This is definitely OC.

Avari's P.O.V

I watched Kaylee dance around our room we had shared for the past few years. She had finally agreed to join me, here at home, once everyone had grown tired of people dying. Nash had told her to stop being a selfish bitch and to just sacrifice herself for the greater good. Of course, being the soul that she was, she had come to me, tears in her eyes, accepting my offer.

I hated that she came the way she did.

The thought of killing Nash was still one of my only comforts.

Her laughter snapped me out of my dark reverie. She had let her hair grow long, and it was now jumping up and down in time to her uncoordinated 'dancing'. She brushed her fingers through it, holding the side of her head as she pranced on her toes, her eyes closed, a small smile gracing her features.

I leant against the bed post, content to just watch her. Adjusting to the Netherworld ways had taken a massive toll on the girl and these short moments of freedom and laughter were very rare. I had wanted to hurt her, make her scream, make her suffer. While above on Earth, she had given me nothing but shit, I had, totally against my will, fallen for her.

She moved her hips to the quick beat as she made her way over to me. She grabbed my hands and attempted to pull me up, "come dance with me."

"I don't dance, love."

"I don't care, love."

"Please don't ever try to copy me again. Key word, try."

She scraped her nails against my scalp and a low growl erupted from my throat. "Fine," I waved my hand, and the song changed, going from happy and exciting, to low and dark as Wicked Games by The Weeknd poured through the speakers, "but we dance my way."

I turned her and pulled her against me, her back to my chest as I moved us slowly. She rested her head on my shoulder, "I didn't know you liked this guy. I don't even remember his name. I only know the song where he goes, 'I can't feel my face when I sniff glue.'"

I chuckled, "his name is The Weeknd. And of course I like him; he's making half decent music. And it's 'I can't feel my face when I'm with you.' Whoever made you say sniff glue?"

"No one. I just wanted to see your reaction. I was sadly disappointed."

I laughed again, before I started to sing along, "let me see you dance, I love to watch you dance, take you down another level. Get you dancing with the devil, take a shot of this."

She smiled at the lyrics as I twirled her, "interesting choice of song, Ari."

"Yes, it is." I dipped her low, so that her hair rested on the ground. Keeping one hand on her lower back I brought my other one around so that it ran along her thigh. I guided her leg up so that it wrapped around my waist as the song changed to Grind On Me. I grinned down at her, "surely you know this one."

"Of course," she breathed.

Her breathing quickened and her heart filled the space between us, running a mile an hour. Surely winning the race between it and her lungs as her chest heaved. I lowered her to the ground, hooking her other leg around my hips so they locked at the ankles as I traced my lips over her carotid artery. Her whole body shivered when I kissed the sensitive skin behind her eyes and I smirked against her skin.

"Let's carry this to a more comfortable place," I murmured and walked over to the bed.