She was dreaming, but not completely. It was like wandering the paths of her subconscious reviewing memories and mental tactics. Ash had taught her how this was done, but it was rare that she could reach the correct state of mind to manage it. She walked into the room she had labelled witches and looked about. Ah, there it was. Amberlee Choras her own clan had hired her to remove the more than slightly insane Child of Rainbows scion, they hadn't informed her that she was one of Circle Midnight's finest users of the new old powers; a war witch. But she had taken her out, then she had returned to her apartment to heal telling everyone she was going to the Bahamas for three weeks. As always it had been Ash who had kept her in blood. But it wasn't that that was important; it was the fact that a spell casting witch is vulnerable to thrown iron filings. She smiled and surfaced to the waking world.
Ash Redfern, she would have to find a way to repay her cousin. She shouldn't let herself trust him but she had to admit to herself now that he was one of the two people on the plant she actually liked and perhaps in that little iron ball that she had seen in her mental walking she cared about him. She smiled, she had an idea of what to give him.
Three knocks, then two, then three, then one she blinked once Circle Daybreak code. Then she shook her head Ash Redfern had arrived. She moved to the door like a shadow dressed completely in black her red hair damped down to burning embers and coiled into a braid and pinned to the back of her head; the white skin of her face darkened to a Latino olive with cosmetics. Ash blinked twice at her appearance and moved vampire quick and quiet into the room. "Its only mid day Lynx" she half smiled at him and he blinked she knew why there had been no sarcasm in that smile it was poignant and sweet. "What's gone wrong?" she shook her head and sat cross-legged on the floor and motioned for him to do the same. "Were allied for this time cousin, what's your price" she watched him blink his eyes were a sharp greenish grey, he was trying to evaluate her trying to read her expressionless professional face and tone. "No price Lynx, your finally letting me look after you" he grinned blonde hair flopping into his eyes "That's enough"
Lynx was silent for three full minutes keeping her eyes on the floor pushing every unruly emotion back into the tiny iron ball in which they lived and then she met his eyes and hers were a soft clear gold that was rarely seen "My cousin, you have won more than you know" Ash looked puzzled at this unexpected and uncharacteristic tenderness "Have I?" "Oh, yes Ash" she shut her eyes for a moment "You have my affection" and her eyes hardened seeming to reflect aeons of despair "And you have my trust" She saw from his eyes that he knew what she meant and to her surprise he leant across the carpeting and hugged her tightly to his chest for a moment and then flashed his own version of the Redfern grin. "I love you too heart sister, now why am I here?" she flashed her normal deeply sarcastic smile her eyes returning to their usual dark hardness "Let me finish Ash" she walked over to her laptop and hit send on an email she had prepared when she first awoke this morning; Ash raised one quizzical eyebrow and she gave him a thumbs up. "And that secures your soulmate" Ash went pale "What have you done?!" she half smiled "Trust Ash, remember?" she saw that he wouldn't question her but his eyes were tortured, Lynx sighed "I have just issued a general warrant of protection, in the old style. Stating that if one Mary Lynette Carter is touched in any way without my express permission or hers that person will become subject to my swift vengeance." She looked into Ash's eyes "There is no price higher than an assassins life" He looked at her with something like wonder in his eyes "I used to think I was getting to know you but now, I don't think I ever will" shutters slammed down behind her eyes "Don't try to know me Ash, its not wise" he smile was slightly winsome "Just, appreciate me"
It was his turn for silence now then he nodded at her and said in a mock pleading voice "The plan Lynx, please?" she smiled, fae and reckless "I don't have a plan, but I know what you have to do" Ash stared at her, "I thought that being a master assassin consisted of hours of convoluted planning and design" she looked at him for a moment before mimicking his shrug "Sometimes, but to be honest three times out of four its relying on instinct and knowing your target." Ash stared at her and then at the eerily glowing blade on the bed "And that?" she smiled but it was only half a smile "That is my child killer, my own personal curse." He looked at her "It was forged millennia ago Ash, by the dragons for revenge on their usurpers. It hungers for blood, more-so than any vampire." His eyes were full of horror but he stayed silent for in her eyes was a dark knowledge that was much older than anyone he knew except perhaps Theirry before Hannah's arrival and full of old blood and pain.
