I fling the door to the apartment open, storming into the living room as Ash follows closely behind. 

      "Makenna," he says silently as he places a hand on my shoulder. I spin on my heels and my fist connects with his jaw. 

      "You son of a bitch," I yell. I swing again but this time he dodges me. He catches my wrist in my hand and spins me so that my back slams into the wall. I kick, fury taking over every inch of me. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

      "He tried to kill you," Ash argues without letting his grip on my arm go. "He would ha-"

      "So what?" I cut him off. "Lots of people have tried to kill me. If you haven't noticed that is kind of the theme around here. People show up and ninety percent of the time they try to kill me. That doesn't mean you should go charging into a house full of people who have literally spent their entire lives learning fun new ways to off you. You cannot hunt down everyone who has ever tried to kill me!"

     "I can try," he says with a glint of determination in his eye. 

      "Do you realize what you have started?" I snarl. I stop struggling against his grip. "Do you have any idea the shit storm you have just sent our way? Aryn already hated me but now...now you've just increased that full fledged rage. I drained him Ash. I pulled from Marcus. That isn't something Aryn is just going to forget. Marcus may not be dead but, at this point, he is probably in enough pain to wish he was. You just made me the new top target in that house."

      "More reason you should have let me kill him," he responds all to casually. "That would take care of at least one problem."

     "When were you planning on telling me who you were?" I cock my head to the side questioningly. "Or was that something you were hoping I wouldn't find out."

     "I knew what you would think."

     "You mean that you have been filling my head with lies and twisting my thoughts so that I would be more willing to go along with your little plan?" I accuse. "That you have been manipulating me this entire time? Was any of what you said true? Jeez, how could I be so damned stupid. I actually believed your whole spiel about the premonition and how you felt about me. Bravo Ash. Brav-freaking-o. You are one hell of an actor."

     He fist flies by my face and into the wall by about a good six inches. I don't flinch. Even if he had hit me its not like it would have done much damage. 

     "I never lied to you," he growls. "Not once! Every thing I told you was true. Every damn word. I never manipulated you. It doesn't work like that. My gift only works on humans."

     "Whatever." I slide my hand from his now loose grasp, ducking under his arm so that he is no longer blocking me. "It doesn't matter now. There is no going back. Thanks to your stupidity there is a house full of pissed off hunters with enough weapons to take both of us out. I can't go back now. Or ever. Not after what I did. What I did for you."

     "You didn't have to-"

      "You gave me no choice!" I shout, cutting off whatever bullshit line is about to leave his mouth. "I was worried something would happen to you. I didn't think. Marcus would have let me go if it meant saving his father. Satan's child or not, he wouldn't hurt me unless I gave him a reason to. But Aryn...I saw the look in his eyes when he said your name. Your real name. He would have put a knife in your skull before you even made it half way to the front door. I had to give him something to worry about. Something more important to him than killing either of us."

     Ash opens his mouth to speak but the harsh look I send in his direction silences him. He doesn't realize how hard it was for me to injure one of the few people I've ever truly cared for. After the attack on the house I know exactly how it feels to be pulled from. It is something  I never wanted Marcus to experience. 

     Then there was the look on Demi's face as she came down the stairs to witness my brutal assault on her brother. Watching as I drained the life from his body. There is no going back from that. No undoing what has been done. I have no other choice. I have to finish what we have started. There is no other way for me to disappear from this place. If the demons are still hunting me Aryn will use them to find me. Unless I go through with Ash's plan I will spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. 

     I stare through the large windows thoughtfully. I can still feel the demons below, roaming the streets as they look for me. Whatever Ash has done to this place is working. They haven't come within a mile of this place. I could always leave and have him do the same to wherever I end up but what kind of life would that be? I wouldn't be able to leave my house. 

     Tears roll down my cheek as reality sets in. I no longer have a home. In one swift movement I have hurt everyone I have ever cared about. Marcus. Demi. Kristoff. Everyone. 

     "Makenna," Ash whispers softly. I can feel him standing behind me. Feel his eyes on the back of my head. 

     "Go away Ash." I wipe my face. "I think you've done enough today. Once this is over...once you're sitting on that throne...we're done."

     "Don't say that," he begs. "I-"

     He places his hand on my lower back and rage explodes inside me. I pivot, facing him as my hand finds the center of his chest. I being to pull. He fights me at first. Sadness flares in his eyes and I feel it...I feel him let go. I feel the falter in his life force. I feel his energy flow into me. The full effect of his power takes hold and my mind begins to spin. 

     It is not until Ash's face grows pale and his heart begins to slow that I realize how much I have pulled from him. I was so distracted by the power I felt running through me. Ash was right. I have been holding back. Guarded. But in the moment, where there was nothing but rage and pain, I realize the amount of destruction that I can truly cause. 

     I release him and he falls to his knees, gasping loudly for air. It does not take long for him to recover. I didn't think it would. I felt how powerful he was. 

     "Just go away," I repeat as I turn back to the window. Now I know why he spends so much time here. I watch the steady flow of traffic. Watch the people as they go about their day, so unaware of what is really happening around them. 

     Ash slides his hand around my waist, pulling me so that my back is pressed against his chest.  He pushes my hair to one side and kisses my shoulder softly. 

     "I didn't think," he whispers in my ear. "I let my anger get the best of me. I should of told you who I was. I never lied to you about how I feel. I need you to know that."

     I turn to face him, my finger tracing the outline of his jaw. I brush my thumb over his lower lip. The kiss I give him is soft, quick.

     "It doesn't matter," I reply sadly as I pull away from him and begin to head towards his guest room. "It never really did."

      I close the door to the room behind me, back pressed against the wood as I slide to the floor. I pull my knees to my chest and take a moment to clear my head. I can hear Ash on the other side of the door. Hear him as he talks himself out of knocking. My phone buzzes in my pocket. 

     'We need to talk,' the text from Marcus reads. 'Midnight at the docks.'

A/N: I know its been awhile but I had the WORST case of writer's block when it came to this chapter. I think I've finally broken through it though. WOO!! Anyways...you know the drill...like, comment, follow and show this much needed chapter update some LOVE!!!