Dangerous [Lashton AU]

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Luke's POV

I woke up the next morning with a bare chested Ashton laying on my stomach. I took a moment to admire his beautiful sleeping face before I woke him up. A small ray of sunlight peeped through the curtains, outlining Ashton's features and making him glow like an angel. I laughed at the irony, Ashton was a creature of hell now, not of heaven.

He stirred and opened his eyes, fluttering them. He looked at me and rose his hands to my face, touching every feature, but more out of curiosity.

"Ash, what are you doing?" I asked.

He dragged his finger down the length of my nose. "I can see clearer now. I can feel too, it's like I can feel every pattern and weave and everything I touch vibrates under my fingertips." He traced the outline of my mouth and dragged it to my chin and up my jaw line, up to my temples, and down to my eyes.

I closed my eyes and he ran his fingers over my eyelids. When I opened them again his face was closer to mine than it was before.

I met my lips with his softly. He smiled under my kiss.

We pulled apart.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I replied.

"Are you hungry, Ash?"

He nodded his head sheepishly. He wasn't comfortable with it yet but that was okay, it's a lot to get used to.

"I'll get us some food. You go take a shower." I told him.

"You're not going to hurt anybody, right?" He asked like a young child with his big eyes and innocent voice.

"It's animal blood." I assured him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before I left. "Oh, and if Mikey and Bina bother you, just call me."

"Okay." He twisted his fingers together.

Sabrina's POV

I woke up to the bed shifting. I looked up and Michael was crawling out of bed, getting ready to leave.

"Michael..."

"Yes?"

"Please, be careful." I said, knowing what he was about to do.

"I know how to get breakfast, but thanks for worrying." He pulled on a pair of jeans and left the room. I heard the front door close as he left the apartment.

I sighed, walking out into the living room. Ashton was sitting on the couch watching cartoons with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.

"What's up your ass?" I snickered, sitting on the couch with him.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You know, you're going to have to tell us what happened some time."

"No, I don't" He argued, but he knew I was right.

"Ashton, what did you do back there?" I asked him.

He tugged at his curls and looked down, shaking his head.

"Ashton, what's bothering you?"

He sighed. "When I was back there, they asked me to do something and I did. For some reason it was like all self control was stripped from my body and I did exactly what they asked me to do and I did it with ruthlessness."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I drank someone dry. I killed someone. A person."

He met his eyes with mine and I could truly see all the pain inside of them. It was killing him.