*
Sarah sighed and streched, she hated early mornings, she hated school even more, all those pretty people. Did she never meet anyone who was ugly? Eugh, Sarah kept her head down and continued to walk down the corridor, this is what I get for being me, Sarah thought as she walked head first into a locker door. Her books spewed all over the floor, great, just what I needed.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Sarah heard a voice say, she assumed it belonged to the owner of the locker.
The person bent down and started to help her pick up her books. Sarah looked up, the haziest eyes she had ever seen met her, stormy blue eyes lined with black eyeliner, pouting lips and a smooth nose. She zoomed out and saw the violet hair that framed the face, straight and short. They both stood up, having collected all of her books. The boy was only a few inches taler than herself, a lean body covered with a loose t-shirt and black faded jeans completed to look.
The boy held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Lazarus Southstone pleased to meet you, I'm so sorry about the books, I just transfered here from Jordan, nice to meet you." He finished.
Sarah was shocked and nervous, this guy was gorgeous, she took his hand and shook it, "I'm Sarah Smith, it's perfectly O-" Sarah was interupted by the bell ringing, "oh my God, I'm late, I'll see you around, OK?" Sarah said as she ran off. Got myself out of a tight spot there, Sarah thought.
All Lazarus could do was nod.
*
Jordan looked around, not a bad place, almost like the masion that his father had seen so many times. Thierry did have a taste for the finer things in life, not that he could blame him. I mean if I had that amount of money I'd live like this, Jordan thought to himself. He walked over to the window and looked out, what a lovely view, you could see the whole of, Jordan paused, what was this town, ah but of course, New Las Vegas. From where Jordan stood by the window he could see the ruins of Thierry's old home, I wonder why they didn't just build over it, he wondered.
Quinn saw the ruins, Quinn remebered the great battle that had been fought there, it had not been on the stroke of midnight, of course not, no, it had been on 5th of January, 2000. They had raided the house and that had been it, the fighting everything, the witch who isn't a witch, why who else but Garnet Redfern, mother a Witch, Maeve Harman nonetheless and her father Hunter Redfern, a witch who isn't really a witch. Without doubt the Dragons had been doubled crossed by Hunter Refern and his kin, but not before they helped the Night World take over the world. He saw the masses of people dieing, he saw Rashel dive to defend Keller and Galen, saying that she herself was expendable, they were more important. But to no alas the dragon had reached them before her, their broken bodies had laid on the floor, several people tripping over them and subsequently dying at the hands of the very same Dragon. Quinn and Rashel had tried to help, several vampires had reached them before they reached the dragon. The whole of Keller's team was slaughtered. The fighting had gradually stopped with their capture, they had escaped eventually of course, but not before they witnessed the execution of every witch among them - Harman witches first, and of course the wild powers. There was one thing the Night World never got, the children, for of course there were children born. They had been kept safe, the people he met today, in most cases, were decendants from the children he had helped protect.
Ash's family had been at the battle, Kestrel went missing in that fight, her body had never been recovered, she wasn't captured, he only hoped she had escaped. Jade had been staked and with her Mark, the killer didn't seem to care that he wasn't a vampire, it was true though, a stake through the heart did kill many things. Mary Lynnette had died a long time before Rashel, for surely if Ash were still around he would have tried to convince Quinn to stay. Mary Lynette had been killed in one of their rebellions, that was the last time he'd seen Ash. He paused, too many good friends lost, Quinn thought. Out of the people he'd known in Cirle Daybreak right now perhaps three survived, that he knew of, himself, Thierry and Blaise. Yes, Blaise, Thea's sister, she was a vampire, turned by Ash on the eve of battle, it had been her own idea. She was truly like Maya, she didn't want to die. People were dead, perhaps more were missing. Kestrel was gone, Ash, Rowan, Morgead, Maggie, although she was surely dead by now, she was only human after all, Poppy, James and Ash's daughter, Elise.
Quinn paused, perhaps some day he would find out what had happened to all of these people. For surely with his daughter to care for Ash could not have killed himself and Morgead must still live in hope of Jez being reborn. Poppy and James, two vampires together, how could they not have survived. If Rashel had been a vampire and lived he would never destroy himself as long as she lived. He could feel Jordan's thoughts pushing at the back of his mind, what do I do? What's gonna happen? That boy would nevertruly be as cold and in control as Quinn once had been, maybe that was a good thing. Don't worry, Quinn said, we're going to let Thierry in on our little secret, leave it all up to me, I'll take control. With that Jordan bowed down and Quinn resumed control of his own body.
*
Odif couldn't believe his luck, this relative was talking to him. What to ask first, Odif thought, I know, "When were you born?"
