DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Nightworld characters and I don't make
any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
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CHAPTER TWELVE - ESCAPE
Ash stared vacantly at Tar's face.
"She has no past, Ash. That's why she's so strong. She has no memories and no concept of death, she doesn't see that she's killing these people, just that she's squashing them like ants under her shoe. I don't even think she realises she's a vampire really." A lost expression crossed Tar's face.
" She has no pack, as she thinks of it in an instinctive way, except for me that is. When I die, she'll only come after you threefold. Killing me will drive her to distraction. I'm the last link she has to her past. You only have two choices, start running or kill her now."
Ash's mind was completely shutting down. His sisters were dead, his soul mate had turned into a savage huntress and wanted him dead, and his cousin had abandoned him when he needed him the most. Well, he supposed it wasn't as if he deserved for anything to go right after the things he'd done. He had nothing left to live for. He let Tar stand against the wall for a moment, then dragging up all his frustration and rage, drove a stake into Tar's chest, about two centimetres below his heart. He didn't deserve a quick death and sagged to the floor. Knowing Tar wasn't going anywhere, Ash moved over to Mary Lynette. She would be awake in a few minutes and she would kill him.
Ash? Ash? Are you still alive? James almost whispered, worried if she might overhear.
Yes you idiot Ash's sarcasm returned with a smile to his face.
Thierry's coming
How long?
Twenty minutes. Keep her occupied.
Ash's relief that Thierry was coming was clear and the fact that James hadn't abandoned him added to it, but how could he prevent Mary Lynette from leaving for twenty whole minutes? He realised he had his back to her and slowly turned around. She stood in a fighting crouch, already awake and alert.
"Think you can last twenty minutes, ashen one?" Ash moved into his own fighting stance.
"Yes."
Ash let his need for her to survive fill him with determination. She could only have been turned a few days ago. He was old, powerful and incredibly angry. He would subdue her and take her to Thierry's mansion.
Wrong.
She smiled at him, in a wicked grin and let his surprise that she'd read his inner thoughts draw to her advantage. She struck first and she was incredibly fast. She struck at him with quick short stabs, probing for weaknesses. He clumsily tried to block, not wanting to hurt her and all the while taken aback at her strength. She began wearing him down with a bombardment of mental blows, distracting him from her physical ones.
She struck through a blow to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over and taking advantage, she slammed her knee into his face. His nose broke, showering the floor in blood and he collapsed against the far wall. She walked to him slowly, smelling his determination. Smelling his fear.
"I don't smell vermin blood on you ashen one. Have you gone soft?"
"I don't feed on humans anymore. I changed for you." He felt the scent of fresh human blood on her clothes. There were at least seven different scents and a small light dawned on Ash about her strength.
"Aww. Too bad I don't care. I was never yours to change for. I was always Tar's." She felt Tar's life waning, she needed to hurry this up.
"I expected much better from you ashen one. I'm really quite disappointed in you. I didn't really expect much from the witches, but Tar said you were quite the warrior."
"Everything Tar told you was a lie." She smacked him across the face and felt him losing unconsciousness.
"Well, ashen one. I hope your blood satisfies me more than you have."
She struck quickly and accurately at Ash's neck and bit deep. But something happened then that pulled her into Ash's very being and everything became silver fire and electric blue around her.
She was inside Ash's mind, she realised. Instinctively she tried to thrash away from it, despite the warm affectionate feelings that tried to hold her back. Blasting out with anything and everything she could muster, she tried to free herself from her previous torturer. This was some trick of his to get in control. She wouldn't let him, she would not. Not again.
Mary Lynette Ash said quietly to her, as their minds touched slightly.
My name is Xanna, can't you even get that right? I'm not your soul mate. Tar told me about her and she was a weak and pathetic example of vermin, that's why she's dead. Let me out, you filthy vermin scum or I'll screw you up from the inside out!
