So far, no one's caught the hidden thing in Chap. 1. -Sigh- lol. I love that I got some new readers out there, score!! XD. You'll learn to just ignore the A/N's sooner or later lol. Umm, alot of you are all like wtf?! So, hopefully this'll bring it down to a wtf...? See, that's better. No lie, the last 4 paragraphs came to me like in the last five minutes lol. See what I mean when I told you this really isn't on a set track? haha. Anyway, umm, the all important battle will come soon enough, but there's still time. I gots to establish shit first XD. Hope you guys like it! Thanks to all that just plain take the time to read this!! =) Btw, not writing POV at the beg. for this chap either.
Disclaimer: Ha, Tom thought he had it bad with the last story. He's got another thing coming. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! =)
I slowly approached her while all the while inhaling her scent (she always smelled like vanilla). For Christmas, I got her this entire gift basket of anything that smelt like vanilla, and apparently, she put it to good use.
"I just can't wait for the day my mom walks in to see some creepy chick standing next to my window," she said with a grin on her face. She was fake happiness all she wants...we both can.
"I could just erase it from her mind, Spencer," I replied dryly as I took a seat on the edge of her bed as she turned on her computer. When it was done starting up; all you saw on the screen was a giant picture of Ashley and Spencer on the beach. "Are you ever going to change that?"
She turned back and looked at me; eyes filled with sadness, remorse, and of course, anger. "I don't see you getting rid of your wedding ring anytime soon."
"Well, its great to know you're in a good mood." I smirked as she rolled her eyes and turned back around. Once I was out of her sight, I dropped the smirk. Replacing it with a face that I remember my children wearing at my funeral; depression.
"So, please tell me you plan on going back, Alex?" I ignored the fact that she called me by the name I made up when I was watching over Ashley.
"There is no going back, Spencer. You know that." She gave me the look her mother gave her when she heard her talking to herself in her room last week. "Do you plan on going back to Ashley?"
"She's the one that left me..." Her eyes were content with staring at her black converse I bought her yesterday since her old ones got a dirt-stain from the baseball game she played in her gym class.
"You know it was for the best, Spencer." As much as I resent Ms. Davies, I did know that she loved Spencer.
"Yeah, 'cause me sitting here being all pathetic is soooo great." I caught a flash of blonde hair as she swiftly turned around in her computer chair.
"Its better than having a chunk taken out of your neck," I mumbled.
She opened her mouth to respond, but I was already gone. Running away from the only one that can remotely understand the feelings I'm going through.
"Spencer, were you talking to someone?"
"I was on the phone, Mom."
We all have our reasons for running away.
"My dad's been looking for you." She had her arms crossed across her chest, and her legs were shoulder length apart. She looked like some FBI agent, or something.
"Oh, he's in his office?" I started walking before her grabbing my arm and pulling me into my room stopped me. She shut the door behind me and took a seat on the couch James got me. Of course, Angela just thought it was a random gift. Not a gift for finally getting Shannon out of the picture.
"He fell asleep. Told me to tell you he wants to see you once you wake up tomorrow." Everything about her just reminded me of a zombie. She was a living, walking, talking corpse...or at least that's what she acted like.
"I'll be sure to do that then." I took my jacket off and hung it up in the miniature closet. "So..." It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her; it was just weird.
"Umm...Lucifer's still working on the repair for your car. He said it'll be done by next week at the latest." Dead. Lifeless. Corpse.
"Yeah, I owe him for that," I laughed, in a desperate attempt to lighten the tense mood.
"He doesn't mind. You know he likes cars...gets it from him mom..." She looked down at the floor and bit her lip; the most alive thing she's seen her do since Shannon left.
"You miss her." It was a statement. Any idiot with half-a-brain could figure it out.
"Its obvious." She closed her eyes for a few seconds and started rubbing her hands over her knees. "Do you miss Spencer?"
I had a feeling it would come up at a point. I mean, I've been waiting for her to ask this since the day she found out I left Spencer. Why?
Well, Shannon left her, I left Spencer. If I was in her shoes, I'd ask me, 'cause she probably wants to know what Shannon's feeling, and since me and her did the same thing, she figures I'd be feeling the same.
"Sometimes. It was better for her though. I wouldn't be able to look at myself anymore if anything happened to her 'cause of me." Angela visibly shook.
"That's what I used to think. Sure, Shannon may be this big, high being or whatever, but if I was actually the one hurting her, even she didn't feel any pain, I'd still be angry with myself. Sad thing is, I've actually attacked her more than once." I looked over in her direction at this, confused.
"What do you mean, 'attacked?'"
"Attacked as in attacked. I mean exactly what I said, Ashley. Look it up in the dictionary that's buried in your drawer somewhere." She looked up at me, and did something she hasn't done in the longest time. She smiled.
Her blonde hair was a complete mess from her tossing and turning for the last...hmm...
I peered across to her alarm clock.
3 hours, 30 minutes, and 6 seconds.
"Ashley!" The blonde called yet again in her sleeping state. This was the 32nd time tonight--a new record. "ASHLEY!" Make that 33rd.
There is always that feeling that I should wake her up. Even though I haven't known the girl for very long, it hurts a part of me to see her wake up with tears in her eyes every morning. This though, proves that there is no one she is an Angel. Angel's may look very sensitive, but they are some of the strongest beings. I have never seen an Angel cry like this. Sure, shed a tear every now again, but they would never break out into a full on sobbing mess like this.
My heart really aches for the two. Not only Spencer, but Ashley as well. She may have attempted to destroy what was left of my human family (and failed miserably at it), but she was undeniably in love with the blonde who yells her name out every night. I wish sometimes that I had forced her to come with me. That if it took me literally dragging her out of there; I would have done it. Despite the fact that I may be a Black Demon, the Angel in me still told me to let her be. That it was her choice, and her life. It was not my position to tell her what she could and could not do. Now, the Angel in me is having its regrets.
With anyone else other than Ashley, I would have easily left, and not even given them the option of coming with me. There was something different with her though. Not just her, but everyone surrounding her. For instance, Spencer. Here I am protecting the girl like a creepy-babysitter. But I guess I'm doing that because of her innocence. She makes me want to at least try to be happy when she's around. To just forget all the bad and make a feeble attempt to find the good.
Ashley though...she just reminds me of...me. Not how I am now, but before all of this happened.
I was a confident, good-looking woman that was in love. I had everything I wanted, and my life could only be defined as perfect. Now all of that just seems so far in the past, like a distant memory. But that was Ashley Davies life, up until the night it all changed. Until the night where there was no turning back.
Her life was now ruined for an eternity.
Nonetheless, she tried to stay normal. She wanted to still be with the one she loved. She believed that she was stronger than everyone thought, but that is difference. I am stronger. She is not. I must applaud her for trying, and for even lasting as long as she did before she couldn't handle it.
"ASHLEY!" The blonde yelled again as she rolled onto her back, exposing the side of her neck. Deep beyond the skin is that everlasting scar. I am the only one who can see it. I am the only one who knows.
Ashley Davies couldn't handle it.
"Ashley..." 35.
