CHAPTER 4
Mary-Lynnette sat talking to the other Daybreak members. She liked them all; they were all really friendly. She especially liked Poppy, with her wide green eyes and her pixie looks.
"Ash should be back any moment with Quinn" Poppy spoke happily.
Mary-Lynnette was really nervous. She had a really bad feeling, something had happened to Ash, something bad. Taking a few deep breaths she tried to relax in the chair. Looking around the room she caught Rashel's worried gaze. She knows something's wrong . . .
"I can see you're nervous" Poppy laughed.
"Just a bit, I haven't seen . . ." Mare broke off as she felt a sudden pain hit her in the chest. Clutching a small hand to her heart she fell forward and gasped. Strong arms caught her as she cried out.
"Oh God Ash, please God no . . . please God no! No, no, no . . . " Tears were flowing freely from her eyes.
The pain ceased as suddenly as it had came. Pulling herself away from James she ran to the door and threw it open just in time to see a black Ferrari swerve and stop. She watched in horror as two figures climbed out of the car both covered in blood.
No both didn't climb out; the dark hared man was pulling and lifting Ash out. Ash was pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to stop the blood flow. His face was very pale and he was breathing slowly and raggedly and his eyes were closed.
Pushing her way from the door she ran to her soulmate. "Ash. Ash look at me"
Ash opened his eyes slowly and tried to focus. "Mare . . ." he gasped and fell into a dark void.
Mary-Lynnette felt more warm tears flow from her eyes as she reached forward to help Quinn carry Ash inside. Placing her hand over the small hole in his chest she added a steady pressure. His blood flowed through her fingers in a steady stream leaving a red trail in their path.
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In the healing room . . .
Mary-Lynnette watched in horror as a group of witches worked desperately on stopping the bleeding and tried to heal Ash. They were adding herbs to his chest and chanting spells of protection and health.
She felt a violent wrench in her chest as the sobs escaped from her throat. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
If Ash died . . .
She couldn't breath properly and her legs felt like jelly-out of control. Any moment now they would give out and she'd fall to the floor. Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, supporting her. "Ash! Oh God Ash!" violent sobs shuck her body uncontrollably as Rowan tried to soothe her. Mary- Lynnette cried. Letting her pain and sorrow flow through her, she shuck one last time and detached herself from Rowan's embrace. Looking around the room with teary red swollen eyes she recognised everyone in the room, Lord Thierry, Lady Hannah, Rashel, Rowan, Kestrel, Jade, Mark, Poppy, James and a very angry Quinn. They were all pale looking with strained faces and worry shined in their eyes
Taking a deep breath she turned back around to face Ash. She ran her fingertips lovingly down the side of his face and held his hand. Her heart seemed to tighten in her chest and her breathing stop. The soulmate link was almost non-existent; she couldn't feel the sparks of contact nor see the pink haze.
"He'll be ok. Just see Mare, he'll be up and running around in no time . . ." Mark spoke trying to reassure his sister.
Mary-Lynnette didn't reply. She hoped and prayed that Ash would be alright, with a croaked voice she spoke to Quinn. "What happened? Who did this to him?"
"Shit!" Quinn shouted as he started to pace. "Who picked the bloody warehouse?" he stared around the room, fury shown in his dark eyes. "It was supposed to be empty!"
"What the hell happened, Quinn?" She asked angrily.
"The warehouse . . . it was supposed to be bloody empty!" he started pacing holding a hand to his shoulder. "We kicked the doors in for a bit of fun! And guess what?" he laughed hysterically. "It was full with Night Worlders! 3 puppies 2 shapeshifters and 5 vamps. We fought, killed them, two got away at the beginning and guess what?" he laughed again "They brought some friends back, a heck of a lot of friends actually, all armed with all sorts of weapons. We got shot, we ran . . ." he broke off, he was so god damn angry.
"Quinn calm down . . ." Rashel began.
"We need to send a team. I want to go. I need to go . . ."
"Quinn calm down please," Rashel asked pleadingly. "Your not thinking clearly" She had never seen him loose control like this before.
Quinn kept pacing, "I cant! . . . If I had killed the other shifters . . ."
"If you don't calm down and stop pacing I'll knock you out!"
"You wouldn't dare . . ."
Mary-Lynnette vaguely heard Quinn's body hit the tiled floor. Her thoughts were still on her soulmate. Everything appeared to be happening in slow motion and all sounds were muffled to her ears.
"Sorry Quinn, you knew I would" Rashel whispered as she picked him up and carried him out of the room whispering apologies as she exited.
Mary-Lynnette kept tight a hold of her saulmate's hand. He was lying on a medical bench unmoving; his face was pale and his breathing was shallow, but he was still alive. Just holding on. She was told that he was shot with a wooden bullet, it had missed his heart by millimetres. A few inches to the left and he'd be dead and I'd go insane without him, she thought briefly.
