CHAPTER FIVE

He didn't want her to go. He wanted her to stay with him forever. That boy didn't deserve her. Could she see? She was meant to stay with him, but she left again and again. She disappeared as if he meant nothing to her.

No matter how much he screamed, she wouldn't come back. Instead, he had to go to her. He felt the familiar tug and his form was compressed into a solid body. The body was familiar.

He touched his face. These cheekbones and nose… He had two eyes and two ears. He looked into the mirror and it felt as if he had taken a step into the past. It almost felt as if he wasn't a freak, again, but that wasn't true. He had always been a freak. He had always been messed up. She was the only thing that held him together. When she left him for good, he fell apart. Everyone expected it. She had been his everything.

"Kyle?" The name was but a breath of air on her lips.

He hummed with delight. All of his previous ire instantly disappeared when he felt her body wiggle beneath him. She was so beautiful. "Madi…" he purred.

Eventually, she figured out that he wasn't exactly the one she was expecting, but her reluctant acceptance was enough for him. She had allowed him to touch her. She had allowed him to find release in her. He was blissfully taking everything she would give him. She owed him that much. All those years, the endless decades… Perhaps even centuries had gone by… He couldn't tell.

"Madi…" he groaned, thrusting quickly in and out of her until her nails were digging into his back. The pain felt so good. "You're mine!"

She let out a muffled cry, trying to keep quiet, while all he wanted to do was force her to scream for him. He wanted everyone to know who she belonged to. It didn't matter that the other residents thought she was his sister. Really, nothing mattered right now, except the sensation of her hot flesh wrapped so tightly around him.

When was the last time he was able to do this? It felt as if an eternity had passed where all he had were his memories and imagination. His hands were nothing compared to her wet tunnel.

He let out a growl as he released inside her. She shuddered, wrapping her legs tightly around him. "Is he still in there?" she frequently asked him.

He hated that she only did this so that he could cure her precious Kyle. Wasn't he good enough for her? Wasn't he better? She didn't need that pathetic excuse of a child!

"He'll be fine, soon," he promised her, stroking her silky tresses.

In his mind, he prodded the other presence. It barely registered anything. To be honest, Kyle Spencer was going to take some work. The boy had managed to get mixed up with the wrong crowd and blew himself up. What an absolute idiot!

Day after day, he'd give the other spirit a poke, just to make sure that it was still there. He didn't want Madi to blame him if anything went wrong. It wasn't his fault that Kyle had died and they couldn't bring him back properly.

As the broken part in his head slowly healed, he did everything he could with Madi. Ice cream was his favourite – aside from the obvious, of course.

"She won't be happy with you," he heard a whisper in his head. It wasn't Kyle. No, it was the little bitch who thought she could control him. That was never going to happen. As long as Madi was still there, he was never going to bend under anyone's commands.

Being able to see her again, he felt his spirit almost glow with energy. There was still a chance he could convince her that she had to stay with him forever. "Shut up…" he mumbled back to the voice. "Why wouldn't she be happy with me? How am I any different from Kyle?"

No answer came.

"Hey, wanna fuck?" His head snapped up to see the blonde stroll in as if this was her room. He had almost done it once. Before Madi gave into him, he had allowed himself to release in that dirty mouth.

Ironic.

It was her fault that Kyle died in the first place and all because she couldn't keep her legs closed. Her ego trip led her straight into trouble. It was laughable. Her entire existence was laughable.

A part of him sparked. He wanted to break her. He wanted to show her that she had brought it all on herself. He was going to have her on her knees and begging.

Everything sounded like a good idea in his head – most things did until it turned out that they weren't. And when it went wrong, it went very wrong. He hadn't anticipated Madi strolling right in. All the progress he made with her instantly vanished

"Let's fuck," Madison continued to press herself against him. "You were pretty hot before, but then, you went brain-dead. I like the new you, though. Very sexy. Very naughty."

He chuckled, mirthlessly, roaming his hand down her body before stopping at the hands that were still on his chest. "You're a quick fuck girl, aren't you? An easy lay."

"Shut up and fuck me."

He clenched his jaw as the shameless woman continued to rub herself against him. "Come on. Let's not let her ruin the mood."

His mind was racing. He hadn't expected Madi to arrive back home so early. It had been a mistake – one that he wasn't sure if he could fix.

"Go away. I'm done." He ran his hand through his curls, tugging at them.

"What?" Madison gaped at him. She continued to speak, but he wasn't listening anymore. Her limbs clung on to him as if he was her only lifeline.

He reached out, placing his hand on her hair before gripping it tightly and threw the blonde to the side.

"What the Hell?! She exclaimed, glaring at him with a messy head of hair. "Do you really care that your sister saw? It's not as if you've never had a girlfriend before and I know you're not a fuckin' virgin. I can feel the experience just oozing out of you. Are you really going to push me way 'cause of a little girl – "

He shot his own glare at her, shutting the thin model up. "Get out."

