As promised, here's the update I said I would post tonight. Um, its not anything special. Just kinda sets some stuff up. If anyone knows how to speak another language, seriously, please PM me or say so in a reveiw! 'Cause I'm REALLY gonna need some help with some translations (as you can tell in this chapter, although they're right [I think]). So yeah. I love the first line in this chapter...=)
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Okay, I re-updated this because I didn't really end it where I (or icanthelpbutluvu, along with all other dedicated spashley fans XD) wanted it to end. So, here's the RE-UPDATE!
Disclaimer: Ashley, Spencer, and everything else that is SON related is still Lynch's. but maybe if we all put our money together, we'll change that. WHO'S WITH ME?! No one? Thought so...
Translations are at the bottom, along with the languages used.
My b-day's tomorrow, so give me the gift of FEEDBACK! =) lol. Nahh, I love all you guys even if you don't review (but I love you more if you do XD)
"DAYUM! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!" A loud, male voice yelled from somewhere in this room. Considering the fact that I was half-asleep, I didn't really care to figure out who it was.
"Glen, shut up and get out." So Spence did it for me.
"Well, don't you two look all hot and heavy?" This time, I actually opened my eyes and took in the scene surrounding me.
You had her idiotic blonde-haired, meat-head brother standing at the doorway, arms over his chest and grin planted firmly across his lips. You had Spencer, looking angelic even with sex-hair, to my right; sporting a white spaghetti-strap shirt and boy shorts. And then you had me wearing a black wife-beater and black basketball shorts. Needless to say we all just looked so gorgeous in this moment.
"God, you're such an ass, Glen," Spence mumbled sleepily from beside me while rubbing her eyes.
"Mom's just gonna love this one Spencey." We both looked at her brother with rage apparent on our faces, giving him the motive to get the fuck out before the shit hits the fan. "Fine, fine! I'll leave." I sighed over-dramatically and plopped my face onto the pillow once the door was shut.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Spence asked, sitting up, staring at me.
"No," I mumbled thanks to the pillow in my face.
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Spencer's mom ended up having to go into work mad early; leaving me, Spencer, and Glen stuck with each other in this damned house. Shocker.
"I'm bored out of my fucking mind!" Glen groaned from next to me and Spencer on the couch. Spence just rolled her eyes and started flipping through the channels, not that that lasted for too long...
"Today is the exact two-year anniversary of the death of music legend, Shannon Levy." Spence turned to me with a gleam in her eyes while the news reporter continued. "On this very day two-years ago, the celebrity passed away from terminal cancer. After surviving injuries that were thought to be much worse than this, it was a shock to everyone across America."
"Ugh, who cares! She's friggin' dead! No one gives a fuck anymore!" Me and Spence both turned and started laughing at Glen's reaction. This boy is losing it.
"The singer and movie star's three kids are all making names for themselves in their own ways. Shawn Levy--her eldest son--is following in his mother's acting footsteps and is currently starring in a TV show comedy. Ryan Levy is CEO of a music label in Miami, Florida. And Alex Levy is guest-starring in some TV shows, but is concentrating more on her family," the newscaster paused and looked down at some papers. "But the real one everyone's wondering about, is Emily Levy. Who, of course, was Shannon Levy's wife before her death. Although she does appear in the public eye now and again, she hasn't spoken a word about Shannon's death. After having two years to grieve, many people are wondering if she'll finally come out and tell us what Shannon's last moments were really like."
"Okay, agreed with Glen. This definitely is BS." I rolled my eyes, and Spencer started giggling.
"What the hell is she laughing about?" Glen inquired while giving his younger sister an incredulous look.
If you only knew, Glen.
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"Tuo fratello è un idioto," I said, throwing a tennis ball up to the ceiling while lying down on her bed. "Italian."
"What'd you just say? All I caught was idiot."
"Your brother is an idiot." I threw the ball up again, bored out of my mind.
"Say something else," Spence begged from across the room in her computer chair.
"Que voulez-vous me dire?" Her jaw dropped at my fluency and I smirked back at her. "French."
