My Fallen Angel

I heard Ashlandil shut the door softly behind him, and I cracked open my eyes, head pounding.
I felt... I wanted to say awful, but I didn't.
I felt perfectly fine.
I sat up slowly, realizing I didn't have a hangover or anything, in fact, I felt even better then I had before. I glanced down at my arm, seeing my black veins weren't as prominent today either.
I blocked out the reason why before it could fully form in my mind.
I quickly stumbled out of bed, going to the shower and getting the smell of death and alcohol off my skin, washing my hair with my strawberry shampoo.
I chuckled, forcing my mood to be happy as I stepped out, drying my hair halfway and donning some clothes, wanting to see Andy.
We needed to talk.
I struggled into my skinny jeans, frowning when they didn't fit my waist quite right. Could I even gain weight as an angel?
Odd.
I scowled, ditching the jeans and finding a larger pair, shimmying into them and then heading for his room, tugging a jacket on as I went. I trotted down the hallway quickly to his room, and just turned the corner when his door opened.
I froze mid step.
What?
I stared, watching as the young, dark haired girl quickly stumbled out of the room, holding her shoes in her hand and her jacket in the other. Andy stepped to the doorway behind her hesitantly, his hair messed and a hesitant look on his face.
What?
My eyes widened more as she turned, and I recognized Kennedi, her face tired but beaming as she turned to face him. She reached up, caressing his face, and he leaned down enough where she could reach him without her heels on.
WHAT?
I took a step back uneasily, seeing them kiss, rather too long for my taste.
I wrinkled my nose, and turned away, pressing my back against the wall.
They'd slept together.
Was she his human?
Why else would he be so drawn to her?
Or was he just sleeping with her because he was upset with me?
There was a sudden roaring sound in my ears.
I had to get out of here.
I couldn't be here anymore.
I quickly took off, running down the hallway toward the magic box that moved between floors before Kennedi caught up with me in the hall.
I stabbed the button that summoned it, wiping hastily at my eyes as they started to tear.
Why was I such a baby?
I knew Andy would have to leave me eventually.
I just hadn't expected it to hurt this much.
God, why had I even come down here? Why hadn't I just listened to your words and believed in you?
I was such a failure.
The doors dinged, and I threw myself forward without looking, accidently smashing into someone as I did.
"Ah, er, sorry --- Kenna?"
I raised my head, blinking through my tears.
"CC?" I sniffled.
He blinked at me, holding a tray of coffees on his arm, the hot smell reaching my nose.
"Kenna, what's wrong?" He asked, his dark eyes widening as he saw my tears, and I glanced back, seeing a flash of dark hair as Kennedi walked by, humming lightly. CC stared at her as the doors started to ding close, and then looked back at me.
"Oh." Was all he said.
I turned away from him, backing myself into the corner as the magic box started moving, and CC turned to look at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly, taking a step toward me. "What happened? Jesus, what the hell happened to your jaw? Did someone hit you?"
"It's fine," I mumbled, turning my face away from him and pressing it against the cold metal of the wall. "Don't."
His hand hovered where he had started to touch my arm, and then dropped.
The doors dinged open, showing the lobby, and I rushed out, needing to escape the smothering building.
"Kenna, hey, wait up!" CC called, but I ignored him, running for the spinning doors. I shoved out onto the street blindly, just needing to get away, needing to get somewhere else.
Anywhere else.
I started off in a random direction, hearing thunder in the distance, but I didn't care.
I just needed to get somewhere.
I wandered aimlessly for a little while, and found myself at a fountain. I sat down at the edge, staring down into the water, looking at the change as they glimmered.
Now all I could think about was when Andy had brought me to the park, us making wishes.
Dancing.
How I had loved the dancing.
I let my face drop into my hands, my shoulders started to shake as I sobbed.
The fun was over.
He'd found his human, and now I had no one.
I wept shamelessly, not caring who saw or who walked by; I just wanted to be able to cry for a little while.
Because for the rest of eternity I was going to be by myself, and maybe if I got it all out now, I wouldn't have anything left.
"Kenna?" Someone huffed, and I raised my head slightly, my vision swimming.
"CC? Why are you following me?"
CC squatted down in front of me, a hat on his head and his dark hair in a bun at his nape. He let his hand rest on my knee, forcing my attention to him instead of sobbing.
"What's wrong, Kenna? Who hit you?" He frowned, his brows drawn together. "What happened?"
"I --- nothing like that ---," my jaw didn’t even hurt.
I looked down at my hands.
"Do you want Andy or Ashley?" He asked, and I shook my head harshly; no way did I want either of them!
"Did one of them do this?" He asked softly, and my eyes flicked to his face.
"Why would you think that?" I sniffled.
