Falling In Love With Slender Man

Chapter 30

Sorry for the long wait, guys, but finally a new chapter is up! School's out, and so I'll have a lot more time to write. Hopefully updates will be more frequent now. Hope you guys like this chapter! :D

--CHAPTER THIRTY--

Ash’s warm breath tickled the base of Sage’s throat as he planted hot and eager kisses there, sending shocks through her body. It warmed her to the very core. It was such a pleasant change after all the ice and numbness of the past week.

She could feel the stubble on his chin as it scratched pleasurably against her soft skin. He was breathing heavily, as was she. Her slim hands slipped under his basic black t-shirt, feeling the smooth muscles of his back. She heard him groan as her cool hands made contact with his bare skin, and he moved his mouth back to hers with a certain hunger, pressing her even harder against the rough brick of the house.

A small sound escaped her lips, and she wasn’t certain whether it was a cry for him to stop, or a cry for more. Ash seemed to take it as the latter.

He pushed himself impossibly closer to her, his own hands making their way up under her silk top. She threw her head back, and he planted a trail of gentle kisses from her jaw line down past the collar of her shirt.

She tore at his own shirt, and was absently surprised when the thin fabric tore between her fingers. She supposed her Hunter training had paid off a little.

She shucked the black scraps to the side, and that only seemed to make Ash more eager. He couldn’t stand to keep the kisses on her throat, and moved back to her face, kissing the corners of her mouth teasingly.

When she made a sound of protest he chuckled quietly, a deep and throaty sound.

She was so consumed by the pure ecstasy of the moment that she didn’t even notice when the knife went flying through the air.

Ash gasped, half in shock and half in pain. Sage’s eyes flew open to see blood turned black from the moonlight pouring from an open wound on his right shoulder. A small blade was buried hilt deep into the smooth skin there.

She rushed to place a hand on it, to take inventory of the wound, but Ash flinched away, his eyes glazing over with pain. She glanced up to meet his gaze, but he wasn’t paying her any attention. He was staring a few yards away at the shadowed figure standing at the corner of the house, another knife griped tightly in his hand.

The figure moved out of the shadows from the overhang of the roof, stepping into the spotlight of the full moon. Sage looked at him, feeling pure self-disgust. Under the illumination of the moon was Elijah, leeched to a monochrome of black and white.

Ash’s glare intensified, and the boy across from him turned to match the gaze with his own hate.

“Elijah….” Sage began, but she went silent after his gaze turned to her. So much despair and sadness in that single gaze. And the worst part had to be that there wasn’t a single ounce of hatred in there for her. She felt so ashamed.

His gray eyes were shining and his mouth seemed to quiver slightly when he spoke. “Of all the things to expect… I never expected this.” The sentence was simple and to the point. And it drove right into Sage’s heart.

“I’m sorry,” she said lamely. She wasn’t sure what else she could say.

He scoffed. “Sorry? You’re sorry? For what, Sage? For what?”

She looked down at the ground, studying her feet intently. She couldn’t bear to meet either of the men’s watching eyes. It would be too much.

“I’m sorry for everything,” she mumbled.