(This is my fan fiction for the night world series Rated T for language and suggestive dialogue I hope you like it! I usually write to songs so this first chapter's song is Avril Lavigne Wish You Were Here)

Mary-Lynnette POV

I picked at the dark crimson rose that seemed to make its way into my fingers the rose's petals

were soft like velvet the dark color was wrong even the simple rose looked like the blood that ran through his veins. I plucked off a petal and threw it into the bursting yellow flames. The ash floated into the dark sky.

The starlight was broken and lifeless it was as if they knew how I was feeling...he seemed to be everywhere every single color that lyed in front of me has been in his eyes.

Damn I thought stretching out on the warm ground, a vauge lazy feeling took over me, my cobalt eyes closed and I played with my now longer dark hair I knew I looked different, older. I wasn't a little girlanymore I've seen rejection murder and above everything else love maybe what hurt the fact it happened in less than a week.

I could hear Claudia yelling my name in the distance, I chuckled darkly to myself. My grades skyrocketed but my attitude has hit an all-time low. When I wasn't in a gym or outside I was fighting with Claudia everything she did infuriated me. She was hopeless as a mother let alone the replacement of my mother.

"Mary Lynnette?" A soft voice asked. I turned around to see fierce golden eyes and old

golden hair. Kestrel kept her hand on my shoulder as I jumped out of my thoughts and into

reality my heart throbbed looking at her. All of the sisters reminded me of… him. But Kestrel

especially they both shared graceful feral features. Kestrel was the only one who understood,

sweet Rowan thought that I needed comfort and Jade… Jade couldn't comprehend why

someone could miss the boy who tortured humans for his whole life let alone love them… no

she was bonded with the boy who has been helpless and hurt rather than vicious and in denial.

Kestrel could just sit down and stay quiet. It was the best policy honestly if everyone had that

skill life would be, much easier. I loathed myself for sending him away; I couldn't blame him for

things in the past. Kestrel looked at me and shook her head; I looked down and felt hot

impatient tears behind my eyes. My slender stiff arms held my chest; it didn't just hurt it burned

like a white flame. The silver cord that connected us blinded me every time I blinked everything

wasn't O.K and only one person could make it better than okay was not here. I traded him in for

what? My humanity seemed so worthless right now I was dying every day, every hour I was

dying. Even at eighteen I was going to die I wasn't really alive just… living. It seemed deep and

emotional even without detail. Ash was my life and without him I was dead, in a week one guy

changed my whole route to life. I wasn't any better than him I killed someone, I killed my best

friend not even the heartless Ash has done that. That's when a cold realization slapped me like

the wind. I wasn't a maiden, the warm June weather gave me inspiration as I left Kestrel behind

to scavenge for a plan. I was going to find Ash even if it was the death of me, a small voice

traveled through the Soulmate bond, it kepT whispering an adress, 66677 Nevada I had to act on the instincts

the universe blessed me with. A small part of my heart sewed itself together, faith became

evident. Images of ivory plane tickets floated under my eyelids as I started my car and pulled

out. Maybe I could be good enough for Ash.

Ash POV

Good enough…. No one was good enough for my Mary Lynette especially not me no

matter how much I changed I always seemed to end up right here in my club not doing anything

like I did before but I was here and that alone proved my lack of self-discipline. Quinn had better

discipline then me. It was scary to say enough no single girls face stuck out, features did

though, eyes that were the color of…hers dark hair that after hours of preparation almost fell as

perfectly as hers as soon as she awoke. It was funny how only now did I realize real beauty was

true beauty. My ash blonde hair flipped into my eyes as I got in my car, the slick Porsche was

shaped like a lead bullet. My fist turned the onyx iris that hung on my mirror, the ebony dust

stained the white seats and my beige shorts. Black fury swept me as I pushed open the car and

slammed the door shut, locking the feeble metal with a single noise. My fingers left a print like

butter through a warm knife. It was wrong to feel the way I felt about mare, I shouldn't want to

take her innocence like so many other girls. She was better than that, she was my Soulmate.

Not just another girl from my clubs. Quinn's onyx eyes bore into me as I stopped in front of him.

"Something's wrong" He stated without emotion I shook out my blonde hair. Quinn

crossed his arms with an expectant stare I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

The week passed by numbly as I dragged myself to find happy couples decorating the

room like a hallmark card, the night was turning grey and I flipped, without murmuring a

goodbye I walked out into the open night to find my small car waiting. A small hand gripped

my large shoulder, I turned around to be greeted by cornflower blue eyes and light hair.

"Hey Daphene" I said smiling half-heartedly as she played with her thumbs. She blocked her

thoughts before speaking.

"Can I go to the club with you?" she asked in an odd husky tone that I once would have called flirting.

That was crazy, Daphene diddnt flirt.

"Sure" I answered bunching my eyebrows together, this wasnt a date. But still it felt wrong.