Hey there guys!

So this chapter won't have too much drama or action. Again I didn't edit, so I apologize for the errors.

Enjoy!

Chapter Nine:

Darling

When Ashton left Dean's room she got a call from '666', she heaved a sigh and knew she'd have to deal with him for a very long time. She answered her phone.

"Hello?"

"How long were you going to leave me standing here Darling?"

"You could've left anytime," she glared as she walked to the exit of the bunker, "And seriously, stop calling me that!"

"I thought you might want a lift back home," he replied.

Ashton left the bunker and hung up as she walked towards Crowley. He put his phone away and grinned at her with the sunset behind him.

"Hello Darling."

She could feel her eye twitch, "I'm not your Darling so stop it!"

"Ready to leave?"

"Yeah," she said, "I should clean up the house."

The King of Hell grasped her hand, and in return she gave him a frown. They didn't say anything as Ash closed her eyes; she opened them again after they arrived. She looked around her kitchen and gave a heavy sigh. It was a mess.

"I'll make sure there are no more of your friends sneaking about," Crowley said and left the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure, make yourself at home," she scowled and started to clean up.

After a few minutes Crowley came back to the kitchen to report there were no vampires hiding anywhere.

"Great," Ashton gave a sarcastic smile, "But would you mind dealing with these ones?"

She looked down at the beheaded vampires on her kitchen floor.

"Anything for you, Darling," he grinned and with a snap, they were gone.

She stood on the kitchen alone and screamed, "Stop calling me that!"

With a huff she continued her cleaning. Crowley didn't return, and she was happy for that, since she would have killed him if he had stuck around. The kitchen was the only room that was left a mess in her house, but mess was huge. There was blood everywhere. It took her hour to get all the blood clean up off the floor, and she still had the walls and counters left to clean. That took another hour, and by the time she was finished, it was midnight.

She threw the blood soaked mop head and rags into the fire pit in the back yard. She dowsed in kerosene and lit it on fire as she pulled up a lawn chair to watch it. She heard a tree rustle in the dark, then the soft thud of a landing. She reached for the knife in her combat boot.

"I'm alone," Brey's voice came from the darkness.

She could see the soft glow of the fire illuminate his silhouette as he approached.

"You better not be lying," she said as she pulled out the knife.

"I'm not."

"What do you want vamp?" she sent him a glare.

"Really Ash?" she sighed, "You're going to be that way?"

Only her family and Brey called her Ash, "What way?"

He pulled a lawn chair up beside her, "Putting on the tough guy act."

"It's not an act," she said.

He sat in the chair, "I know you better than that."

"It's been two years Brey," she sent him a glare, "I've changed."

"You've gone through a lot these past two years," he swivelled his torso towards her, "But you haven't changed."

Ashton didn't respond as she stared into the dying fire.

"You kept the ring."

She brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, knife still in hand.

"Have you dated since that day?"

She pressed her forehead into the top of her knees.

"No," her voice came out a muffled whisper.

As soon as she felt her eyes sting she squeezed them shut. Her chest was tight, her heart hammered against her ribs, and she could feel the sweat forming on her back and palms.

"Do you still love me?" he asked.

"No."

"You're lying," he said, "I can heart your heart pounding."

"I don't care what you say," she muffled, "I don't love you."

"I missed you Ash."

"I don't care," she tightened her grip on the knife.

"I wanted to see you everyday the last two years," his voice was hopefully.

"I don't care," she squeezed her arms around her legs to keep them from shaking.

"I love you."

"I don't care!" her voice cracked.

"Why?"

"Because you're a vampire!"

"I don't care," he grinned, "I don't care that I'm a vamp and you're a human."

"How can you say that?" she finally looked at him, "You're a part of the nest that killed my entire family. Don't you care about that? Do remember the promise you made when you proposed to me? You said you'd stay by my side for all eternity. Don't you care about that? Don't you care that now you're standing against me instead of with me, just because you're with that nest?"

Brey went silent.

"As long as you're a vampire that feeds on humans," she locked her eyes on his, "You are my enemy."

"God dammit Ashton! Why do you have to be that way?" Brey stood and glared at her, "This isn't black and white! The man you love is standing here trying to win you back, and all you can think about is being a hunter?"

"I told you," Ashton stood from her chair and met his glare, "I don't love you anymore."

"I know that's not true," he took a step towards her, "Because the Ashton I know wouldn't put up with a vamp, not unless they meant something to her. Is that why you put up with that demon? Does he mean something to you?"

Brey's voice went bitter.

"You should leave," Ashton turned to leave, but he grabbed her forearm.

"This isn't over Darling."

"Don't call me Darling," glared at him, but he just smirked, "What are you smirking a-"

Before she could finish her sentence his lips were on hers. Ashton melted into the kiss, she could remember every happy moment she had with Brey. In a single kiss she was reminded of why she loved him, but she forced herself away. She pushed against his chest and broke the kiss.

"Like I said," she yanked her arm away, "You're my enemy as long as you feed on humans."