"How many languages do you know?" she asked while scooting the chair closer to her bed.
"Any single one known-to-man." She raised an eyebrow at me. "Fine, don't believe me?"
"No. Not really." I threw the ball up for a third time and let it hover in the air, close to her ceiling.
"El español es el easiet para aprender. Me gusta porque sólo de mi acento." I stopped, trying to think of what to say next. " Ich habe schon immer wollte, Deutsch zu lernen, seit ich jung war. Es klingt wie immer Sie sind wütend, wenn Sie sprechen. Auch, weil ich bin ein Teil Deutsch." Again, I debated on what language to blow her mind with my knowing of. " Um dos meus amigos foi Português quando eu era mais jovem. Acho que eu só soube porque me lembrava dela."
"That just sounds like a big mess to me." I laughed at the look of confusion on Spencer's face.
"I just spoke Spanish, German, and Portuguese. None of which are my overall favorite," I leaned further back into her bed and started throwing the ball up once again.
"Which one is?" She scooted closer to the bed again. If she asked another question, she'd actually be on the bed. And after that one, she'd probably end up on top of me.
"It's probably a tie between Hebrew and Italian," I answered without diverting my attention away from the bright-green ball. Before she asked why, I started my explanation. "Being that I'm full Jewish, I figured I should learn how to speak it when I was little. Eventually, I actually wanted to learn it, and not just because I thought I had to. As for Italian, I guess I'm just a romantic at heart." I smiled and she beamed back at me with one of her own.
"Say something in Italian to me." The smile slowly faded away, but it still showed in her eyes. Which were shining brightly, and were a shade of very light-blue.
" Gli occhi sono belli." Her eyes stared intently into mine, and on the outside she looked calm listening to me speak. On the inside, her mind was screaming 'TELL ME WHAT YOU SAID!' Without thinking, I abided by her silent request. "Your eyes are beautiful."
"You make it sound like you've been speaking it your entire life." I could tell that she normally would've rolled her eyes at this moment, but they still kept staring at mine. This moment was serious and tense, and you could feel it in the air around us.
"What can I say? When I want something I commit myself to it completely, fully, one-hundred percent." As my mood shifted, the color of my eyes did as well. After going through the change many times before, I'm able to sense when it happens, and what color my eyes are without even looking at them. "They're a very dark brown, aren't they?"
My question obviously shifted her back to reality, and she visibly shook once I started talking. "What is?"
"My eyes. They should be dark brown; my natural, human eye-color." I glanced over at my reflection in her mirror. I was right.
"They look black." I turned back to her, and she was wearing the same serious-look she had on before.
"That's what everyone used to say. I can even remember back to high-school, me and one of my friends at the time actually went around asking to look at people's eyes so we could find someone with darker eyes then me." I smiled as she slowly climbed onto the bed. "Never did."
I stood next to the bed while Gino was "examining" Angela. He was pretty much just feeling around her stomach for the last hour. I'm not saying its BS or anything ('cause Gino's pretty legit with everything) but its just annoying watching him press down and poke and feel the same spots over and over and over again.
As he pressed his hand down on the center of her mid-section, he abruptly pulled it back. In that same exact some a big, purple and blue-ish bruise was there.
"There's no doubting that you are definitely pregnant, Angela." She shut her eyes, like that was gonna erase everything that was happening. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's...um..." She opened her eyes and shot a pleading look in Gino's direction. "Just please don't tell anyone."
"You have my honor." He nodded before walking out of the room. Now there was just me and Angela.
"So...um...what are you gonna do with it?" I asked while pointing to her stomach. She looked up at me like I was fucking crazy.
"What am I supposed to do? Give it away?" I went to nod, but stopped once her loud voice started ringing in my ears. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! How the hell am I supposed to get rid of a fucking demon-child, Ashley?!"
I knew that wasn't a question I really needed to answer.
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"Aren't you happy your kids are alright?" Spence asked as she absentmindedly played with my hair.
