Title: "In Your Love"
Rating: 18 (Rape)
Spoiler: The NightWorld series.
Disclaimer: The NW and all its characters are the creation of LJ Smith and are being used purely for fun. Any others not recognised belong to me.
Summary: Ash finds the saying that man and jinn always leave their mark true, when he meets Masami, a half remembered shadow from the sins of his past. He's torn between his love for Mary-Lynette and the longing to hold his offspring. Meanwhile, the life Rowan wanted so desperately to leave behind catches up with her, as her fiancé pays a visit.
Part 1
Iced snow crunches under Ash's boots as he strides down the lonely street. The closed shops are still brightly lit up encouraging season cheer, but their glow is nothing compared to the brilliance of the starry sky above. He wonders if Mary-Lynette is enjoying these stars right now as well, so very far away.
It's been over a year since he'd last seen her darling face, kissed her sweet lips. He'd been running around across the state sorting out the problems his sisters had left behind, and dealing with the stirring trouble that's firing around him. War looked more and more inevitable each day and he had already chosen sides with Circle Daybreak. Presently, he's in an old
city making queries on behalf of Daybreak.
There are also those Wild powers awakening, somehow he seemed to be in the midst of them too.
A high pitched wailing breaks his chain of thought, slicing through his ears and involuntarily, his heart suddenly quails.
Ash's eyes dart across the street in the direction of the cry. A slender figure, face hidden under hood, is leaning down behind a stroller frantically retrieving groceries scattered on the iced pavement. All the while trying to calm the crying baby she holds with one arm against her chest, rocking it desperately.
He crosses, the road to help her and half way there hears another shrill, equally heart throbbing, from the stroller.
On his arrival both cries abruptly stop, and he feels a strange sense of relief. Quickly he gathers the stray items and places them inside the bag.
"Thank you so m-" She breaks off looking up at him, her pale face terrified. Y-You..."
A memory is sparked inside Ash's mind. An image of a lustful night, although one of its kind, forgotten. When his desire had for once overcome his repugnance for humans.
Her eyes flood with bitter tears as that night replays for her too.
She lets the bag slip from her arm and makes no attempt to re-gather the groceries.
His gaze moves to the child in her arms. From underneath his woolly hat, golden strands stray upon his small fair face. His eyes are like two pools of magic and unmistakably familiar features. He reaches out to him, unable to resist the pull of his blood.
She steps back, shielding him tighter against her. Her indigo eyes threatening his approach.
"Wait!" Ash Calls as she races past him, pushing the stroller ahead. As fast as she moves, she's no match for Ash's speed, and finds herself being blocked by him.
There's the most awkward of silences, as they stare at each other, Ash for once, lost for words. What bothers him though, is that he can't find her name, among the memories which her face is bringing back.
She was a pretty face in at a club. Stormy coloured irises set into large slightly slit eyes, hinting her oriental blood. Dark hair, as a midnight stream flowing over a delicate boned body. Her small full lips, like a perfect sweet cherry-blossom.
There seemed to be an aura of purity surrounding her, which he didn't give much thought too, after all she was only a human.
With the exception of one, like all girls she was head over heels for him, and before the night had past, his desire took the better of him. Under his hypnotic seduction she'd lost most of her senses and willingly went along. Even then, he did feel a slight sense of guilt as she was a virgin, but she was a 'human' virgin.
"Are you...is.... that....?" he trails off, unsure of how put it. What he wants to say is (("I'm that jerk who raped you, about two years ago. But I've changed now, not as big of bastard, or oozing with evil, and was wondering what your name is or if that's our kid, 'cause if so, he'll have some Lamia blood which is not good. And, I have to hold him...))
A new feeling is overcoming him. It's a combination of affection and utter shame. How could he have done something like this? He'll be the first to admit his faults but was he really this heartless? Is this who Mary- Lynette saw?
"Leave me alone!" She storms off and this time Ash remains, looking on after her.
***
Rowan sadly gazes out at the frozen night. She sits at her bedroom window, drowning in solitude. Jade and Kestrel had left that morning to attend a Circle Daybreak meeting in a far away city where their brother would meet up with them and wouldn't return until next week.
She had volunteered her efforts for a Christmas charity program in the town and was obligated to stay on behind. But now, with loneliness crawling at her she wishes sadly to have gone.
Mary-Lynette and Mark had paid her a visit earlier, but the company her sisters gave was not the same as their friendliness.
"Ah, Rowan, I thirst for you." The tantalizing voice whispers in her mind.
She gasps, springing to her feet. There's a presence...So very versant, one she pains to forget.
Eyes. Fiery eyes, that burn into her, a glare she could never escape.
"Please! No it can't be! Not here!"
Rowan runs, remembering the front door to be unlocked. Jumping the whole flight she throws herself at the door.
Only she meets arms instead of wood. Looking up she peers as a wild warning animal, lips pulled back over fine fangs, growling.
Fierce eyes return her menace. His mouth snarling savagely, bearing his own ivory. Clutching in his steel grip, he snaps her head back and hooks his fangs in her exposed neck. Lustfully, he tares and drink.
