I'm Not A Vampire - an Andley fanfiction

Mistakes

**ASHLEY'S POV**
        I blinked at Andy, my jaw dropping. "What are you talking about, Andy?"
        "Four years ago, you murdered my parents," he hissed. I watched as tears formed in his eyes. "But it wasn't just you...it was all of you. Jake, Jinxx, Christian...."
        Four years ago. "Andy, I-"
        He cut me off. "My parents were vampire hunters. They took me out hunting with them one night, to show me how to defend myself. You ambushed them. I hid in a bush as you attacked them."
        Vampire hunters. A memory flashed before my eyes. A dark night, a few weeks after Christian had changed Jake. We'd taken him out hunting to celebrate. While we were out, we happened to see a family out for a walk. As we watched from the shadows, we saw another vampire try to attack them. The woman pulled a stake out of her coat, and stabbed him in the heart before he could even react. The others all grinned, anticipating one hell of a fight, but my gaze was locked on their son. He was a tiny thing, skinny and pale, his face hidden by his thick, silky black hair. Looking at him, something in my gut twisted. I didn't know what the feeling was back then, so I ignored it, attacking with the others. We had taken them by surprise, and we all knew they didn't stand a chance against all of us. My vision was tinted red with blood lust. The others went for the man, while I took on the woman by myself. It was an easy fight. As I drank from her neck, I happened to glance up to see movement from behind a nearby bush. The boy was hiding, gazing at me with terrified blue eyes. Something in me told me to spare him, so I left him alone. 
        Now that same boy was sitting on my bed, those piercing blue eyes staring into mine accusingly. My heart cracked as I realized what I'd done. In one night, I'd ruined his entire life, and took away the only people who could ever truly understand him. "Andy...I'm sorry...I-I didn't know...."
        "I'm an orphan because of you!" he screamed, pushing me slightly. Even though he barely applied any force to the touch, I fell back on the bed. I didn't have the strength to move, so I just laid there while he yelled at me. "My entire life was ruined that night, Ashley! I've been living in hell for years because of you, not even able to go a single night without nightmares plaguing my sleep!"
        I was crying now, even though I really had no right to. "I'm sorry," my voice shook slightly as I tried to control my tears. 
        Andy was silent for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was flat, emotionless. "Maybe I was right before," he said. "I don't think we're going to work...."
        "No!" I sat up and grabbed his hand. "Please, Andy! I know sorry can't fix what I did to you, no matter how many times I say it. If I could change the past, I would. I'd go back and change it all, I'd give you your parents back. But I can't. All I can do is apologize now, even though I know it does nothing for the pain you feel inside. I'm begging you, baby, don't leave me."

**ANDY'S POV**
        I bit my lip as I stared into Ashley's gorgeous, pleading brown eyes. I loved him, more than I could ever find the words to describe. I knew how much it hurt to be away from him, and I didn't know if I'd be able to go through that again. But, at the same time, knowing that he'd murdered my parents, how could I ever trust him? How could I be with him with the knowledge that he'd taken away the only two people in my life that had mattered? Could I still truly love him, knowing he was the reason my life had become my own personal hell for for years?
        Ashley's face grew distraught at my silence. "Please, Andy," he begged desperately. "I'll do anything you want, just don't leave!"
        I tried to find the words to speak, but nothing came. I was in an emotional war with myself; caught between love and hate for the same person. It was too much for me to bear. The tears I'd been holding back burst forward, and I ended up collapsing into his arms, crying uncontrollably. My entire body shook with the force of my sobs as Ashley hugged me tightly. "Shh," he murmured soothingly in my ear. "You're alright, Andy. You're okay."
        After what seemed like forever, I ran out of tears. By now, my entire body ached from the force with which I'd been crying. I lay in Ashley's arms, shaking slightly and savoring the feel of his strong arms around me. "I'm sorry, Andy," he whispered. "I didn't know."
        "I know you didn't," I sighed. I closed my eyes, as if I could shut out all the pain I felt inside if I couldn't see the world that was causing it.
        I felt him begin to stroke my hair lovingly. "Is there anything I can do to earn your forgiveness?" he asked softly.
        I sighed and opened my eyes. "You don't need to do anything, Ashley. It was a long time ago, it doesn't matter. I love you, and I always will. Nothing - past, present, or whatever the future decides to throw at us - will ever change that."
        Ashley smiled and hugged me again. "I love you too, baby."
        I pulled back and stared into his eyes for a moment before pressing my lips against his. He responded by pulling me down onto the bed next to him, kissing me back passionately and setting a jet of delicious warmth through my body. I shivered and kissed him harder, allowing him to consume me, to comfort me, and to let me forget everything for a little while.