"Of course I am," I assured her. She moved closer to me and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders before she continued messing with random strands of hair that fell onto my neck. "They're my kids, and even though Emily might say otherwise, I love them."
"Who?" Ugh, I was hoping she would've remembered the name.
"My ex-wife; the mother of my three eldest children." First love, first time, first fucking everything--almost. Not that Spencer needed to know that.
"Oh. Those are the three that have kids of their own, right?" she inquired while now running her fingers across the skin on my neck.
"Yeah. Shawn is the only one without any, but Alex and her wife have two; Jason and Mitchell. Then Ryan and his wife have two as well; Aiden and Ashley--fraternal twins."
"You're kidding right?" she managed to get out while laughing. "Ashley and Aiden, seriously?"
"They liked the names. I guess its convenient now, but at the time it was just as random as anything else." It's not like I saw that I'd meet an Ashley and Aiden in the future, that's just how it ended up.
"How'd you get this scar?" She traced the single-sensitive area on my neck. I was more shocked by the sudden mood change.
"Angela gave it to me." Spence gave me a weird look, telling me to explain. "She lost control."
"Oh...sorry..." she said quietly, looking away from me.
"Don't." I moved her hand off of my neck and pushed her a few inches away from me. Then, I moved some hair off of her neck and placed my open palm where a scar should be, and ran my thumb across it. "Its not like you don't know what it feels like."
Unexpectedly, she moaned at the contact. Out of the plain feeling of comfort that my simple action was giving her.
"Sei un angelo se ho mai visto uno." I shook my head as her eyes closed, and she leaned into my touch. "Non si meritano questo."
"What'd you say?" she questioned and yawned. It wouldn't be much longer before she'd be asleep.
Luckily, she passed out almost right after she asked that. I figured I should follow suit; I don't need her brother coming in and asking me why I'm watching her sleep. He's bad enough as it is.
I leaned down and kissed the top of head. All she did was mumble incoherently and scoot closer to my body.
This might be the exact thing her brother wanted to see, but I didn't care. I needed something to get my mind off of what today was--the "end of my life." Better known as the day I left my kids for good; leaving them with only memories of me. I shouldn't have been surprised, but still the date came faster than I thought it would, just like last year. In these two-years, I've missed more than I ever would've thought...
My four grandkids all graduating high-school. Now moving on to becoming adults, and starting families of their own.
Sometimes I think I regret it. But when I think back to what could be happening right now, I know its worth every tear. Every second I'm away from them, is another second they don't have to spend worrying.
"What exactly are you gonna do, Ashley?" Angela asked as she slowly walks over twords me sitting in my newly-repaired car. "Its not like you can just walk back into her life like nothing happened."
"I know, okay. Do think I'm an idiot or something?" .
She rolled her eyes at my somewhat annoyed tone. "Or something," she mumbled quietly to herself.
"Look, I'm not gonna sit there with two dozen roses and a box of chocolate screaming 'Take me back, Spencer!' Trust me for once, Angela. I know what I'm doing." I turned to keys in the ignition, and the engine roared to life, surprisingly. Let's just say I wasn't too confident about Luke's mechanical skills. "I'll be back later."
And with that, I drove off. Leaving her standing in the driveway watching my car go into the far distance.
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As I approached her door, I could already hear Glen's annoying voice arguing with Spencer someone in the living room. With some reluctance, I rang the doorbell, and the blonde-haired boy came bursting through the door.
"What the hell do you--wait...Ashley?" To say he was surprised would be an understatement.
"Glen, stop being an ass and show SOME manners to whoever's here--WHAT THE HELL?!" Her usual chill voice suddenly turned into a shocked yell once she saw me.
"Um...hey..." I said while looking down and shuffling back and forth from one foot to the other. "Can I talk to you?" I asked nervously; obviously not sure what her answer would be. This really could go either way, folks.
"Um...er...ugh...yeah...sure..." She moved towards the side and pushed Glen away, giving me space to step in to the house I used to spend ungodly amounts of time in. "Glen, we'll be upstairs." And with that, we both started cautiously walking up the steps. As if who-knows-what was waiting for us up there.
