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blah blah blah. However, I do own Tar, Dain, Zarach and Bono, but
unfortunately, they haven't been paying their rent so I don't make any
money out of them either. Damn. Reviews are really appreciated.
CHAPTER FOUR - LONGING
Ash set off the morning after his talk with Thierry with Rashel and Quinn in the back. Ash was not in a happy mood. It would take them almost a day to drive to the place Thierry had specified. What if Mary Lynette was there now? Hurt? Dying? Counting on him?
"Ash."
Ash peered into the rear view mirror.
"What?"
"Tell us how Mary Lynette fights. How powerful is she?"
It took Ash a moment to realise that they were trying to distract him. It took him another to realise they were planning a last defence.
"If she's Mary Lynette, she won't hurt us. If she's Xanna, she will kill us all, loving every minute of it. She fights hard physically, but she's not perfect. She takes too many risks; she has no regard for her life. However, she combines this with a mental attack, distracting and confusing her victim, allowing her to move in all the quicker. She took out my sisters and I without breaking a sweat."
"Were you trying, Ash? Did you really try to kill her?"
"No."
"Do you think you could?"
No Ash ended with a mental blast. That is not an option.
Neither Quinn or Rashel spoke again.
***
Once night had fallen, Quinn began to notice that the car wasn't moving in a straight line along the road, it was swaying side to side slightly. Stupid, stupid fool. Why did I let Ash drive all day?
ASH!
Ash jumped a mile up, hitting his head on the roof of the car.
"What, what? What's going on? Jeez, Quinn. What are you trying to do to me?"
"Wake you up, you fool. I happen to value the lives of my soul mate and I."
"I wasn't asleep really." Ash tried to look stubborn and determined into the rear view mirror, but the black spots under his eyes defeated him.
"Do you want me to drive Ash?" Quinn asked, trying to show his sincerity.
"No."
"Are you sure, Ash?"
"No. Look there's the sign, only another few miles and we'll be there."
Quinn sighed quietly to himself and felt Rashel's head sag onto his neck. He was glad at least one of them was getting some rest. When a sign for a motel came up, he practically ordered Ash to pull in. Thankfully Ash pulled over without a fight.
*** Dain slipped silently into Xanna's room while she was sleeping. She was so incredibly beautiful. He could see why Tar had chosen her over everybody else. He had seen the way she looked at him, but he also knew the reason. He reminded her of Tar, that was why she let her gaze settle on him or picked him out from a crowd. But it wasn't fair.
Cloaking himself, he slipped further into the room and settled himself on the edge of her bed. Pulling the quilt further up over her, he let his fingers linger over her bare shoulders. Her skin was so incredibly soft, so very soft. His fingers brushed her neck and he felt a rise of heat flood up his spine.
Feeling rather stupid, he rose quickly from the bed. Spontaneously, he knelt by her head and lightly brushed her lips with his. Dain fled the room.
Xanna opened her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips.
"Is anybody there?"
Hearing no reply, she turned over and went back to sleep, it was only midday after all. After training all night with Dain, she was quite exhausted. Sleep reclaimed her.
*** The church looked exactly the seem as it had in Ash's dream. He'd dragged Quinn and Rashel out of bed just after dawn and they'd been driving all over the damned city ever since. Ten minutes ago, they'd finally found it, even though the midday heat was now beating down ruthlessly on them.
The church had obviously been derelict for quite some time, the windows were broken and the gardens wild. He could smell the sea from where he stood and turned around to see ships moving slowly across the bay. They sailed lazily across the blue expanse, not a care in the world. He hoped that one day he and Mary Lynette could join them. The streets leading to the church were derelict as well, shops boarded up and most of the houses black with ash. He could smell the scent of death in the graveyard behind him, a lingering bitterness.
Experiencing a strange feeling of déjà vu he heard a deft movement behind him and spun to face it. Rashel appeared first, then Quinn a few moments later. They'd been scouting the area, looking for exits, looking for dangers while Ash had been gazing at the landscape. Looking for anything unusual as to why Mary Lynette might have specified here. Ash went into the church.
"Find anything interesting, Quinn?"
"Nothing. It's just a church yard. What are you going to do now?"
"Visit an old friend."
*** Xanna looked up from the book she was reading. She had been expecting Dain's call for over an hour now and it was now an hour past sunset. Finding herself restless, she'd found a volume of enclave law on her desk and got stuck in. In some ways it was strange and confusing, but in most ways it was common sense. It spoke of judgement, the ancient settlement to strife and dispute. Two combatants would meet and battle, sometimes to first blood, but for the more serious disputes, they would battle until death.
