Disclaimers: Nightworlds Daughters of Darkness Mary-Lynette, Ash, Mark, Jade and any other characters from the book mentioned belong to L. J. Smith. The ideas behind this all come from LJ Smith. I am only writing this story for fun.

Rowan got to the hill in time to see him lift Mary-lynette from the grassy hill and disappear into the night. She was frozen in shock. "No it couldn't be him, but there was no mistaking the dark aura that had surrounded the kidnapper." "Oh God Ash, I'm sorry," She thought. She ran into the woods trying to catch the scent of Mark and Jade.

Ash pulled up outside the farmhouse, he ran straight for the door and burst into the living-room. Jade, Mark and Rowan were sitting there their conversation stopped as he appeared at the door "Where's Mary-lynette," he demanded hoping his senses were off. He was distraught when he saw the look on Rowans face. "He found her," his voice quivered. Rowan nodded silently turning her head so she wouldn't have to look at him in the eye. Overcome with fury Ash struck the door knocking it right off its hinges, Quinn ducked to the side and caught the flying door before it hit the window. "I'll kill him," Roared Ash and he tried to race for the door. Mark, Quinn and Jade grabbed him and held him down until his anger turned to tears and he crushed his face into Jade's jumper. Rowan stood up determination written on her face. "We'll find her," she announced. "But what if he's already kil..." started Jade but stopped when she saw the hope in her brothers' eyes. Quinn held up his hands palms facing outward, "Lets everybody calm down, we need a plan." "First things first, who has taken her," He asked. "Can't you guess Quinn," Said Jade. "Hawk."

Mary-Lynette woke up in a strange room. She was tied to a chair. Keeping her calm she looked around her. Light was coming from behind so I must have my back to the window she thought. The room was quite large and at one end was a large four poster bed with black curtains that were closed over. She shuddered at the thought of what was behind them. Ever since she had found out about the nightworld she was deathly afraid of coming close to the monsters from the movies she had seen. She thought of werewolves and ghouls getting up from the bed and walking towards her. She almost fainted in fear but then she said to herself "Get a grip Mare". She looked over to her right side. There was a beautiful chest of drawers made from antique pine with intricate gold handles. On top of the chest were some photo frames. She shuffled a little bit sideways to get a closer look and then heard a noise. The curtains on the bed were drawn back. Mary-lynette held her breathe as a lanky elegant figure stretched his legs out from the four poster. A tinge of recognition hit her. "Ash", She called hopefully wondering why he had tied her up. "Wrong, sweetheart," the figure mocked standing up. Mary-lynette recoiled in shock when she saw his face. It was Ash but with hair as golden as Kestrels and eyes as brown as Rowan's. He had a cruel smile that seemed to anger Mary-lynette. "Who are you?" She demanded. He stared at her "Can't you guess I thought you were smart," He answered her impatiently. In a second he had crossed the room and was in front of her holding a picture from the chest. "Me and my little brother Ash when he had made his first human kill," He grinned proudly. Mary- lynette looked at the picture, a tall golden haired boy and a small ash- blonde kid standing at night in a dark alleyway with a crumpled body of rags under the older boys feet. "The name's Hawk", He added.