Author notes: sorry about the long wait. This chapter was hard to write for
some reason... and so it may suck a bit - It's all about getting into
Ash's head though, so that should be interesting... I love building the
suspense,: P
Please keep the reviews coming; they are what keep me going. After this
Chapter I really need some suggestions, all I've got are a few concrete ideas,
And possible directions. THE next chapter may take awhile as wonderful midterms have to take precedence - And I haven't written it yet.
Sapphire Taylor: Is Laurel Jealous of Ash and mare.. It depends on how you mean.
If you mean if Laurel wants Ash for herself, No. It would be like liking an
annoying brother that way. Ash is just the wayward fun brother-type that she
could never imagine even kissing. This is why Ash entrusts her with the
Location of Mare, I think DoD proved that Ash is very protective of his
soulmate. Amanda might Kill Mare if it meant she could get Ash, just like a lot of girls would to get their hands on a gorgeous guy like Ash. Is Laurel jealous of Ash having a soulmate? Probably. Like all teenage girls, she wants a soulmate of her own :P
Chapter 6
"Oh James!" giggle. "You shouldn't have."
"Anything to make my Poppet happy."
Ash rolled his eyes, controlling the impulse to throttle his cousin. Couldn't
they go someplace else to be sickeningly cute? He HAD to get out of there.
Passing his cousin in the halls of the Nightworld lord's mansion, Ash couldn't
control his comment to him; after all he couldn't be a saint all the time.
"James, you REALLY shouldn't have." He said in a tone that imitated Poppy's voice.
He imagined that James was glaring a hole in his back now. Too bad, he wasn't in the mood to see his expression. And if he made any comments about jealousy or the like, he wasn't listening.
Last year he had brought Poppy here to be 'exposed'. Now he was out to protect
Humans. He had even thought about doing anything to protect a certain human had she changed into a made vampire, even though it was illegal, punishable by Death.
The universe must have some sick sense of humor.
Lord Thierry was in his office, like always. You'd think the ancient vampire, would take a vacation or something. The man needed a hobby probably more than
Quinn.
The old vampire looked up from his desk, giving him a look that said, "Get on
with it."
"I was thinking I could help Circle Daybreak best by stop wasting my time here, skip tomorrow's party," Ash had his hands in his pockets, using his casual winning smile, As if the idea of leaving before the party just happened to occur to him.
"You want to skip a party?" Skepticism and was that amusement in Thierry's voice?
"That's right, so I can spend more time on gathering the information you need."
Even to him, it sounded out of character. The guy who had spent much of his
youth partying, the partier, wanting to skip one of the best parties of the year, to work. Mare, what have you done to me?
Thierry analyzed him, being around people for most of known history had made him an acute observer of others.
"You don't want to be around all the couples." he stated.
He sympathized. "I understand." And he did, it was hard to be away from the only woman to you, once you had met her. Work was a good distraction; it kept you away from yourself. From thinking too much about what you couldn't change, it passed the time.
Ash fidgeted, thinking of arguing that nothing made him uncomfortable, esp. those idiots fawning over each other.
Thierry scrawled something on a card, and handed it to Ash.
"Give this to Neilson." No time for argument, Ash saw the name of one of
Thierry's private jets,
"Good luck."
"You know, you should take a vacation or something, try Hawaii." Ash suggested, it was as close to a thank you as Ash would ever give, waving lazily as he left.
Thierry let out a deep breath, when the lamia was gone. Feeling Old and tired.
As rash as the Redfern seemed he was very useful, once you got past his facade.
Perhaps he had been right; maybe he did need a vacation.
"Hawaii was as good a place as any, Nielson would stop bugging him about his heath, and there was work to be done there.
******
Ash leaned against the jet window. It's cool surface bringing relief to his hot face. He peered out at the approaching twilight, the light matching that of his eyes.
What if she was annoyed that he had sent her gifts? Or worse sickened. Had he overdone it? No women ever had, but Mary-Lynnette was different. It mattered to him that she liked it. She could hate the roses for all he cared, if she liked him. He had never had to work at this sort of thing. Women had always, and sometimes quite literally fallen into his lap. What was the worth of something so easily gotten? Women had been easy, and therefore not important. I'm worrying about a girl's feelings. Yet again he question who he was. His family would think he was some witch's illusion. He smiled at that. It would be interesting to see everyone's expressions if he ever told them he was part of circle Daybreak, a human lover, almost worth the instant death sentence that it was.
Certainly a lot of them would think it was a joke and laugh and say 'that's a
Good one Ash, YOU a human lover? You should tell my friend that joke."
Why was this true?
A seven-year-old Ash sits stubbornly on his bed. It wasn't fair! His witch friend could leave the enclave whenever she wanted. But him, a REDFERN,
couldn't. Did they think he was a baby, which needed constant protection from
those oh so dangerous humans? The humans that were food? A vampire of the most powerful family? He had cousins who were out in the real world. While he was trapped on this backward hellhole. It wasn't fair!