As she walked to the house she heard Brey leave, and she heaved a relieved sigh. When she entered the house through the patio door in the kitchen, the King of Hell greeted her.

"Hello Darling," he sat at her kitchen table, "That was quite the show."

"Don't call me Darling," she shot him a glare.

Ashton got herself a snack and ignored the King of Hell as he watched her. She placed the crackers and Philadelphia cream cheese spread on the table before she took a seat. She still felt the demon's eyes on her.

"What?" she snapped as she put some spread on a cracker.

"I'm just concerned, that's all."

"Really?" she raised a brow, "The Ass of Hell is concerned about me?"

"It's the King of Hell," he glared, "And yes, I am."

"Why?"

"How could I not be concerned when I see you," he paused, "Who hates vampires with a burning passion," he raised a brow, "Kissing her vampire ex-fiancé?"

"He kissed me," Ash ate her cracker.

"You kissed back."

She ignored him as she ate another cracker.

"You still love him, don't you?"

She ate another cracker.

"I know a way you can get over him."

She was about to eat another cracker, but stopped. She set it on the table.

"How?" she only glanced at him.

"Fall in love with me," he smirked.

Ashton threw the cracker at Crowley with a half-joking scowl. She was somewhat disgusted by his suggestion, but she was also found it funny. He frowned at the cream cheese mark left on his black suit as Ashton started to howl in laughter. The weight she had felt on her had lifted because of the King of Hell, ironically. After she had calmed down, Ashton went to her cupboards and pulled out a whiskey bottle with glasses. She poured them both some whiskey with a smile. Crowley gave a quick smile and took a sip of the whiskey before he wrinkled his nose for a brief moment.

"I do prefer my Craig," he said, "But I won't refuse free whiskey."

"Shut up and drink," she said and took a big gulp.

"Do all hunters drink that way?" he frowned at his whiskey.

"I think so," Ashton shrugged.

Crowley gave a little shrug and drank a mouthful of the whiskey, nearly draining the glass. His face crinkled as he shuddered.

"Would you mind getting my ice Darling?" his gravelly voice has extra growl to it.

"Sure thing," Ashton chuckled, "And don't call me that."

Ashton stood, went to her freezer, and grabbed a handful of ice before she brought it to Crowley's glass. She gently dropped the ice into the glass until it was pretty full, then she did the same for herself. They had a few drinks with some small chat, and that was when Crowley finally asked the question.

"Why do you hate it when I call you Darling?"

"It's not just you," she sighed, "I hate when anyone calls me Darling."

"Why?"

"Because Brey used to call me that."

"But I'm not Brey," Crowley crossed his arms, "It's not the same thing when I call you Darling."

"It doesn't matter," Ash shook her head, "I hate being called Darling, no matter what."

"I can change that," he chuckled and took another drink of whiskey.

"Doubtful," she grinned and narrowed her eyes, "But I'd like to see you try."

"Oh trust me Darling," he licked his lips, "I always win."

"Not this time Crowley," she gave a real glare, "And seriously, stop it."

"Not a chance," he placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward, "Darling."

"Shut up."

"What's wrong Darling?"

"Crowley, I swear to God," Ashton leaned forward and pointed a finger at him, "I'll kill you."

"Ouch, that hurts, Darling."

She went for her knife and when she faced Crowley, there was only an inch separating them. With a snap of his finger, her knife disappeared and she was left defenceless against the King of Hell. Her jaw clenched as she glared at him. She couldn't tell if he was a good guy or a bad guy, and it frustrated her, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him.

"You should just give up now Darling," he grinned.

"Never," she glared, "And I'm not your Darling."

"You might not realize it right now," he brushed his fingers along her neck, "But you are my Darling."

"No I'm no-"

For the third time the two kissed, but this one was fleeting, almost sweet, if it wasn't for his smug grin.

"Don't do that."

"You'll learn to love me," his fingers traced her jawline until they found her chin, "Darling."

"Stop."

He gave her a peck on the lips, "Darling."

"Stop it!"

He gave her another peck, "Darling."

"Cut it out!"

He gave her a peck, "Darling."

"I'll kill you!"

And another peck, "Darling."

"Seriously, enough!"

Another peck, "Darling."

"You're such an asshole."

Peck, "Darling."

"I seriously hate you Crowley."

Peck.

There was only silence.

"Had enough, Darling?"

"Fuck you," Ashton swore passed her tingling lips.

"Oo, you promise?" he grinned and gave her another kiss.

"I'm blaming the whiskey."

"Whatever you say, Darling," he kissed her again, his fingers still on her chin, "But I've gotta go, you know, being the King of Hell and all."

"Just leave," she said, but didn't move.

Crowley let go of her chin and stood, "Good night Darling."

"Night."

"That's my girl," he winked and vanished.

Ashton drifted to bed in a daze and after a few minutes of being comfortable, she sat straight up on the mattress. She slapped her face repeatedly while growling in frustration.

"What the fuck Ashton?!"

After she punished herself she got comfy again and closed her eyes, but all she could hear was his voice calling her Darling. She fell asleep with his voice echoing in her mind, and her lips still tingling.