Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever, own the Twilight Saga, or any of its characters and plots.
TW: This story will contain references to child abuse (physical, mental, sexual), self-harm, and suicide attempts (both past and present).
There will also be themes of rape and dubious consent (dubcon), as well as consensual sexual scenes between teenagers. If this bothers you, I recommend not reading further.
Ash
"Ash." Edward breathed, relief on his face when Ash looked up.
He lifted his hands to his face, wiping away the tears he couldn't remember crying.
"Oh, hello… Where the bloody hell am I?" He asked, pushing himself to his feet.
All seven Cullens were in the alleyway, four unconscious teenagers lying in the shadows behind them.
"Um – "
Nobody seemed to know how to answer him.
Then, Rosalie blurted out, "They raped you."
"Rosalie!" Carlisle admonished, a strange hardness in his voice that had never been there before.
Ash drew in a deep breath.
"Who was here?" He asked, looking at Edward.
"Onyx." He replied, his voice sorrowful. "We tried to soothe her, but Jasper couldn't reach her."
Ash looked down at his scratched wrist. Though he wasn't bleeding, the scratches still stung.
"This was only a preview of what she'll do." He muttered.
Esme gasped.
"You don't mean she will try to commit…" She trailed off, but Ash still caught her meaning, and his eyes moved to Edward and Jasper in surprise.
They hadn't even told their family about them. Warmth blossomed in his chest, and he looked away at Jasper's knowing smile.
"We thought it would be better for you to tell them yourselves." Edward said, so very gently.
Ash nodded in agreement, his small smile fading as he glanced around the alley. Though he didn't have the memories of the act, the very thought of what they might've gone through sent a chill down his spine.
"I want to leave." He said quietly.
"So soon?" A familiar voice said, and a total of six vampires, all with red eyes, dropped from above.
Alice gasped.
"I didn't see-?" She whispered, looking around at her family.
"We have ways around your gifts, seer." The voice replied, and then turned, a smile forming on his lips that was far from good.
His eyes met Ash's, an almost teasing light in them.
"Damien." The name slipped from his lips.
The dark-haired man smirked.
"Little Ilyssa." He cooed. "Did you miss us?"
Ash pushed down his anger, focusing on the emotions that only Jasper and Edward could make him feel.
It didn't matter that he had two wonderful boyfriends; at this moment, it was about survival. Wasn't it always that, though? His entire role was to ensure they lived another day.
"I missed you. Your friends… not so much." He answered, his tone soft.
Damien's friends laughed, but it was harsh.
The Cullens weren't outnumbered, per say, but it was still a risk. Ash would most likely end up dead, and the Cullens would lose a few of their members.
"Yes, you always did find them quite cruel." Damien acknowledged and held out his hand. "Come, Ilyssa. I've returned, like I said I would, and it's time to take you to your new home. If you come right now, I'll leave these abominable vampires alone to their vegetarianism."
Ash didn't even pause to consider an alternative. It was too risky.
He crossed the small space between them, wrapping his arms around Damien's waist, foregoing his hand completely.
"I knew you'd return." He murmured, lacing a touch of worship through his voice to appease Damien's ego.
He didn't dare to look in Edward's or Jasper's directions, but he hoped they would see right through his ploy.
Damien chuckled, curling his fingers under Ash's chin, lifting his face up.
"My loyal little lamb." He murmured, kissing him softly.
Ash melted against him, his eyes fluttering closed. Damien's scent was intoxicating, swirling through his senses, and making him moan into his mouth. Damien chuckled as he pulled away, glancing at his friends.
"We have what we came for. Leave the vegetarians."
And then, they were off.
The clouds had covered the sun, allowing them to jump across building after building unnoticed, Ash cradled safely in Damien's arms. The house was still the same one from years ago, the garden still perfectly tended to, and the windows now absent of the boards that had covered them up when they left.
"It's been too long, love." Damien murmured as he laid Ash on the bed in his room.
Ash tugged on his shirt, pulling him down with him.
"I know." He breathed, pressing his lips to Damien's.
He barely felt the clothes being ripped off of him, revealing his trembling body. Thankfully, the evidence of the boys' molestation had vanished.
Ash closed his eyes, imagining it was Jasper moving over him as Damien moved down, licking, and sucking at his skin. By the time he reached between Ash's legs, Ash was moaning in desire, spreading his legs without hesitation.
Damien had always been gentle when he entered them, and this time was no exception.
"Oh, you're so beautiful." The vampire breathed, moving in slow methodical movements.
Ash wrapped his legs around Damien's waist, allowing him deeper.
"Damien." He whimpered. "More."
The pace picked up. Damien's hands were bruising on his hips as they drew closer to their climaxes.
"Together." Damien breathed, smirking down at him as he moaned and writhed against him.
"Mm." Was all Ash could manage to say, pleasure making his body tremble.
Only a few more thrusts later, Damien was holding on tightly to the headboard as he came, while Ash was gasping and moaning underneath him as he came. Something shifted in his mind when he was coming down, and he was suddenly aware of the absence of six others in his mind… except it didn't matter, because Damien was smiling down at him, his crimson eyes alight with happiness.
"Such a good girl." He murmured, running his fingers through Ash's hair.
Ash beamed up at him, warmth rushing through him.
"Hm… A good girl such as yourself wouldn't allow me to go thirsty, would you?" He murmured, leaning down, and pressing his lips to Ash's neck.
There was nothing in Ash that protested the idea, though perhaps he should've.
"Never." He breathed, horrified at the very thought of Damien in pain because of him.
He felt Damien tongue brush against his jugular, and he gasped, tilting his head to give him better access. One of Damien's hands slipped down, drawing slow circles over Ash's clitoris. He barely felt Damien's teeth enter him, distracted by the pleasure rushing through him.
