Hallows: Duets

As Long As I'm With You

Sleep Token- The Summoning

Ashley:

Teegan takes the girl with him as I go back to David's apartment. The top half of the door is still shut. There is a huge hole with rock salt pieces etched into it. I go under it looking around the apartment. I can't believe that just happened. While we were fighting no less. Dante is sitting on the floor, there's a puddle of blood getting bigger on the white tile where his arm is resting. I rush over kneeling in front of him.

"Take this off," I order pulling on the sleeve of his hoodie. He groans as I gently take his arm out and push up the hoodie to get it over his head. Thank goodness he just has a black wifebeater under. David is just sitting there staring down at the blood. "Hey," I snap my fingers. "Earth to David. First aid kit, baby. Let's go,"

"Yeah," he says breathlessly. His eyes flutter for a bit before he gets up and walks away.

"Oh s**t," I whisper looking at all the tiny holes along his left arm and shoulder, from the salt. "Okay, Danny. What do I do? Tell me how to help you, sweetie,"

"Alcohol," he groans. "Clean it out,"

"Okay," I nod, trying not to freak out. "David," I get up to help him. He's in the bathroom putting things into a box as if this isn't the first time he's used the first aid kit today. "Alcohol and towels," I ignore it. "Do you have rubbing alcohol?"

"Up there," he points at the mirror. I open it and grab the brand-new bottle of rubbing alcohol and the two gray hand towels on the drying rack by the bathtub. I run back to Dante. He's having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Hey, hey, stay with me," I tap his face lightly.

"It hurts," he groans.

"I know, sweetie. I'm about to make it worse. I have to clean this up, okay?" I twist up the sleeve of his hoodie and offer it to him. "Bite down on this," he does as I ask. Taking one of the towels I open up the alcohol bottle. "I'm so sorry, baby," I whisper and pour it over the wound.

"Ash," he cries into the sleeve as I try to clean out the tiny shards of salt in his shoulder. David comes back with the supplies.

"Warm water," I glance at him as I pour the alcohol on Dante's shoulder once more. When he opens his eyes again, they're pitch black. The blood coming out of his shoulder starts turning black. "f**k, f**k, f**k, what does that mean? It's turning black,"

"It's working," he chokes out almost laughing as he takes deep desperate breaths through his nose. David brings me a bowl of warm water. I dip the clean towel in it and gently press it against the wound. I think I got most of the salt out.

"Are you sure? Do we take you to a hospital?" I ask him.

"No, this fine," he growls lowly. "The surface will heal before we get there. Are you hurt?"

"No," I look myself over. "David?"

"No, I'm not hurt. Is there a body outside?" he asks. He seems to be snapping out of it.

"No, Teegan took her,"

"Her?" Dante asks.

"He said Susan from Dallas or something,"

"Susan Dallas," they both correct me.

"f**k, she almost got me that time," Dante presses his hand over mine where I'm holding up the drenched towel.

"Dickhead," I shove David. "You froze. How the f**k do you freeze like that?"

"I-" he looks down at Dante. "I don't- I've never seen him wounded. I didn't even know he could bleed,"

"What?" Dante shakes his head.

"I was actually curious about that myself," I admit looking down at the blood and black ooze on my hands. "We should probably move. Are you okay to stand?"

"Yeah," he nods. David and I stand up and help him to his feet.

"Get him a sweater, yeah? I don't want him to walk out like this," I tell David. He nods and walks away. I help Dante into one of the dining room chairs. I aim my gun at the door when I hear footsteps. Belinda appears and puts her hands up defensively.

"It's just me, tiny Satan," she says. I lower my gun. "I cleared the building. Is he okay?"

"He's right here and he's fine," Dante growls at her.

"Sorry," I holster my gun again.

"Don't apologize," she comes over to me and lifts the towel. She tosses it aside. The tiny holes in his skin are almost completely closed. I reach out to touch them lightly and then look over at him.

"That's f*****g cool," I admit and he smiles.

"You're a little badass. You didn't even flinch," he smirks.

"Do not compliment me right now. I'll f*****g cry. You got f*****g shot, Dante," I lean in pressing my forehead against his temple.

"All right, you guys need to head back to the school. Carter and Kels are on their way," Teegan walks in at the same time David walks out of his bedroom. "No more Suzy Dallas,"

"You killed her?" he asks him and I swear I hear concern in his tone but I'm not sure what it's aimed at.

"This is the third time she's taken her shot at him. She got him this time. Yeah, I f*****g killed her," he turns his gaze to us. "James is waiting downstairs. Let's go. Beli, help him with this s**t," he points at Dante's blood before turning his angry glare at his cousin. "What the f**k were you doing? Standing by the door?"

"Yeah, we were leaving," Dante snatches David's hoodie without looking at him.

"Dante, really?" I try to stop him.

"Yeah," he says. "Come on. We're leaving,"

"David," I look over at him pleadingly.

"I'm not going to beg him to stay," he scoffs.

"Nope, he's not staying," Teegan shakes his head.

"You're not helping your case. I get that you're in a difficult position with your family but what you're doing is wrong. Cowardly even. It's not a word I thought I'd ever use to describe you," I go around the couch to get my coat and my backpack.

"I don't know what it is you want me to say. I don't know what to do," he says when we get to the door.

"You could have started by telling me the truth. I need you to be honest with me. That's all I ever wanted. I've always been open with you about everything. Even if it hurts. I rather get shot again than f*****g look at you right now," Dante storms out. David looks down at the puddle of blood and sighs.

"You shouldn't make him wait outside. There could be more of them," is all he says to me.

"You're being a f*****g i***t. I think you should know that,"

"Just go, Ash," he shakes his head as if I'm annoying him. I swallow back my insult and leave.