Ash blinked, when had he been born, you live this long you never remember as good as you used to, "I was born in...1980, 31st of May,"
Odif was confused, but that year hadn't passed, oh, of course! Not PDJ1980, he must mean...hang on, BCE or CE, for surely he could be that old, "BCE or CE?" Odif asked.
"CE," Ash replied, "I was only 20 when the first battle took place."
*authors note: BCE is used instead of BC, it stands for 'Before Common Era' and CE is used by some people instead of AD, it stands for 'Common Era'. Just for those who didn't know, common terms, not made up*
Odif blinked, this man was older than he could have supposed, he assumed he had been born sometime during Night World rule, but to have lived at a time before it. This man was...he calculated, 11,043 years old! "What happened during the first battle and before, how did you live?"
Ash sighed, at least this time, instead of reliving them in his head he'd get to tell them to some body, "It all started with a girl..."
*
Thierry walked into the room, he turned to the assistant and asked, "How is he today?"
The assistant looked to the boy lying in the bed, doped up to his eyeballs, he believed the phrase was. He understood why, when he awakened from his drug induced state last time his only thought had been destruction. "The same as always, although the dosage may need to be increased."
Thierry looked back to the man with dark hair and hazy green eyes. Some people sorrowed when their soulmates died, some people asked witches for help and some people became so violent when they died that nothing but the the destruction of others and themselves. This was who Thierry was trying to help, along with himself and the boy downstairs and probably hundreds of others. The only thing that cound save him is her, Jez. He was waiting, like the rest of them. The only problem was if they took him off the drugs he became suicidle and didn't care who got hurt while he tried to kill himself. They couldn't kill him, they couldn't let him kill himself so here he was, sedated. Morgead Blackthorn was yet another surviving casulty of the Night World. Morgead's violence had all been diverted to fighting in the wars, to defeat those who killed her but now the enemy were gone, so was his will to live. He had no hope that humans would repopulate the planet, so no hope that she'd come again.
The heavy lashes came down once again, perhaps sleep really was the best thing for him, at least for now. Morgead was cared for, Thierry saw to that. A small crumpled picture of a woman with firey red hair and bright blue eyes lay on the side. Thierry carelessly picked it up, the assistant must have seen to it. If Thierry hadn't made his promises to Hana perhaps he would have ended up like Morgead, maybe if the humans could never be revived perhaps he would stop Morgeads medication and join him.
But that was a what if, like so many that had passed through his mind in the last few days. Thierry and the others had fought so hard for all they had earned, but the cost had been so high. And now, all that they lived for was to be reunited with their soulmates. The Old Powers slept now and the soulmate principal was nearly non existant again, it was only among those with human blood in their lines that it seemed to strike. Before it had been between mostly night people but now it seemed to prefer human blood. Perhaps it was the souls of the humans longing to be reborn to their soulmates. What if...ah, he was off again, another 'what if...'. Perhaps it was best to leave, visit Qu...Jordan upstairs, he must remember to ask him about himself, who he was, what he was.
*
Rowan Redfern looked about, she yawned, so tiring living in this world, things seemed so slow and drawn out now there was nothing left to fight for. Seeing Ash like that broke her heart, but over the years he had become someone she could talk to, knowing she'd never get an answer. It was comforting having someone to pour your heart out to. Even if it had been over 10,000 years since they had last uttered a word. He had fought battles after her death, although it wasn't with Circle Daybreak, she had seen him many times quietly backing them up, making sure no one saw him. After it was over she had finally found him, she'd seen his daughter first, surprising seeing someone after 10,000 years, she had recognised Elise at once, she still had her long ash blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Ash may have looked 20 but his daughter looked as though she was in her late 30's. Rowan looked to be in her early 20's, 22 was when she had stopped aging; the day she last saw her brothers and sisters alive together, it was the day Jade died. It was the final battle and she vowed she would never start aging again until she met her soulmate, but the chance of that happening was very slim, if not damned impossible, how many pure blood vampires met their soulmates in this day and age. There was the glimmer of hope again, she wasn't pure blood, what had caused ehr to run away was her witch blood, perhaps it would help her find her soulmate.
Rowan yawned again, it was too late for thinking, she should sleep now, maybe look in on Ash one more time. He was the only real family she had left, these people were Ash's people, not hers. Rowan walked towards to door, she heard talking, Ash didn't talk, she heard a second voice...she recognised it, Rowan peered through a crack in the door. Ash was sitting there talking to...Odif, she had warned him not to go near Ash. Secretly she was glad someone finally had Ash talking, she felt jealous, why hadn't he spoken to her? But, Ash deserved his peace, he'd truley earn't it. But what were they talking about...?