Rating: 18 (Rape)
Spoiler: The NightWorld series.
Disclaimer: The NW and all its characters are the creation of LJ Smith and are being used purely for fun. Any others not recognised belong to me.
Summary: Ash finds the saying that man and jinn always leave their mark true, when he meets Masami, a half remembered shadow from the sins of his past. He's torn between his love for Mary-Lynette and the longing to hold his offspring. Meanwhile, the life Rowan wanted so desperately to leave behind catches up with her, as her fiancé pays a visit.
Part 1
Iced snow crunches under Ash's boots as he strides down the lonely street. The closed shops are still brightly lit up encouraging season cheer, but their glow is nothing compared to the brilliance of the starry sky above. He wonders if Mary-Lynette is enjoying these stars right now as well, so very far away.
It's been over a year since he'd last seen her darling face, kissed her sweet lips. He'd been running around across the state sorting out the problems his sisters had left behind, and dealing with the stirring trouble that's firing around him. War looked more and more inevitable each day and he had already chosen sides with Circle Daybreak. Presently, he's in an old
city making queries on behalf of Daybreak.
There are also those Wild powers awakening, somehow he seemed to be in the midst of them too.
A high pitched wailing breaks his chain of thought, slicing through his ears and involuntarily, his heart suddenly quails.
Ash's eyes dart across the street in the direction of the cry. A slender figure, face hidden under hood, is leaning down behind a stroller frantically retrieving groceries scattered on the iced pavement. All the while trying to calm the crying baby she holds with one arm against her chest, rocking it desperately.
He crosses, the road to help her and half way there hears another shrill, equally heart throbbing, from the stroller.
On his arrival both cries abruptly stop, and he feels a strange sense of relief. Quickly he gathers the stray items and places them inside the bag.
"Thank you so m-" She breaks off looking up at him, her pale face terrified. Y-You..."
A memory is sparked inside Ash's mind. An image of a lustful night, although one of its kind, forgotten. When his desire had for once overcome his repugnance for humans.
Her eyes flood with bitter tears as that night replays for her too.
She lets the bag slip from her arm and makes no attempt to re-gather the groceries.
His gaze moves to the child in her arms. From underneath his woolly hat, golden strands stray upon his small fair face. His eyes are like two pools of magic and unmistakably familiar features. He reaches out to him, unable to resist the pull of his blood.
She steps back, shielding him tighter against her. Her indigo eyes threatening his approach.
"Wait!" Ash Calls as she races past him, pushing the stroller ahead. As fast as she moves, she's no match for Ash's speed, and finds herself being blocked by him.
There's the most awkward of silences, as they stare at each other, Ash for once, lost for words. What bothers him though, is that he can't find her name, among the memories which her face is bringing back.
She was a pretty face in at a club. Stormy coloured irises set into large slightly slit eyes, hinting her oriental blood. Dark hair, as a midnight stream flowing over a delicate boned body. Her small full lips, like a perfect sweet cherry-blossom.
There seemed to be an aura of purity surrounding her, which he didn't give much thought too, after all she was only a human.
With the exception of one, like all girls she was head over heels for him, and before the night had past, his desire took the better of him. Under his hypnotic seduction she'd lost most of her senses and willingly went along. Even then, he did feel a slight sense of guilt as she was a virgin, but she was a 'human' virgin.
"Are you...is.... that....?" he trails off, unsure of how put it. What he wants to say is (("I'm that jerk who raped you, about two years ago. But I've changed now, not as big of bastard, or oozing with evil, and was wondering what your name is or if that's our kid, 'cause if so, he'll have some Lamia blood which is not good. And, I have to hold him...))
A new feeling is overcoming him. It's a combination of affection and utter shame. How could he have done something like this? He'll be the first to admit his faults but was he really this heartless? Is this who Mary- Lynette saw?
"Leave me alone!" She storms off and this time Ash remains, looking on after her.
***
Rowan sadly gazes out at the frozen night. She sits at her bedroom window, drowning in solitude. Jade and Kestrel had left that morning to attend a Circle Daybreak meeting in a far away city where their brother would meet up with them and wouldn't return until next week.
She had volunteered her efforts for a Christmas charity program in the town and was obligated to stay on behind. But now, with loneliness crawling at her she wishes sadly to have gone.
Mary-Lynette and Mark had paid her a visit earlier, but the company her sisters gave was not the same as their friendliness.
"Ah, Rowan, I thirst for you." The tantalizing voice whispers in her mind.
She gasps, springing to her feet. There's a presence...So very versant, one she pains to forget.
Eyes. Fiery eyes, that burn into her, a glare she could never escape.
"Please! No it can't be! Not here!"
Rowan runs, remembering the front door to be unlocked. Jumping the whole flight she throws herself at the door.
Only she meets arms instead of wood. Looking up she peers as a wild warning animal, lips pulled back over fine fangs, growling.
Fierce eyes return her menace. His mouth snarling savagely, bearing his own ivory. Clutching in his steel grip, he snaps her head back and hooks his fangs in her exposed neck. Lustfully, he tares and drink.