"Sorry my room's a mess. I wasn't really expecting anyone." I almost gasped at how formal she sounded. Despite the fact that I left, we were still friends! Or at least I think so...
"Its fine. I got used to it after being here a bajillion times." That's right. Play it off casually, Ashley. Its all good.
"Yeah. So, um, what'd you wanna talk to me about?" Always rushing to the point. Gosh.
"Well, you remember how I kind of asked for your help not too long ago?" She nodded. "Well, I'm kind of here to...um...I guess, further explain."
"Okay. Go ahead." She took a seat on her bed with this dead-looking look on her face. It was a mix between Angela after Shannon left her, and Emily's look when I started talking about Shannon. Is it just me, or do you see a common factor?
"There's supposed to be this epic battle; one that's gonna out-do every other one combined." I thought back to what Gino and Joesph had told me when they explained all of this for the first time. "Um, according to the text, its going to be every supernatural being--other than demons--against all the demons. Like heaven and hell, I guess."
"Okay," she stated blankly. "So why do you need my help? Its not like I'm worth anything to you." Ouch.
"Spencer--" Before I could continue, she cut me off.
"No! Don't you see here and 'Spencer' me, like its gonna make everything alright! It won't, Ashley! My stupid little name coming out of your mouth can't fix what the hell's happened since you left! And you sitting here begging for me to come back--without saying it 'cause your too damn stubborn--isn't gonna fix it either!" Now, I was the one who was shocked. "Yeah. Sit there with that stupid fucking look on your face. Welcome to what I've been holding in all this time, Ashley." Luckily, her words were calmer this time; more controlled.
"Look, I'm sorry. I really am, Spencer. If I could back and change everything and be with you, I would. Trust me."
She shook her head. "I don't know if I can anymore." After her words, she got up and started angrily pacing around her room. "I know about the war and all that. Shannon explained to me when I saw her last time." As much as I wanted to yell and get pissed after that, I kept my cool. I didn't want to get her angrier than she already was.
"Then believe me when I say I really do need you, Spence," I begged.
"I wish I could, but after everything..." She shook her head and her words trailed off into random mumbling I couldn't understand. "Is the stupid war all you need me for, Ashley? Is that it?"
I knew what to answer this question with. Mainly because James had gone over it a thousand times. Even now I could hear his voice saying 'yes' inside my head.
But I'm not James, and I have a tendency to ignore my common sense.
"No."
That one word was all it took before her baby-blue eyes turned to me with sadness in every part of them. And after seeing that, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't get all the memories of when my life was the genuine definition of perfect out of my head. All of those moments I spent with her, when she'd look at me with those eyes.
Ashley Davies may be a vampire, but whatever part of me is human, just couldn't take it anymore. So, Ashley Davies did the first thing that came to her mind once those memories stopped playing inside it.
She rushed forward and kissed Spencer Carlin.
Translations
Italian-Tuo fratello è un idiota. Your brother is an idiot.
French-Que voulez-vous me dire? What do you want me to say?
Spanish- El español es el easiet para aprender. Me gusta porque sólo de mi acento. Spanish was the easiest to learn. I only like it because of my accent.
German- Ich habe schon immer wollte, Deutsch zu lernen, seit ich jung war. Es klingt wie immer Sie sind wütend, wenn Sie sprechen. Auch, weil ich bin ein Teil Deutsch. I have always wanted to learn German ever since I was young. It always sounds like you are angry when you speak it. Also because I am part German.
Portuguese- Um dos meus amigos foi Português quando eu era mais jovem. Acho que eu só soube porque me lembrava dela. One of my friends was Portuguese when I was younger. I guess I only learned it because I remembered her.
Italian- Gli occhi sono belli. Your eyes are beautiful.
Italian- Sei un angelo se ho mai visto uno. You are an angel if I have ever seen one
Italian- Non si meritano questo. You did not deserve this.