The witches finally stepped away from Ash. The bleeding to stopped. His skin was slowly starting to knit itself back together, but the process was slow. Even the healers couldn't speed his recovery up; they had lessened the wood poisoning in his blood stream, which prevented fever from developing dangerously.
"He needs blood, without it he'll die" Mary snapped her attention to the speaker. It was a witch called Gem. The willowy red hared spoke softly to Thierry with a grimace. Her voice, which was always cheerful, was at that moment filled with sorrow and regret.
Without a second thought Mary-Lynnette reached in to her right boot and pulled out a small silver dagger.
"What are you doing Mare? Where did you get that from?" Mark asked confused.
"You know what I'm doing. And I got the blade after Jeremy . . ." Gritting her teeth she deliberately ran the sharp point over her fingertip. Gasping in pain she watched in fascination as the blood flowed out of the cut and ran down her finger like wax down a candlestick. Placing her fingers to Ash's lips. With her other hand, she clasped his unresponsive one, feeling the hardness of the golden ring he wore. Silently she sat back and waited.
For a while nothing happened, she almost missed the small twitch of his eyelids. Then his lips beneath her finger quivered and parted slightly, and he swallowed reflexively.
"That's it Ash" She whispered as he swallowed again. The silver cord thickened slightly as his fangs extended to gently probe the small cut looking for more sweet blood. Removing her finger reluctantly she picked up the small dagger again. After a seconds hesitation she ran the blade lightly over her skin and held her wrist to his open mouth. Immediately she let out a small hiss of pain as his fangs sunk into her skin deeply.
She vaguely realised that the room became deathly silent but no one attempted to stop her. Mary-Lynnette realised that it must have something to do with the fact that the soulmated couples would have done exactly the same thing.
She searched for the soulmate link bonding them together she focused her energy on making it stronger. With a sob of relief Mary-Lynnette felt it begin to work, slowly but surly the silver cord strengthened and pulled at her mind. Ash? She whispered. Come on Ash, keep drinking. Come back to me baby, I love you!
W-What? . . . M-mare? His mental gasp was shaky and uncertain
Oh God Ash. I love you so much, don't ever leave me like that again. I thought you were dead! .
Mare I would never leave you. I love you so much sweetheart. He whispered in her mind as his mental voice started to become more powerful and his breathing less ragged.
Mary-Lynnette sat talking to the other Daybreak members. She liked them all; they were all really friendly. She especially liked Poppy, with her wide green eyes and her pixie looks.
"Ash should be back any moment with Quinn" Poppy spoke happily.
Mary-Lynnette was really nervous. She had a really bad feeling, something had happened to Ash, something bad. Taking a few deep breaths she tried to relax in the chair. Looking around the room she caught Rashel's worried gaze. She knows something's wrong . . .
"I can see you're nervous" Poppy laughed.
"Just a bit, I haven't seen . . ." Mare broke off as she felt a sudden pain hit her in the chest. Clutching a small hand to her heart she fell forward and gasped. Strong arms caught her as she cried out.
"Oh God Ash, please God no . . . please God no! No, no, no . . . " Tears were flowing freely from her eyes.
The pain ceased as suddenly as it had came. Pulling herself away from James she ran to the door and threw it open just in time to see a black Ferrari swerve and stop. She watched in horror as two figures climbed out of the car both covered in blood.
No both didn't climb out; the dark hared man was pulling and lifting Ash out. Ash was pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to stop the blood flow. His face was very pale and he was breathing slowly and raggedly and his eyes were closed.
Pushing her way from the door she ran to her soulmate. "Ash. Ash look at me"
Ash opened his eyes slowly and tried to focus. "Mare . . ." he gasped and fell into a dark void.
Mary-Lynnette felt more warm tears flow from her eyes as she reached forward to help Quinn carry Ash inside. Placing her hand over the small hole in his chest she added a steady pressure. His blood flowed through her fingers in a steady stream leaving a red trail in their path.
~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~
In the healing room . . .
Mary-Lynnette watched in horror as a group of witches worked desperately on stopping the bleeding and tried to heal Ash. They were adding herbs to his chest and chanting spells of protection and health.
She felt a violent wrench in her chest as the sobs escaped from her throat. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
If Ash died . . .
She couldn't breath properly and her legs felt like jelly-out of control. Any moment now they would give out and she'd fall to the floor. Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, supporting her. "Ash! Oh God Ash!" violent sobs shuck her body uncontrollably as Rowan tried to soothe her. Mary- Lynnette cried. Letting her pain and sorrow flow through her, she shuck one last time and detached herself from Rowan's embrace. Looking around the room with teary red swollen eyes she recognised everyone in the room, Lord Thierry, Lady Hannah, Rashel, Rowan, Kestrel, Jade, Mark, Poppy, James and a very angry Quinn. They were all pale looking with strained faces and worry shined in their eyes
Taking a deep breath she turned back around to face Ash. She ran her fingertips lovingly down the side of his face and held his hand. Her heart seemed to tighten in her chest and her breathing stop. The soulmate link was almost non-existent; she couldn't feel the sparks of contact nor see the pink haze.