*
Sarah sighed and streched, she hated early mornings, she hated school even more, all those pretty people. Did she never meet anyone who was ugly? Eugh, Sarah kept her head down and continued to walk down the corridor, this is what I get for being me, Sarah thought as she walked head first into a locker door. Her books spewed all over the floor, great, just what I needed.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Sarah heard a voice say, she assumed it belonged to the owner of the locker.
The person bent down and started to help her pick up her books. Sarah looked up, the haziest eyes she had ever seen met her, stormy blue eyes lined with black eyeliner, pouting lips and a smooth nose. She zoomed out and saw the violet hair that framed the face, straight and short. They both stood up, having collected all of her books. The boy was only a few inches taler than herself, a lean body covered with a loose t-shirt and black faded jeans completed to look.
The boy held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Lazarus Southstone pleased to meet you, I'm so sorry about the books, I just transfered here from Jordan, nice to meet you." He finished.
Sarah was shocked and nervous, this guy was gorgeous, she took his hand and shook it, "I'm Sarah Smith, it's perfectly O-" Sarah was interupted by the bell ringing, "oh my God, I'm late, I'll see you around, OK?" Sarah said as she ran off. Got myself out of a tight spot there, Sarah thought.
All Lazarus could do was nod.
*
Jordan looked around, not a bad place, almost like the masion that his father had seen so many times. Thierry did have a taste for the finer things in life, not that he could blame him. I mean if I had that amount of money I'd live like this, Jordan thought to himself. He walked over to the window and looked out, what a lovely view, you could see the whole of, Jordan paused, what was this town, ah but of course, New Las Vegas. From where Jordan stood by the window he could see the ruins of Thierry's old home, I wonder why they didn't just build over it, he wondered.
Quinn saw the ruins, Quinn remebered the great battle that had been fought there, it had not been on the stroke of midnight, of course not, no, it had been on 5th of January, 2000. They had raided the house and that had been it, the fighting everything, the witch who isn't a witch, why who else but Garnet Redfern, mother a Witch, Maeve Harman nonetheless and her father Hunter Redfern, a witch who isn't really a witch. Without doubt the Dragons had been doubled crossed by Hunter Refern and his kin, but not before they helped the Night World take over the world. He saw the masses of people dieing, he saw Rashel dive to defend Keller and Galen, saying that she herself was expendable, they were more important. But to no alas the dragon had reached them before her, their broken bodies had laid on the floor, several people tripping over them and subsequently dying at the hands of the very same Dragon. Quinn and Rashel had tried to help, several vampires had reached them before they reached the dragon. The whole of Keller's team was slaughtered. The fighting had gradually stopped with their capture, they had escaped eventually of course, but not before they witnessed the execution of every witch among them - Harman witches first, and of course the wild powers. There was one thing the Night World never got, the children, for of course there were children born. They had been kept safe, the people he met today, in most cases, were decendants from the children he had helped protect.
Ash's family had been at the battle, Kestrel went missing in that fight, her body had never been recovered, she wasn't captured, he only hoped she had escaped. Jade had been staked and with her Mark, the killer didn't seem to care that he wasn't a vampire, it was true though, a stake through the heart did kill many things. Mary Lynnette had died a long time before Rashel, for surely if Ash were still around he would have tried to convince Quinn to stay. Mary Lynette had been killed in one of their rebellions, that was the last time he'd seen Ash. He paused, too many good friends lost, Quinn thought. Out of the people he'd known in Cirle Daybreak right now perhaps three survived, that he knew of, himself, Thierry and Blaise. Yes, Blaise, Thea's sister, she was a vampire, turned by Ash on the eve of battle, it had been her own idea. She was truly like Maya, she didn't want to die. People were dead, perhaps more were missing. Kestrel was gone, Ash, Rowan, Morgead, Maggie, although she was surely dead by now, she was only human after all, Poppy, James and Ash's daughter, Elise.
Quinn paused, perhaps some day he would find out what had happened to all of these people. For surely with his daughter to care for Ash could not have killed himself and Morgead must still live in hope of Jez being reborn. Poppy and James, two vampires together, how could they not have survived. If Rashel had been a vampire and lived he would never destroy himself as long as she lived. He could feel Jordan's thoughts pushing at the back of his mind, what do I do? What's gonna happen? That boy would nevertruly be as cold and in control as Quinn once had been, maybe that was a good thing. Don't worry, Quinn said, we're going to let Thierry in on our little secret, leave it all up to me, I'll take control. With that Jordan bowed down and Quinn resumed control of his own body.
*
Odif couldn't believe his luck, this relative was talking to him. What to ask first, Odif thought, I know, "When were you born?"