Xanna
She looked up and smiled.
It is time.
I am coming.
Rising from her seat, she moved into the main hall.
CHAPTER FOUR - LONGING
Ash set off the morning after his talk with Thierry with Rashel and Quinn in the back. Ash was not in a happy mood. It would take them almost a day to drive to the place Thierry had specified. What if Mary Lynette was there now? Hurt? Dying? Counting on him?
"Ash."
Ash peered into the rear view mirror.
"What?"
"Tell us how Mary Lynette fights. How powerful is she?"
It took Ash a moment to realise that they were trying to distract him. It took him another to realise they were planning a last defence.
"If she's Mary Lynette, she won't hurt us. If she's Xanna, she will kill us all, loving every minute of it. She fights hard physically, but she's not perfect. She takes too many risks; she has no regard for her life. However, she combines this with a mental attack, distracting and confusing her victim, allowing her to move in all the quicker. She took out my sisters and I without breaking a sweat."
"Were you trying, Ash? Did you really try to kill her?"
"No."
"Do you think you could?"
No Ash ended with a mental blast. That is not an option.
Neither Quinn or Rashel spoke again.
***
Once night had fallen, Quinn began to notice that the car wasn't moving in a straight line along the road, it was swaying side to side slightly. Stupid, stupid fool. Why did I let Ash drive all day?
ASH!
Ash jumped a mile up, hitting his head on the roof of the car.
"What, what? What's going on? Jeez, Quinn. What are you trying to do to me?"
"Wake you up, you fool. I happen to value the lives of my soul mate and I."
"I wasn't asleep really." Ash tried to look stubborn and determined into the rear view mirror, but the black spots under his eyes defeated him.
"Do you want me to drive Ash?" Quinn asked, trying to show his sincerity.
"No."
"Are you sure, Ash?"
"No. Look there's the sign, only another few miles and we'll be there."
Quinn sighed quietly to himself and felt Rashel's head sag onto his neck. He was glad at least one of them was getting some rest. When a sign for a motel came up, he practically ordered Ash to pull in. Thankfully Ash pulled over without a fight.
*** Dain slipped silently into Xanna's room while she was sleeping. She was so incredibly beautiful. He could see why Tar had chosen her over everybody else. He had seen the way she looked at him, but he also knew the reason. He reminded her of Tar, that was why she let her gaze settle on him or picked him out from a crowd. But it wasn't fair.
Cloaking himself, he slipped further into the room and settled himself on the edge of her bed. Pulling the quilt further up over her, he let his fingers linger over her bare shoulders. Her skin was so incredibly soft, so very soft. His fingers brushed her neck and he felt a rise of heat flood up his spine.
Feeling rather stupid, he rose quickly from the bed. Spontaneously, he knelt by her head and lightly brushed her lips with his. Dain fled the room.
Xanna opened her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips.
"Is anybody there?"
Hearing no reply, she turned over and went back to sleep, it was only midday after all. After training all night with Dain, she was quite exhausted. Sleep reclaimed her.
*** The church looked exactly the seem as it had in Ash's dream. He'd dragged Quinn and Rashel out of bed just after dawn and they'd been driving all over the damned city ever since. Ten minutes ago, they'd finally found it, even though the midday heat was now beating down ruthlessly on them.
The church had obviously been derelict for quite some time, the windows were broken and the gardens wild. He could smell the sea from where he stood and turned around to see ships moving slowly across the bay. They sailed lazily across the blue expanse, not a care in the world. He hoped that one day he and Mary Lynette could join them. The streets leading to the church were derelict as well, shops boarded up and most of the houses black with ash. He could smell the scent of death in the graveyard behind him, a lingering bitterness.
Experiencing a strange feeling of déjà vu he heard a deft movement behind him and spun to face it. Rashel appeared first, then Quinn a few moments later. They'd been scouting the area, looking for exits, looking for dangers while Ash had been gazing at the landscape. Looking for anything unusual as to why Mary Lynette might have specified here. Ash went into the church.
"Find anything interesting, Quinn?"
"Nothing. It's just a church yard. What are you going to do now?"
"Visit an old friend."
*** Xanna looked up from the book she was reading. She had been expecting Dain's call for over an hour now and it was now an hour past sunset. Finding herself restless, she'd found a volume of enclave law on her desk and got stuck in. In some ways it was strange and confusing, but in most ways it was common sense. It spoke of judgement, the ancient settlement to strife and dispute. Two combatants would meet and battle, sometimes to first blood, but for the more serious disputes, they would battle until death.
Xanna
She looked up and smiled.
It is time.
I am coming.
Rising from her seat, she moved into the main hall.