"Yes…" He whispered, lacing his fingers through Damien's dark hair.
As the minutes passed, Ash found himself getting more and more tired the longer Damien drank from him. His hands fell away from his hair, his body relaxing despite being on the edge of orgasm. It was then that Damien pulled back, his lips stained with blood, and the red of his irises brighter than before.
"Mm, so good." Ash mumbled sleepily, his eyes sliding shut.
He faintly heard Damien laugh, lips brushing against his.
"Sleep, my little lamb." He whispered, his breath drifting across Ash's face.
He complied.
It felt like mere days had passed, but in reality, it had been close to two weeks.
Ash was kept away from Damien's friends, secluded in Damien's bedroom, which thankfully had a bathroom right off of it. Damien took blood from him twice a day, once in the morning after breakfast, and once in the nighttime before Ash went to sleep. Both times involved sex, and left Ash weak and tired afterwards.
As for the rest of the time, he was left mostly alone. Sometimes Damien would join him for a game of chess, or just to talk, but for the majority of the days, Ash sat at the end of the bed, staring out the window, or read, just waiting for Damien to return.
Without anyone else around, even in his mind, he'd grown dependent on the time Damien spent with him, and it wasn't like Damien was rough. No, he always made sure to make Ash feel wonderful, which was why Ash wasn't entirely looking forward to the Cullens coming for him. He'd never had this with anyone – not even Jasper nor Edward.
It was hard to remember what life had been like before Damien took him away, and he wasn't sure he wanted to go back to it.
On the thirteenth day after he had been taken, shortly after lunch, Ash heard a loud noise, like metal being torn apart, from downstairs. For the first time since his capture, he left the room.
The door was never locked, but he hadn't strayed from the room anyways, not willing to risk running into one of Damien's friends without Damien being around.
He found the source of the noise in the back garden. Damien, who had been battling the largest of the Cullens, spun around when he stepped outside, and quickly flitted to his side. The large vampire started to follow but paused when he looked at Ash.
"She's still alive." He spoke, stunned.
"I wouldn't kill my mate." Damien sneered, and then turned to Ash, who had begun smiling at his words. "Love, why did you leave the bedroom?"
His voice was gentle as he lifted his hand, pushing Ash's hair from his face.
"Get away from him!" A familiar voice said, but Ash paid it no mind.
"I heard a noise." He admitted, wrapping his arms around Damien's neck, and pulling his lips down to his own.
Damien's hands rested on his waist, pulling him closer.
Then, suddenly, he was spun around, his back pressing against Damien's front, and looking directly at the golden-eyed vampires who dared to trespass. Multiple of Damien's friends had already been torn apart, leaving only the red-haired girl and the black-haired boy.
The red-haired golden-eyed vampire stepped forward, fury darkening his eyes, while the dirty-blonde-haired man next to him tensed as if to lunge.
"Uh-huh. You wouldn't want your darling pet to be injured, now would you?" The red-haired girl sneered, a laugh in her voice.
Ash wanted to ask what she met, what pet she was referring to, but then, Damien's hand slipped into the shorts he was wearing, his middle finger dipping into the wetness already gathering between his legs.
Electricity shot through Ash's legs, and he instantly spread his thighs, his head falling back on Damien's shoulder.
"Let her speak for herself, yes?" Damien spoke, his finger moving in slow circles over Ash's sex. "My lovely Ilyssa, do you want to go with them?"
When Ash failed to respond, his mouth parted in a soundless moan, Damien paused.
"Answer me, love. What do you want?" He asked gently.
The question was ridiculously easy.
"I want – " Ash broke off, his eyes locking onto the empath's.
The haze that had settled unnoticeably over his mind lifted just enough for him to realize that Damien had utterly fooled him. Again.
"J-Jasper?"
His voice broke, pure, and utter terror rushing through him. Damien's body tensed against his own.
"Wrong answer, love." He hissed quietly, his fingers beginning to move once again, making Ash's mind swirl with pleasure.
His eyes left Jasper's, focusing blankly on the cloudy sky.
"I want you to change me. That way nobody can take me away from you."
"NO!" Multiple voices roared, and Damien laughed.
"I was waiting for you to ask." He whispered before he sunk his teeth deep into Ash's shoulder, his fingers pumping in and out of him.
"Stop! She'll die!" The shortest of the golden-eyed vampires yelled, and the few that were running forward stopped.
Pain exploded through Ash's mind, unlike anything he had ever felt before. At the same time, Damien's fingers curled inside of him, making the pain dull just a bit as he orgasmed, his legs giving out underneath him.
He faintly heard himself scream, even the grass underneath him feeling like knives against his skin. Inside his mind, six others were screaming too.
"Get away from them!" The dirty-blonde-haired man snarled, and a cold breeze passed across Ash's crumpled body.
He heard Damien's laugh fading into the distance. He looked up at Carlisle and Edward as they kneeled beside him.
"Make it stop." He rasped, forcing himself to stop screaming when Edward winced. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
He cried out in pain, tears leaking down his face.
"I-I don't think I can stop if I start." Edward whispered, sorrow in his eyes.
He looked at Carlisle, who frowned.
"I can attempt... if Jasper doesn't want to try." He added, looking at the blonde who appeared next to him.
Jasper's fingers brushed Ash's hair from his shoulder, a small frown on his face.
"Please… it's not fair to the others…" Ash mumbled, his eyelids drooping.
Despite the pain, he was so very tired. He saw Jasper lean down, his lips brushing against his skin. Slowly, the burning in his veins withdrew, leaving him feeling cold and empty.
"It's out." Edward said.
Jasper kissed his shoulder before he closed the wound.
"Sleep, Ash." He murmured, running his fingers through his hair.