Listen to me. Tar lost his soul mate a long time ago. I killed her and I truly regret it now. I've changed. He worked his revenge on me by turning you and wiping your memory, but I think he underestimated you. If you want your memory back, all you have to do is want it.
Xanna screamed, not wanting to believe anything that this, this vermin were telling her. She blew up inside his mind, letting the savagery out from within her and forced herself out of Ash's mind, grabbing for Tar's waning life thread and hanging onto it. She opened her eyes and lifted her mouth from his neck, surprised to have stopped feeding on him. Never mind, she'd find different prey that tasted better. Ash's form crumpled to the floor. She felt Tar's strength running low and knelt by his still form.
I love you Xanna, no matter what happens, remember that. Please. Now go. There is a town about five hours north. In the first car park, there is a land rover with the keys taped under the front wheel. Drive to the coast and go to the edge and down the steps. GO HOME!! You'll find my brothers there. You'll be safe there. Take my power before those vermin do. Please, Xanna. Do this last thing for me.
I love you Tar.
Knowing instinctively what he wanted, she leaned down to kiss him and as she did, she felt something flow into her and felt Tar deflate. He was truly dead. Tears blurred her vision as she ran out of the basement and out of the house, running north. She kept running and took a flying leap over a large stream. After her initial fury had died down a bit, she collapsed under a willow tree and sobbed. The ashen one confused her, he had awoken strange feelings in her, feelings that belonged to Tar. She could also remember things, things that seemed like reading a picture book to her, knowing things and seeing them, but not really through her own eyes. She could feel memories burning at her insides, wanting to break free. She used their fire against them, as she would in combat, and let them burn themselves out.
She was Xanna, wild and free like the night. Not a care in the world. But she'd left Tar's body behind for that human vermin and they would pay for that. She didn't know what it was Tar had given her, but she would treasure it, whatever it was. She heard his words reverberating in her mind. GO HOME he had told her. She would. She had loved him dearly and she would remember him. Stiff with resolve, she got up and began running again into the night.
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER TWELVE - ESCAPE
Ash stared vacantly at Tar's face.
"She has no past, Ash. That's why she's so strong. She has no memories and no concept of death, she doesn't see that she's killing these people, just that she's squashing them like ants under her shoe. I don't even think she realises she's a vampire really." A lost expression crossed Tar's face.
" She has no pack, as she thinks of it in an instinctive way, except for me that is. When I die, she'll only come after you threefold. Killing me will drive her to distraction. I'm the last link she has to her past. You only have two choices, start running or kill her now."
Ash's mind was completely shutting down. His sisters were dead, his soul mate had turned into a savage huntress and wanted him dead, and his cousin had abandoned him when he needed him the most. Well, he supposed it wasn't as if he deserved for anything to go right after the things he'd done. He had nothing left to live for. He let Tar stand against the wall for a moment, then dragging up all his frustration and rage, drove a stake into Tar's chest, about two centimetres below his heart. He didn't deserve a quick death and sagged to the floor. Knowing Tar wasn't going anywhere, Ash moved over to Mary Lynette. She would be awake in a few minutes and she would kill him.
Ash? Ash? Are you still alive? James almost whispered, worried if she might overhear.
Yes you idiot Ash's sarcasm returned with a smile to his face.
Thierry's coming
How long?
Twenty minutes. Keep her occupied.
Ash's relief that Thierry was coming was clear and the fact that James hadn't abandoned him added to it, but how could he prevent Mary Lynette from leaving for twenty whole minutes? He realised he had his back to her and slowly turned around. She stood in a fighting crouch, already awake and alert.
"Think you can last twenty minutes, ashen one?" Ash moved into his own fighting stance.
"Yes."
Ash let his need for her to survive fill him with determination. She could only have been turned a few days ago. He was old, powerful and incredibly angry. He would subdue her and take her to Thierry's mansion.
Wrong.