"He'll be ok. Just see Mare, he'll be up and running around in no time . . ." Mark spoke trying to reassure his sister.
Mary-Lynnette didn't reply. She hoped and prayed that Ash would be alright, with a croaked voice she spoke to Quinn. "What happened? Who did this to him?"
"Shit!" Quinn shouted as he started to pace. "Who picked the bloody warehouse?" he stared around the room, fury shown in his dark eyes. "It was supposed to be empty!"
"What the hell happened, Quinn?" She asked angrily.
"The warehouse . . . it was supposed to be bloody empty!" he started pacing holding a hand to his shoulder. "We kicked the doors in for a bit of fun! And guess what?" he laughed hysterically. "It was full with Night Worlders! 3 puppies 2 shapeshifters and 5 vamps. We fought, killed them, two got away at the beginning and guess what?" he laughed again "They brought some friends back, a heck of a lot of friends actually, all armed with all sorts of weapons. We got shot, we ran . . ." he broke off, he was so god damn angry.
"Quinn calm down . . ." Rashel began.
"We need to send a team. I want to go. I need to go . . ."
"Quinn calm down please," Rashel asked pleadingly. "Your not thinking clearly" She had never seen him loose control like this before.
Quinn kept pacing, "I cant! . . . If I had killed the other shifters . . ."
"If you don't calm down and stop pacing I'll knock you out!"
"You wouldn't dare . . ."
Mary-Lynnette vaguely heard Quinn's body hit the tiled floor. Her thoughts were still on her soulmate. Everything appeared to be happening in slow motion and all sounds were muffled to her ears.
"Sorry Quinn, you knew I would" Rashel whispered as she picked him up and carried him out of the room whispering apologies as she exited.
Mary-Lynnette kept tight a hold of her saulmate's hand. He was lying on a medical bench unmoving; his face was pale and his breathing was shallow, but he was still alive. Just holding on. She was told that he was shot with a wooden bullet, it had missed his heart by millimetres. A few inches to the left and he'd be dead and I'd go insane without him, she thought briefly.
The witches finally stepped away from Ash. The bleeding to stopped. His skin was slowly starting to knit itself back together, but the process was slow. Even the healers couldn't speed his recovery up; they had lessened the wood poisoning in his blood stream, which prevented fever from developing dangerously.
"He needs blood, without it he'll die" Mary snapped her attention to the speaker. It was a witch called Gem. The willowy red hared spoke softly to Thierry with a grimace. Her voice, which was always cheerful, was at that moment filled with sorrow and regret.
Without a second thought Mary-Lynnette reached in to her right boot and pulled out a small silver dagger.
"What are you doing Mare? Where did you get that from?" Mark asked confused.
"You know what I'm doing. And I got the blade after Jeremy . . ." Gritting her teeth she deliberately ran the sharp point over her fingertip. Gasping in pain she watched in fascination as the blood flowed out of the cut and ran down her finger like wax down a candlestick. Placing her fingers to Ash's lips. With her other hand, she clasped his unresponsive one, feeling the hardness of the golden ring he wore. Silently she sat back and waited.
For a while nothing happened, she almost missed the small twitch of his eyelids. Then his lips beneath her finger quivered and parted slightly, and he swallowed reflexively.
"That's it Ash" She whispered as he swallowed again. The silver cord thickened slightly as his fangs extended to gently probe the small cut looking for more sweet blood. Removing her finger reluctantly she picked up the small dagger again. After a seconds hesitation she ran the blade lightly over her skin and held her wrist to his open mouth. Immediately she let out a small hiss of pain as his fangs sunk into her skin deeply.
She vaguely realised that the room became deathly silent but no one attempted to stop her. Mary-Lynnette realised that it must have something to do with the fact that the soulmated couples would have done exactly the same thing.
She searched for the soulmate link bonding them together she focused her energy on making it stronger. With a sob of relief Mary-Lynnette felt it begin to work, slowly but surly the silver cord strengthened and pulled at her mind. Ash? She whispered. Come on Ash, keep drinking. Come back to me baby, I love you!
W-What? . . . M-mare? His mental gasp was shaky and uncertain
Oh God Ash. I love you so much, don't ever leave me like that again. I thought you were dead! .
Mare I would never leave you. I love you so much sweetheart. He whispered in her mind as his mental voice started to become more powerful and his breathing less ragged.