Erm, this is my first fanfic for this series. Please be gentle. Revolves around Daughters of Darkness mainly, with a bit of secret vampire thrown in the mix. Don't own Night World, the characters and so on. Oh && I LOVE Ash. He's fuck awesome. :)
Mary-Lynnette looked at the sky. She still adored the dark, she thought she always would. She sat in her new car; well it was new to her. It was an old battered station wagon, like her old one and she adored it just as much. Mary-Lynnette drove home from school very slowly. She was thinking. About all the things that had turned her world upside down last year, but mostly, she was thinking about Ash. She didn't even know if he'd come back, or even if she wanted him to. She did miss him though. She even missed how he made everything about him, the now expected, yet shocking feeling when she touched him. She'd yet to experience anything like it since he'd left. Yes, she thought. I want him to come back.
When she finally arrived home, it was starting to get dark. She contemplated a quote she'd heard 'When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.' She wondered if Romeo had been a vampire, maybe he was still alive. Was that was why the Capulet's didn't get along with them. Maybe it was a blood feud. Romeo reminded her of Ash, head strong, arrogant and chasing beauty believing, it to be love. She would not be Romeo's Juliet. She would not give up her life for him and she would not let him do the same for her. He deserved a life as much as she did. At least, she thought he did. The things he'd done, she didn't even want to think about. She knew his past was dark, she knew he'd killed. Killed for sport not food, but could she forgive him? If she did, what person type of person would it make her?
She was sick of thinking about Ash, she needed to forget him. If he came back, she'd be accepting him back with open arms. If he didn't, she'd cope. Mark was sitting in front of the television, his right arm lazily slung around Jade's shoulder. The girls had all stayed in Briar Creek, the main reason being, if anyone found out about A.) Jade and Mark, B.) Mary Lynnette and Mark knowing about night world and C.) The fact that Ash was irreversibly in love with her. As Mary-Lynnette walked across the living-room, Mark turned to eye her. "You were supposed to be home hours ago." he said. "I went to get some books from the library, that a crime?" she snapped back. She was in a bad mood, she hoped he'd take the hint and leave her alone. She was thankful that he did. Jade was gazing at her as if she knew. As if she knew her brother was on Mary-Lynnette's mind. Mary-Lynnette thought she probably did. Jade's gaze shifted to Mark for a split second, her expression changed from curious to sympathetic after that. Mary-Lynnette sighed and slumped up the stairs. She didn't want or need sympathy. She was fine on her own, but god she missed him.
She stayed up long after everyone else had gone to bed. Mary-Lynnette gazed at Vega; it had once been just another star. Beautiful yes, but no more or no less, than any other in the galaxy. Yet now, it truly meant something to her. It was her star, the one she knew Ash would be watching to, somewhere out there, he was looking at the same sky, maybe even the same star. Don't get your hopes up, she told herself. She needed to distract herself. She looked through her almost ancient telescope and counted the rings of Jupiter, as she had many times before and every time she was trying to forget about him. One, two, three, when is he coming back? he's taking so long... No Mary-Lynnette, she slapped herself internally. One two, three four. She counted them quickly before she got distracted again. They were so pretty. She gave in, she was to worked up to watch stars any longer. Also, she was completely exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He was making her like this. God damn you Ash, she thought. Knowing she didn't mean it one bit. She dragged her feet along the floor into her room, got into bed and wrenched patch work quilt over her cold clammy skin. Wrapped tightly into a foetal position, she cried herself to sleep. Tomorrow will be better she told herself, but who was she kidding.
Was it totally awful? Did i destroy night world and drink its blood? Review and tell me what'cha think. I'm a review whore, I know. =D