Ash blinked, when had he been born, you live this long you never remember as good as you used to, "I was born in...1980, 31st of May,"
Odif was confused, but that year hadn't passed, oh, of course! Not PDJ1980, he must mean...hang on, BCE or CE, for surely he could be that old, "BCE or CE?" Odif asked.
"CE," Ash replied, "I was only 20 when the first battle took place."
*authors note: BCE is used instead of BC, it stands for 'Before Common Era' and CE is used by some people instead of AD, it stands for 'Common Era'. Just for those who didn't know, common terms, not made up*
Odif blinked, this man was older than he could have supposed, he assumed he had been born sometime during Night World rule, but to have lived at a time before it. This man was...he calculated, 11,043 years old! "What happened during the first battle and before, how did you live?"
Ash sighed, at least this time, instead of reliving them in his head he'd get to tell them to some body, "It all started with a girl..."
*
Thierry walked into the room, he turned to the assistant and asked, "How is he today?"
The assistant looked to the boy lying in the bed, doped up to his eyeballs, he believed the phrase was. He understood why, when he awakened from his drug induced state last time his only thought had been destruction. "The same as always, although the dosage may need to be increased."
Thierry looked back to the man with dark hair and hazy green eyes. Some people sorrowed when their soulmates died, some people asked witches for help and some people became so violent when they died that nothing but the the destruction of others and themselves. This was who Thierry was trying to help, along with himself and the boy downstairs and probably hundreds of others. The only thing that cound save him is her, Jez. He was waiting, like the rest of them. The only problem was if they took him off the drugs he became suicidle and didn't care who got hurt while he tried to kill himself. They couldn't kill him, they couldn't let him kill himself so here he was, sedated. Morgead Blackthorn was yet another surviving casulty of the Night World. Morgead's violence had all been diverted to fighting in the wars, to defeat those who killed her but now the enemy were gone, so was his will to live. He had no hope that humans would repopulate the planet, so no hope that she'd come again.
The heavy lashes came down once again, perhaps sleep really was the best thing for him, at least for now. Morgead was cared for, Thierry saw to that. A small crumpled picture of a woman with firey red hair and bright blue eyes lay on the side. Thierry carelessly picked it up, the assistant must have seen to it. If Thierry hadn't made his promises to Hana perhaps he would have ended up like Morgead, maybe if the humans could never be revived perhaps he would stop Morgeads medication and join him.
But that was a what if, like so many that had passed through his mind in the last few days. Thierry and the others had fought so hard for all they had earned, but the cost had been so high. And now, all that they lived for was to be reunited with their soulmates. The Old Powers slept now and the soulmate principal was nearly non existant again, it was only among those with human blood in their lines that it seemed to strike. Before it had been between mostly night people but now it seemed to prefer human blood. Perhaps it was the souls of the humans longing to be reborn to their soulmates. What if...ah, he was off again, another 'what if...'. Perhaps it was best to leave, visit Qu...Jordan upstairs, he must remember to ask him about himself, who he was, what he was.
*
Rowan Redfern looked about, she yawned, so tiring living in this world, things seemed so slow and drawn out now there was nothing left to fight for. Seeing Ash like that broke her heart, but over the years he had become someone she could talk to, knowing she'd never get an answer. It was comforting having someone to pour your heart out to. Even if it had been over 10,000 years since they had last uttered a word. He had fought battles after her death, although it wasn't with Circle Daybreak, she had seen him many times quietly backing them up, making sure no one saw him. After it was over she had finally found him, she'd seen his daughter first, surprising seeing someone after 10,000 years, she had recognised Elise at once, she still had her long ash blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Ash may have looked 20 but his daughter looked as though she was in her late 30's. Rowan looked to be in her early 20's, 22 was when she had stopped aging; the day she last saw her brothers and sisters alive together, it was the day Jade died. It was the final battle and she vowed she would never start aging again until she met her soulmate, but the chance of that happening was very slim, if not damned impossible, how many pure blood vampires met their soulmates in this day and age. There was the glimmer of hope again, she wasn't pure blood, what had caused ehr to run away was her witch blood, perhaps it would help her find her soulmate.
Rowan yawned again, it was too late for thinking, she should sleep now, maybe look in on Ash one more time. He was the only real family she had left, these people were Ash's people, not hers. Rowan walked towards to door, she heard talking, Ash didn't talk, she heard a second voice...she recognised it, Rowan peered through a crack in the door. Ash was sitting there talking to...Odif, she had warned him not to go near Ash. Secretly she was glad someone finally had Ash talking, she felt jealous, why hadn't he spoken to her? But, Ash deserved his peace, he'd truley earn't it. But what were they talking about...?
*
