Someday
- Sherry
A/N : A pathetic attempt at Night World fanfic, and I apologise. It's crap, but that's what you get when you stay up reeeallly late…. Melodramatic? I know… Ridiculous? Believe me I know… Pointless? I know! Mentally deranged? STOP TORTURING ME!
Disclaimer : Characters belong to L. J. Smith, try to guess the song…
Idea : For those who will not get it, Ash wants Mary-Lynette to join him. She can't because she thinks they aren't compatible; his soul is too tortured… God I need some sleep. And a straitjacket.
… and I waited for you
just dreaming of you coming to me
and I waited for you
run, run, runaway, run
maybe someday I will find someone too
run, run, runaway
maybe someday, maybe someday…
The doorbell rang.
She knew at once what was behind that door, and could half sense the ideas lurking in his mind…
'No,' she murmured softly, and opened it. And there he was, ash blond hair glittering in the sunlight, lanky, graceful body poised. But there was a darkness in those now innocently blue eyes that she didn't remember.
'Hello, Mary-Lynette,' he said.
'Ash,' she whispered, staring at him. He smiled at her, took her hand. Even the familiar electric shock was different. And then she knew – she knew what had happened. It was never to work. She wanted to cry, to scream.
'It's time,' he said.
She closed her eyes, saw what he had become. He was dark, corroded. Years of flying through a dark horizon. The black iris… Lamia… Blood, always darkness.
'Ash,' she repeated. 'You're still part of the Night World. And although I know you're trying, you can't change… And I can't come with you.'
His eyes, a frantic grey now, searched her face. 'No, Mary-Lynette! I came back for you! I tried – I swear to God I tried so hard… You have to believe me, Mary-Lynette. I came back. Like I promised. I need you, Mare.' The nickname brought tears to her eyes, but she refused to let her gaze waver.
'Ash, I don't blame you, but some things just can't change…' She found herself whispering the last two words, almost forcing them out through the stumbling block of her tears. 'You're too dark. You couldn't live with me. What have they done to you…? Oh…' And she found herself in his arms again. 'Oh, Ash.'
'You can see into my thoughts,' he pleaded desperately. 'You can tell I love you…'
'I can,' she said. 'I can tell. But that dragon you promised me?' They both looked up into each other's eyes. 'It can't work.'
Despair settled over him, despair and resignation – she could feel it, tangible as the stars on a clear August night. 'So this is goodbye?'
'No…' The breath caught in her throat, turned itself into a completely different voice. 'Yes.' As before she pressed her face into his shoulder, letting her tears flow, exorcising the bitter disappointment. 'But we're still soulmates, Ash… I'll be with you…'
It happened in a blur. She kissed him one last time… he whispered 'We'll still be looking at the same sky'… one of them moved… he was walking away, without looking back…
No. He looked back once.
And Mary-Lynette saw a solitary tear wind its way down his cheek from the corner of his haunted lavender eyes.
… when you weep, you can know that it's all right
as you sleep I'll just follow your door light
we can talk just as long as you hold on tight
just one breath is a million sighs
I can tell every breath that you're breathing
I can feel every thought that you're thinking
we can talk it's a thousand years gone by
you and I
run, run, runaway, run
maybe someday I will find someone too
run, run, runaway
maybe someday
maybe someday…