
It should have scalded his lips like acid, not done that.
I blinked.
"Are you okay?" he asked, placing his hand over my neck where it continued to bleed. "Fuck! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"
Why didn't it hurt him?
I could hear it eating through the couch material as it rolled down my shoulder.
Jeez, how deep did he bite?
"It's fine," I whispered after a moment, placing my hands on his chest. "Just, um..."
"Sorry! Right," he quickly straightened, and I closed my legs as I sat up. He tossed me his t shirt, and I held it against me as I stood, scurrying to the bathroom.
I shut the door hastily, and then turned, wincing as I turned the light on.
This wasn't good.
He shouldn't be able to take my blood like that.
It should have hurt him, not been completely inconsequential.
Was I... Losing my angelic abilities?
Or was his just getting stronger?
"Kenna? Babe, are you okay?" he was suddenly pounding on the door. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite you --- I ---."
"It's okay," I told him hastily, feeling the bleeding stop. I took a rag And cleaned hastily, seeing the deep bite marks.
Oh dear, how was I going to hide that from Ashlandil? he knew I was sleeping with Andy but I didn't like rubbing it in his face.
"Kenna?" Andy sounded so worried, and I sighed, pulling his ripped t shirt over my head before unlocking the door, and he bounded inside immediately, his face white.
"How bad is it? Did I hurt you? Fuck," he gasped as he jerked the collar away from my throat. "I'm so sorry! I just didn't expect you to cum right then and I was just going to nip and ---."
"It's okay, really!" I burst, pressing my hands against his chest to calm him down. "It's not that bad."
He felt so bad about it, and I sighed, pressing my lips against his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso.
"Really, Andy, it's okay."
"I'm sorry, " he whispered again. "You shrieked and I thought I'd really hurt you and ---."
"I was just surprised!" I was so scared for him, I thought he would die!
"Kenali?"
Fuck!
I hesitated, wondering why Ashlandil was on the bus and not with his new (or would it be considered old?) flame.
"Yeah?" I called, poking my head out of the bathroom and forcing Andy to stay back.
Ashlandil started to me immediately, face worried. "Are you okay? I heard something and I smell bloo---."
I pressed my finger to my lips, and he cut himself off, glancing behind me into the bathroom as he realized Andy was there..
"It's okay," I gave him what I hoped was a convincing smile. "Don't worry over it. Where's Ginny?"
"She's waiting inside," he was frowning now. "It's wanted to check on you. What's --- ?"
"Nothing," I told him hastily, Andy shuffling awkwardly behind me. "But I'm gonna take a shower and head over to the hotel."
Ashlandil narrowed his eyes, but I was hoping he wouldn't press the point right now. He shrugged after a moment, turning away from me, and I relaxed.
"Fine. You can tell me later," he murmured, so soft I knew I was the only one who heard. I sighed, closing the bathroom door.
He was no fool.
I turned to look back at Andy, still wearing only his t shirt, and gave him a slight smile. "I guess we better head over there now, huh?"
"Probably, " he agreed, not looking at me.
I hesitated, then lightly pressed my fingers into his chest. "Please don't feel bad, it was an accident."
"it shouldn't have happened, " he muttered, stepping away from me.
He shuffled around to the door and stepped out, wearing only his jeans that I'd never fully taken off him. He scrounged our clothes out of the floor, giving me mine.
"it'll meet you outside, " he muttered, and left me alone on the bus.
Well this hadn't gone as planned.
But nothing with Andy ever did.

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