I'm Not A Vampire - an Andley fanfiction

Don't Mess With True Love

**ANDY'S POV**
        Ashlyn and Blade's room reminded me of a crime scene in a movie. The first thing that greeted us when Ashley and I opened the door was blood, and lots of it. A bright red trail stained the carpet, the length of it running from the twins' bed, to the bathroom. Walking over the the bed, I saw the sheets on Blade's bunk were covered in blood. Something shiny caught my attention from the corner of my eye, and I turned to find myself staring down at a razor on the floor. I bent down and picked it up, examining it quickly. It was caked with dried blood. I followed the blood trail to the bathroom while Ashley investigated further around the bed. I froze in the doorway, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of the bathroom. The floor was slick with even more blood than the bed. The scent of it filled my nose. Some of the red was old, congealed, slightly dried. In other places it was still fresh. I looked at the razor in my hands, and my stomach clenched as I realized with horror what had gone on here. "Ashley," I called, my eyes still locked on the pool of my son's blood. "He was cutting himself."
        "That's not all he was doing," I turned to find Ashley peering into the garbage can by the twins' bed. "He was starving himself, too."
        Sure enough, when I rushed to his side and looked over his shoulder, I could see the food Ashlyn had brought up to Blade everyday, uneaten and rotting in the basket, an entire weeks' worth. "Oh my god," I breathed. "He was doing everything he could to torture himself."
        Ashley sighed and turned to me. "He was trying to do more than torture himself. He was on a mission to slow, pain-filled suicide."
        Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "All because we old him he couldn't see Drake anymore. God, I feel like the biggest dick on the face of the earth."
        "Me too," he looked down at the blood trail on the carpet. "We severely underestimated their bond."
        I looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean?"
        "Isn't it obvious?" Ashley turned his gorgeous brown eyes to me, and I saw a raw pain in them that I hadn't seen in a very, very long time. "Andy, they were mates."
        My heart sunk to my knees. All at once, everything made sense. Blade and Drake's strange behavior at the bonfire, them kissing within only days of meeting each other, the violent depression Blade had gone into when we forced them apart. I thought back to when I'd first met Ashley, remembering how the strangest feeling had overtaken me instantly, that I was completely and utterly in love with him, just a day after we'd met. I remembered when we'd broken up, and the pain that dragged down my entire system when he'd said he never wanted to see me again. The depression, the cold, cutting numb, the attempt on my life.... These were the things that Blade had gone through, a mirror of his father, of me. "What have we fucking done, Ash?" I whispered as tears blurred my vision.
        Ashley pulled me into him and held me while I cried. "Shh," he murmured. "It's alright, Andy. He's still out there somewhere, we just have to go and find him. I think it's safe to say he's with Drake, he'll be safe until we can track them down."
        "That's not the point," I sniffed and wiped at my eyes. "This never should've had to happen in the first place. We should've just let them be. He could get hurt, they both could."
        "I know, I know, but the only thing we can do for them now is go out and find them," he whispered, trying to comfort me.
        I sighed and walked to the window, hearing Ashley follow behind me as I gazed out into the night. My son was out there somewhere, vulnerable and completely oblivious to the dangers around him. And it was all my fault. I sighed and turned back to Ashley. "Ashley, I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."
        I watched his face go about five shades paler, and his beautiful brown eyes widen in shock. "Wha-wha....b-b-but...." he stuttered, seeming barely capable of even finishing a word. "A-A-Andy...."
        "Shh," I put my hands on his shoulders, finding that he was actually shaking. "Calm down, Ashley. Let me finish before you freak out."
        He nodded slowly, but it was still obvious he was on the verge of tears. "O-okay."
        "I can't marry you," I repeated slowly. "Not yet, not while our kid is out there somewhere."
        Ashley sighed, a look of relief on his perfect face. "Agreed."
        "Good," I kissed him softly before saying, "Let's go call Matt. He's probably freaking out."

**BLADE'S POV**
        I watched my home disappear through the rear-view mirror of Drake's car, and felt a hollow pang in my chest. In the backseat were a backpack and a duffel bag I had packed with a few things to take with me, the only things I would bring with me to remind me of my family.
        "Hey," Drake said from beside me, glancing briefly over to me before returning his eyes to the road. "Are you okay, Blade?"
        I closed my eyes against the house and family that was steadily becoming a dot in the distance. "Yeah," I lied. "I'm fine."
        "I'm sorry, Angel," Drake took my hand gently, his warm touch soft and caring. "If you want to go back...."
        I shook my head. Somehow, the moment our skin connected, the ache inside me faded away. "I guess I'm just kind of scared," I admitted. "What happens next, Drake? Where are we gonna go?"
        "I don't know," he whispered. "All I know is that I'm never gonna let anything happen to you, Blade, I promise."
        I nodded and sat back in my seat, closing my eyes and allowing myself to relax. Everything would be fine. As long as Drake was there, I would be okay. He'd take care of me. There would be no more pain, no more loneliness, no more worry.
        Yeah, no. Apparently, fate had a little more than I expected in store for us. Joy.