Lynx turned away from the clarity of Ash's gaze and stared at the blade on the bed, what she had said about it was all of the truth; it haunted her thoughts and dreams with madness so much greater than hers could ever be. With feats of death, pain and seduction and what it had offered and given to those who wielded it, all it gave her was self control and in that she learnt its revenge bent soul. The soul that had been a fifteen year old girl long ago, there were no more spaces on the blade, she was the final holder and they would go down together in the proverbial blaze of glory. But they first had to find the man both of them so desperately wanted revenge upon; and then it would be over.
Ash Redfern, she would have to find a way to repay her cousin. She shouldn't let herself trust him but she had to admit to herself now that he was one of the two people on the plant she actually liked and perhaps in that little iron ball that she had seen in her mental walking she cared about him. She smiled, she had an idea of what to give him.
Three knocks, then two, then three, then one she blinked once Circle Daybreak code. Then she shook her head Ash Redfern had arrived. She moved to the door like a shadow dressed completely in black her red hair damped down to burning embers and coiled into a braid and pinned to the back of her head; the white skin of her face darkened to a Latino olive with cosmetics. Ash blinked twice at her appearance and moved vampire quick and quiet into the room. "Its only mid day Lynx" she half smiled at him and he blinked she knew why there had been no sarcasm in that smile it was poignant and sweet. "What's gone wrong?" she shook her head and sat cross-legged on the floor and motioned for him to do the same. "Were allied for this time cousin, what's your price" she watched him blink his eyes were a sharp greenish grey, he was trying to evaluate her trying to read her expressionless professional face and tone. "No price Lynx, your finally letting me look after you" he grinned blonde hair flopping into his eyes "That's enough"
Lynx was silent for three full minutes keeping her eyes on the floor pushing every unruly emotion back into the tiny iron ball in which they lived and then she met his eyes and hers were a soft clear gold that was rarely seen "My cousin, you have won more than you know" Ash looked puzzled at this unexpected and uncharacteristic tenderness "Have I?" "Oh, yes Ash" she shut her eyes for a moment "You have my affection" and her eyes hardened seeming to reflect aeons of despair "And you have my trust" She saw from his eyes that he knew what she meant and to her surprise he leant across the carpeting and hugged her tightly to his chest for a moment and then flashed his own version of the Redfern grin. "I love you too heart sister, now why am I here?" she flashed her normal deeply sarcastic smile her eyes returning to their usual dark hardness "Let me finish Ash" she walked over to her laptop and hit send on an email she had prepared when she first awoke this morning; Ash raised one quizzical eyebrow and she gave him a thumbs up. "And that secures your soulmate" Ash went pale "What have you done?!" she half smiled "Trust Ash, remember?" she saw that he wouldn't question her but his eyes were tortured, Lynx sighed "I have just issued a general warrant of protection, in the old style. Stating that if one Mary Lynette Carter is touched in any way without my express permission or hers that person will become subject to my swift vengeance." She looked into Ash's eyes "There is no price higher than an assassins life" He looked at her with something like wonder in his eyes "I used to think I was getting to know you but now, I don't think I ever will" shutters slammed down behind her eyes "Don't try to know me Ash, its not wise" he smile was slightly winsome "Just, appreciate me"
It was his turn for silence now then he nodded at her and said in a mock pleading voice "The plan Lynx, please?" she smiled, fae and reckless "I don't have a plan, but I know what you have to do" Ash stared at her, "I thought that being a master assassin consisted of hours of convoluted planning and design" she looked at him for a moment before mimicking his shrug "Sometimes, but to be honest three times out of four its relying on instinct and knowing your target." Ash stared at her and then at the eerily glowing blade on the bed "And that?" she smiled but it was only half a smile "That is my child killer, my own personal curse." He looked at her "It was forged millennia ago Ash, by the dragons for revenge on their usurpers. It hungers for blood, more-so than any vampire." His eyes were full of horror but he stayed silent for in her eyes was a dark knowledge that was much older than anyone he knew except perhaps Theirry before Hannah's arrival and full of old blood and pain.
Lynx turned away from the clarity of Ash's gaze and stared at the blade on the bed, what she had said about it was all of the truth; it haunted her thoughts and dreams with madness so much greater than hers could ever be. With feats of death, pain and seduction and what it had offered and given to those who wielded it, all it gave her was self control and in that she learnt its revenge bent soul. The soul that had been a fifteen year old girl long ago, there were no more spaces on the blade, she was the final holder and they would go down together in the proverbial blaze of glory. But they first had to find the man both of them so desperately wanted revenge upon; and then it would be over.