"You're not hurt as well, are you, Miss?" James asks when I get to the car.

I shake my head looking down at the blood on my hands. He offers me a handkerchief and a bottle of hand sanitizer. He pops the top and squirts a generous amount on my hands. I rub it all over my hands and then take the handkerchief.

"Thanks, James,"

"We should get you two back to the dorms," he opens the door for me. Dante glances at me but doesn't say a word as I scoot in next to him.

"Don't," he shakes his head. "Just don't make up a reason for me to forgive him right now, Ash. Please,"

"I wasn't going to," I admit. "He lied to me too. He told me he had told you before I started cheer camp. I figured we'd all talk about it once we got settled in,"

"That's not something we should put off like that," he shakes his head. He sighs and pulls me closer to him. "If you hadn't tried to stop me from leaving that psycho hunter b***h would have hit you too,"

"Well, she didn't. I'm right here," I cup his face and pull him closer to me. My lips brush against his and I feel the cool sensation of him trying to connect with me. "Is it safe?"

"Yeah, I'm not going to be able to feed until the salt is out of my system," he nods. "Just little slivers of you," he reaches for me pulling me onto his lap. I lift my legs up to straddle him. "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" I ask kissing him again.

I feel the coolness again but it doesn't feel the way it usually does. He slides his hands under my tank top as I shrug off my coat. He pushes my tank top over my head until it meets my holster. He pulls them down my shoulders but doesn't take them off. My gun hits the floor with a loud thud as he grips the center of my holster in the center to restain my arms behind my back.

"For letting him hurt us like this," he breaks our kiss and trails cool kisses down my neck and onto my chest. My n*****s instantly harden. "He's right to keep things like this to himself. I do tend to overreact to s**t like this," a gasp comes out of me when his mouth latches onto me. "You can scream now," he slides down so he's kneeling between my legs and my arms are against the seat across from the one we were sitting on. "I'm going to f**k you," I almost cry out when he pulls on my piercing. He undoes the button on my jeans and pulls them off. "All I think about is being inside of you,"

"Dante," I choke out when he thrusts his middle finger inside of me.

"You're f*****g wet already," he looks up at me. He takes the hoodie off and tosses it aside along with the wife-beater he was wearing under it. He's still covered in his blood but the wounds are gone.

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up so our bodies are pressed together. My bare skin is against his as he sucks on my neck. He doesn't take his time for once. When he lowers me to him, he pushes inside of me with one rough thrust. I cry out and for the first time I try to pull on my holster to get free but I'm nowhere near strong enough to rip it off. My nails dig into the soft rug as he pulls out and pushes into me again.

Fear creeps in because I've never seen him like this. He's genuinely upset and I feel it inside of me. The part that belongs to him is burning up. It has been from the moment David told him the truth. Yet, I find myself rocking my hips against him as he holds me up against him. He continues to suck on my neck and my chest hard enough to leave marks.

"Dante," I pant needing him to move. I expect him to be in Hallow form as he likes to call it but it's just him. His beautiful yellow eyes looking back at me filled with hurt.

"Don't stop," he whispers and lifts me up until he's sitting and I'm on top of him. He grips my holster pulling my arms back so I can't touch him. Now that I have room, I adjust myself and start to rock my hips so I can take more of him inside of me. "Yes, baby. Just like that,"

I arch back working him in and out of me feeling my body getting excited and not because he's sucking the warmth out of me. This is the first time we have s*x without him feeding on me and while I love the way it feels when he's tangled up inside of my bones, I have to admit that this is so much better. I don't have to worry about making the wrong sound that could set him off. It's just Dante and me, just like it is when it's just David and me.

"Take the holster off, please," I beg.

He sits up and takes it off. As soon as my arms are free I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him needing him closer while it's just us two. His hand grips my hips and he starts rocking me against him faster. He's breathing hard and every time he grunts I tighten around him.

"f**k, Ash," he finally snaps, wrapping one arm around my waist to lock me in place. He buries his other hand in my hair and grips me tightly.

"Danny!" I scream when he starts pumping in and out of me quickly. The tighter his hand grips my hair the faster he goes. He growls pushing me up with his hips and then he pulls out of me.

"Turn around," he demands. I do as he says. He bends me over enough to get back inside of me. He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me back so my back is flush against his front. "If you keep calling me Danny, like that. I'm going to lose my f*****g mind, Darling," he growls into my ear. "Call me Danny one more time,"

"Danny," I pant. His fingers dig into my skin roughly. "f**k me, Danny. I want you to,"

"You crazy f*****g b***h," he laughs.

He turns my head enough to kiss me hard and then releases me. A rush of excitement and fear flood through me strong enough to make me laugh. His hand grips a handful of my hair and pushed me down against the seat.

"Danny!" I cry out again over and over as he pulls out and slams back into me.

The sound of our skin slapping against each other only makes it so much hotter. He grabs my arms and pulls me back. He's so deep inside of me hitting the right spot so fast my eyes are starting to water. Tears spill over as the first orgasm rocks through me. I scream digging my nails into the palms of my hands hard enough for it to hurt.

"Don't do that," he growls and pulls me up again. He turns me around, opening my hands to entwine them with his so he's holding them over my head. "Promise me. Promise me you're not going to hurt yourself again," he pushes my legs open with his thighs and leans in to bury his face in the crook of my neck. "If you want me to punish you, I will but you're not allowed to do anymore. No more cutting. Say it,"

"No-" I try to choke out. He pulls out and slams into me really hard.

"Promise me, Ashley. Promise me, you won't do it again as long as I'm with you," he shouts.

"I promise," I nod.

"Say it," he demands.

"No more cutting," I cry. "I promise I won't cut myself as long as I'm with you,"