She smiled at him, in a wicked grin and let his surprise that she'd read his inner thoughts draw to her advantage. She struck first and she was incredibly fast. She struck at him with quick short stabs, probing for weaknesses. He clumsily tried to block, not wanting to hurt her and all the while taken aback at her strength. She began wearing him down with a bombardment of mental blows, distracting him from her physical ones.
She struck through a blow to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over and taking advantage, she slammed her knee into his face. His nose broke, showering the floor in blood and he collapsed against the far wall. She walked to him slowly, smelling his determination. Smelling his fear.
"I don't smell vermin blood on you ashen one. Have you gone soft?"
"I don't feed on humans anymore. I changed for you." He felt the scent of fresh human blood on her clothes. There were at least seven different scents and a small light dawned on Ash about her strength.
"Aww. Too bad I don't care. I was never yours to change for. I was always Tar's." She felt Tar's life waning, she needed to hurry this up.
"I expected much better from you ashen one. I'm really quite disappointed in you. I didn't really expect much from the witches, but Tar said you were quite the warrior."
"Everything Tar told you was a lie." She smacked him across the face and felt him losing unconsciousness.
"Well, ashen one. I hope your blood satisfies me more than you have."
She struck quickly and accurately at Ash's neck and bit deep. But something happened then that pulled her into Ash's very being and everything became silver fire and electric blue around her.
She was inside Ash's mind, she realised. Instinctively she tried to thrash away from it, despite the warm affectionate feelings that tried to hold her back. Blasting out with anything and everything she could muster, she tried to free herself from her previous torturer. This was some trick of his to get in control. She wouldn't let him, she would not. Not again.
Mary Lynette Ash said quietly to her, as their minds touched slightly.
My name is Xanna, can't you even get that right? I'm not your soul mate. Tar told me about her and she was a weak and pathetic example of vermin, that's why she's dead. Let me out, you filthy vermin scum or I'll screw you up from the inside out!
Listen to me. Tar lost his soul mate a long time ago. I killed her and I truly regret it now. I've changed. He worked his revenge on me by turning you and wiping your memory, but I think he underestimated you. If you want your memory back, all you have to do is want it.
Xanna screamed, not wanting to believe anything that this, this vermin were telling her. She blew up inside his mind, letting the savagery out from within her and forced herself out of Ash's mind, grabbing for Tar's waning life thread and hanging onto it. She opened her eyes and lifted her mouth from his neck, surprised to have stopped feeding on him. Never mind, she'd find different prey that tasted better. Ash's form crumpled to the floor. She felt Tar's strength running low and knelt by his still form.
I love you Xanna, no matter what happens, remember that. Please. Now go. There is a town about five hours north. In the first car park, there is a land rover with the keys taped under the front wheel. Drive to the coast and go to the edge and down the steps. GO HOME!! You'll find my brothers there. You'll be safe there. Take my power before those vermin do. Please, Xanna. Do this last thing for me.
I love you Tar.
Knowing instinctively what he wanted, she leaned down to kiss him and as she did, she felt something flow into her and felt Tar deflate. He was truly dead. Tears blurred her vision as she ran out of the basement and out of the house, running north. She kept running and took a flying leap over a large stream. After her initial fury had died down a bit, she collapsed under a willow tree and sobbed. The ashen one confused her, he had awoken strange feelings in her, feelings that belonged to Tar. She could also remember things, things that seemed like reading a picture book to her, knowing things and seeing them, but not really through her own eyes. She could feel memories burning at her insides, wanting to break free. She used their fire against them, as she would in combat, and let them burn themselves out.
She was Xanna, wild and free like the night. Not a care in the world. But she'd left Tar's body behind for that human vermin and they would pay for that. She didn't know what it was Tar had given her, but she would treasure it, whatever it was. She heard his words reverberating in her mind. GO HOME he had told her. She would. She had loved him dearly and she would remember him. Stiff with resolve, she got up and began running again into the night.