"I'm not blind, Kenna. I know you and Andy have a thing, we all do. And I know Ashley isn't very happy about it either." His eyes were lingering on my throat, and I raised a hand automatically to cover the bruises there, realizing I'd worn a shirt with a bigger collar than usual.
"So which one of them hurt you?"
Emotionally? Both of them.
Physically? Neither.
I just shook my head. "Neither of them, really. It was just an accident."
"What was an accident?"
No, no, no, I thought, forcing my brain to shut down.
It was right on the tip of my brain, the memory of last night, but I hastily repressed it again, not wanting to deal with it right now.
I couldnt deal with it right now.
I couldnt handle anything else.
I buried my face into my hands, shaking my head, and CC carefully sat down beside me, his hand resting on the center of my back.
"Look, Kenna, I know we're not best buds or anything, but you can talk to me, you know?"
I just wanted him to leave me alone.
I wanted to be sad all by myself.
"Kenna?"
"Please," I said after a moment. "Can you just... leave me alone?"
"No way, you might run off again like you did last time and cause Ashley to have a mental breakdown. Do you realize how difficult an alcoholic Ashley is to deal with?"
I snorted slightly.
I had an idea.
"And, okay, so I'm not trying to pry or anything, but you guys were literally screaming at each other day and it wasn’t exactly hard to make out what you were saying," CC spoke after a moment, looking a little embarrassed. "I know you’ve kind of moved on but he's for real when he says he loves you. I've never seen him act like that around anyone else but you."
God, I knew he love me.
Why did everyone have to keep reminding me?
I glanced at CC again, and raised my head slightly. "What did you do with all of your coffee?"
"Oh, I left it at the front desk to let them deliver it up. You seemed like you needed someone more then they needed coffee," he shrugged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I sighed, rubbing my face.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
I heard thunder boom again, and then suddenly it was pouring down. CC cursed, lurching to his feet, and then forced me to mine as well. He pulled me after him as he sprinted for one of the shops, desperate to get us out of the rain.
I laughed slightly, seeing his frantic expression. He was like a cat when it was caught outside.
We hurried into a coffee shop, both of us and a few other patrons soaked.
I sighed, looking down at myself. My shirt was clinging to my skin almost see through in its thinness and my jacket had been basically useless; I hadn't expected to come outside, I'd been so intent on seeing Andy and apologizing for acting so selfishly the other day, I...
Well, I suppose it didn’t matter now.
Maybe I could just get Ashley to enamor the past few months out of Andys mind since he'd become so immune to my enamor, or I could get Cronus to do it as well.
One of them, at least.
"Well, fuck," CC sighed, looking down at his wet clothes. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Storms do that around here," a mustached man said from behind the counter. "You want some coffee to warm you up while you wait it out? I can get you some towels."
"That would be great, thanks. Kenna, what do you want?"
"Nothing, that's ---."
"Mocha coffee for me, hot chocolate for her," CC told him, fumbling his wallet out of his pocket and grimacing when his paper money dripped water.
The mustached man chuckled, taking it regardless. "Find a table and I'll bring you your drinks."
"Thanks, come on, Kenna." CC's hand wrapped around me, and I dutifully followed him to a table by the window where we could watch the rain. I curled my hair around my fingers, feeling it start to dry in the overly warm atmosphere, frizzing a little bit.
CC had gotten lucky wearing his hat.
I gave the mustached man a grateful smile as he appeared at our table, offering us towels, and he blinked several times at me, seeming a little off kilter.
Oops.
I ran the towel through my hair and over my clothes, though it wasn’t going to do them much good. I quickly folded it up and sat on it, hoping my dripping mess wouldn’t ruin the shops nice chairs.
"So, you gonna tell me what went down today that freaked you out so bad?" CC asked, and I shook my head.
"No."
He sighed, but seemed to accept it, gratefully taking the coffee when it was served to us. I raised the hot chocolate to my lips, the smell heavenly, and I sighed, it not too hot but not cold either.
Perfect.
Humans really did have wonderful foods, except Koolaid.
But that might be because CC was terrible at mixing it.
I chuckled, feeling my awful mood start to sink away a little bit as I spent time with him, he cracking jokes and telling me stories about the past jokes he'd played on his band members or some of their adventures.
He really was hilarious.
I giggled, nearly spilling my hot chocolate I was laughing so hard, and CC grinned in triumph.
"See! I knew I could get you to feel better."
"You did," I smiled at him, seeing the rain was starting to slow down. "I thought I would be morose for the next several days."
"Yeah, totally don’t know what that word means," he shrugged, leaning back in his chair, crossing his booted ankles under the table. "But I'll just take that in a good way."
I smiled again.
There were good humans here after all.

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