I don't own Night World. Jez is 18, Morgead 19. (Post-huntress, duh!)

Jez and Morgead: Seasonal Fights

Jez POV

Autumn

I was alone in a field. It was quite small, outlined by trees. The sky was red.

I probably should have struck that as odd, but it didn't seem abnormal at the time.

I floated up, light as a conscience. I saw the entire world, as if it were a map.

It was completely red, apart from the oceans, which were black.

I was untouched by all this. I was safe, bodiless and high up in the sky. I let myself float along. I was able to go as fast or as slow as I wanted.

After what seemed like several hours, I got used to it. I got slightly bored of the same thing, red land and black oceans.

I wonder where Morgead is in all of this... I thought.

"Jezebel," I heard Morgead say behind me.

I turned around, annoyed. I got ready to snap at Morgead for using my full name.

His eyes stopped me.

They weren't the eyes of someone madly in love, as they usually were when he looked at me, they were the eyes of someone who loathed the person they were looking at. They weren't a bright, clear emerald, but a dull moss green, flat and devoid of expression.

"Morgead?" I murmured to him. His eyes flashed, with such abhorrence I gasped out loud. "What's wrong with you?"

"The question is what's wrong with you," he said. His expression twisted. His voice wasn't gentle, as it should be. It was hard with loathing and... betrayal.

"Morgead, what's wrong?" I said desperately. I floated up to him and put my hand on his cheek. Even if he hated me, I still loved him. More than anything. "Tell me."

He snarled and took a wooden knife out of the air. It materialised instantly for him. Before I could react, he plunged it into my heart. I gasped as the poison made quick work, spreading around my chest. I collapsed back. I was falling... falling.

I woke up suddenly and sat up.

It was just a dream, I thought to myself. I collapsed back on the pillow.

I lay awake for several minutes. The dark seemed menacing somehow. It pressed down on me, and only intensified the silence.

I couldn't bear being alone any longer. I sat up again, ignoring the fact that monsters might be waiting to catch me from behind, and walked quickly to the door that separated Morgead's room from mine.

"Jez?" I heard his voice say softly.

I smiled. He felt that I needed him. I opened the door. He was sitting up, his hair ruffled.

"What's wrong?" he murmured, his eyes filled with love.

I blushed and looked away. It struck me how childish it really was to be so freaked about a nightmare. After all, that was all it was. A nightmare.

"I had a bad dream," I mumbled.

He was quiet for a second. "Do you need to be comforted?" he said, a slight cheeky edge to his voice.

I glared at him incredulously for a few seconds, then sighed. "Yeah. I do."

"Come here," he said. I walked over to him. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me down on the bed next to him. I leaned my head against his chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he whispered.

I shook my head and relaxed against him. He kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

I woke up slowly, blissfully. Morgead's arms were still around me. I could tell he was awake.

"You've got to go to school in a couple of hours," he murmured.

I hit his arm. "I'm not going today."

"OK," he said. "Although, it's probably the best place for someone like you to learn."

"Oh, really?" I said. I propped myself up on my elbow. "And the reason you gave up was because you couldn't keep up with the humans who were a year younger than you."

I grinned at him as he glared at me.

"You're the idiot here, Jezebel," he muttered.

"Whatever, bloodsucker."

"Vermin."

"Parasite."

"Ver-" his voice broke off as I kissed him.

He smiled against my lips and kissed me back.

We separated, reluctantly, and I went into the en suite. I was looking forward to today. School was really a pain. It strained my relationship with Morgead. I was lucky that he was patient when it came to me.

I dressed in a simple top and jeans. Morgead went into the en suite once I was finished.

I became bored after only five minutes. I looked around his room, trying to find something of interest.

My gaze rested on his pillow. A grin slowly spread across my face.

I walked over to his bed and picked up the plain white pillow. I looked back towards the door to the en suite, then moved, cat-quiet, to stand next to it.

I stayed completely still, knowing that if I made one noise, Morgead would know instantly. He knew the signs when I was sneaking up on him.

The door opened. I waited for a second, then...

Wham!

I slammed it straight at his head.

He looked at me in shock, and a wickedly handsome smile appeared on his face.

"You brought it on yourself, Jez," he said. He quickly darted to his bed for the other pillow and he attacked me, hitting me continuously with the pillow.

I shrieked and launched myself at him, catching his pillow before he could hit me again.

We continued fighting, until I managed to force Morgead to the floor, and quite literally begging for mercy.

I sat down next to him. He sat up and held my waist, pulling me close.

"What did I bring onto myself?" I said, teasing him. "Oh, yes! Victory!"

I turned and kissed him, silencing any protests.