"What?" She gave him a shocked look as if running her mouth was really supposed to convince him of anything. 'You can't be serious."

"GET OUT!" he roared. His entire body was shaking and even she could tell that it wasn't a good time to argue.

She scampered off without even fixing herself up.

Once he was alone again, he let out a growl. This was probably why she left. He always hurt her. Why wouldn't she leave? Even he knew that being with him was a large sacrifice. He didn't have a clean and shiny place for her.

With a sigh, he began his search to, hopefully, clear things up with her, but as soon as his feet touched the base of the stairs, dread gripped his core. He hadn't felt anything so strongly for such a long time. It made his borrowed heart thud painfully against his chest. "Madi!"

Too soon. It was too soon.

He ran out to see everyone crowding around a bleeding form. He could see the transparent form of Kyle, kneeling – hovering – over her.

"Madi!" No… He had wanted to see her broken, but not like this. This couldn't be how he lost her. No. No, no, no, no, no!

He pushed everyone away to set himself close to her body, touching the spot above her heart. It was still. Her body no longer lived, but her spirit was still in there. He wasn't going to allow her to escape so easily. She was his. Whether she wanted to or not, she was going to do what he wanted and he wanted – no, needed – her alive.

He dug deep and pushed a jolt of his power into her. The effect was immediate. She let out a breathless gasp and her chest began to quickly rise and fall.

The hatred radiating from Kyle was tangible. He could feel the heat brush against his spirit. This time, he withdrew back into himself and allowed Kyle to be sucked back into his own body. He was in no mood to deal with anything, now. He just wanted her, but not as she was now.

Even though he had hoped that Kyle would've been able to smooth everything for him by the time he came back, it was unrealistic.

When Kyle was asleep, he slid back out just to check on her. Noting that she was recovering, he returned to bed. His thoughts swam at what he had just thrown away. "Madi…" he moaned, burying his face into her pillow and ran his hand along his member, stroking himself as he thought of her.

No matter what he did, her heart still belonged to the brain dead fool. Perhaps that was for the best. She was supposed to be the angel who was going to save him, but not when he could so easily tear away her wings.

He stayed for a while longer, watching Kyle and Madi patch up their relationship after he had nearly ruined them both. He stayed long enough to feel their bodies reunite and groaned as the pleasure shot through him.

Knowing that he would no longer be able to fix his own relationship with her, he left the body and hovered around the house, watching them run around. Her powers made his body hum with excitement. He loved watching her show everyone that there was also a deadly side of her – how dominating she could be.

Mm…

As he was imagining all the naughty things she could do to him, he saw Kyle crumble to the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut. What had he been hoping for – that something would be different?

The most painful part was seeing Madi lose control. Her hair moved around her and even he could feel the heat of her powers rippling through the air. It caressed his ethereal body, making it tingle.

With a thrust of her hands, she incinerated the hunters around them. There were screams everywhere – cries of horror and devastation. Everything was finally taking a turn for the better. Why couldn't it last?

"Because of you."

He brushed away the soft voice that stroked his ear like a feather.

It wasn't his fault! If she would stop dying…

"All you have to do is give her to me. She will finally find the happiness she deserves."

"Shut up!" he screamed and popped back into the darkness. The place he had grown to hate gave him comfort. He didn't have to see her die, anymore. Why did she have to die?

He sobbed, pulling his hair and chanted her name. He loved her so much. It wasn't fair that she had to go.

…

"Stop fighting it. Maybe if you gave her to us, then we wouldn't be in this predicament." The pale face grinned at him.

He wound the darkness tighter around the figure, watching the green mist lose its colour. 'She is mine. No one is taking her away from me!" he shouted. "If you even touch her, I will end you!"

The two-faced man let out a muffled groan. "Very well, but sooner or later, she will grow tired of you. It's happened before, hasn't it? That's why you're chasing after her, now, no? Is she really yours to pursue?"

"Shut up!" He kept the man tight in confinement, until he grew tired of the company and allowed Edward Mordrake to return to his group of freaks. As long as they didn't touch her, he didn't care what they did.

Unfortunately, he hadn't anticipated the bastards to consume enough souls to eventually overpower him. HE was left helpless as Mordrake approached her, again, during the lowest point of her life. He wanted to end the freaks, but there was nothing he could do.

He was forced back into his dark cage, waiting restlessly to see if he had failed, again.

He waited and waited. The worry turned to rage and soon, he was screaming into the darkness, hoping that someone or something could tell him if she was alright.

"Madi…"

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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Question: Your question is completely valid and not rude at all. I do plan to write more AHS stories. It's the reason why I haven't given this story a number in the series. I'm still uncertain how many I'm going to write, but I did recently post a new story for Edward Mott. I'm also thinking of possibly making this into just a side story, but I haven't decided, yet. I'll probably get a better picture later on and hopefully, you will, too!

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