"If you are a good boy, someday you may be allowed to explore the outside, and make us proud son."
When the elders meant 'good', they didn't mean it the way vermin did. They meant a good Vampire- Ruthless, manipulative, a cold-hearted killer, someone like the enclaves founder, Hunter.
If he wanted out he would have to convince them that that was who he was. He vowed to himself then that he would do whatever it took to get out of here.
Manipulation after all was simply being a good actor. If it meant being mean, even to his sisters, he'd do it, so that at least one of them would make it out.
Trick the Elders. But then he had fed off the praise he had received, like a
Full tick. And if that had changed him, it was only becoming more of the ideal
he had being taught to be.
When he had gotten off the island, he had reviled in his newfound freedom. No one on the island had been able to have REAL parties. He had seen all these happy humans who didn't appreciate being free. But he would show them. He would take his revenge on vermin; prove that he WAS better than them. That his world was the way he'd been told. He would become as well known as Quinn. So he hanged out with the right people to accomplish that, and exploited his new found freedom to the fullest.
James had always been free, and when he had met Poppy, he had been able to read her mind. See how she adored his cousin... not for his looks either. Just for him. Not because of his position or money. He was jealous. James wasn't even a real Redfern and he was free and had this love. He couldn't just let it go.
He had to teach him a lesson, and spread the misery that was deep down, the
loneliness he hid. He hid it well.
Bad Magic happens... If he had really wanted to expose her though, why had he brought her to the only human loving good vampire elder's mansion then?
As far as he knew, he hated humans, and then his sisters had followed him by escaping to the outside world.... and the rest as they say is history.
Night fell, and the stars still shined in the darkness, made more precious because they were rare, standing bright and small against the surrounding night.
Please keep the reviews coming; they are what keep me going. After this
Chapter I really need some suggestions, all I've got are a few concrete ideas,
And possible directions. THE next chapter may take awhile as wonderful midterms have to take precedence - And I haven't written it yet.
Sapphire Taylor: Is Laurel Jealous of Ash and mare.. It depends on how you mean.
If you mean if Laurel wants Ash for herself, No. It would be like liking an
annoying brother that way. Ash is just the wayward fun brother-type that she
could never imagine even kissing. This is why Ash entrusts her with the
Location of Mare, I think DoD proved that Ash is very protective of his
soulmate. Amanda might Kill Mare if it meant she could get Ash, just like a lot of girls would to get their hands on a gorgeous guy like Ash. Is Laurel jealous of Ash having a soulmate? Probably. Like all teenage girls, she wants a soulmate of her own :P
Chapter 6
"Oh James!" giggle. "You shouldn't have."
"Anything to make my Poppet happy."
Ash rolled his eyes, controlling the impulse to throttle his cousin. Couldn't
they go someplace else to be sickeningly cute? He HAD to get out of there.
Passing his cousin in the halls of the Nightworld lord's mansion, Ash couldn't
control his comment to him; after all he couldn't be a saint all the time.
"James, you REALLY shouldn't have." He said in a tone that imitated Poppy's voice.
He imagined that James was glaring a hole in his back now. Too bad, he wasn't in the mood to see his expression. And if he made any comments about jealousy or the like, he wasn't listening.
Last year he had brought Poppy here to be 'exposed'. Now he was out to protect
Humans. He had even thought about doing anything to protect a certain human had she changed into a made vampire, even though it was illegal, punishable by Death.
The universe must have some sick sense of humor.
Lord Thierry was in his office, like always. You'd think the ancient vampire, would take a vacation or something. The man needed a hobby probably more than
Quinn.
The old vampire looked up from his desk, giving him a look that said, "Get on
with it."
"I was thinking I could help Circle Daybreak best by stop wasting my time here, skip tomorrow's party," Ash had his hands in his pockets, using his casual winning smile, As if the idea of leaving before the party just happened to occur to him.
"You want to skip a party?" Skepticism and was that amusement in Thierry's voice?
"That's right, so I can spend more time on gathering the information you need."
Even to him, it sounded out of character. The guy who had spent much of his
youth partying, the partier, wanting to skip one of the best parties of the year, to work. Mare, what have you done to me?
Thierry analyzed him, being around people for most of known history had made him an acute observer of others.
"You don't want to be around all the couples." he stated.
He sympathized. "I understand." And he did, it was hard to be away from the only woman to you, once you had met her. Work was a good distraction; it kept you away from yourself. From thinking too much about what you couldn't change, it passed the time.
Ash fidgeted, thinking of arguing that nothing made him uncomfortable, esp. those idiots fawning over each other.
Thierry scrawled something on a card, and handed it to Ash.
"Give this to Neilson." No time for argument, Ash saw the name of one of
Thierry's private jets,
"Good luck."
"You know, you should take a vacation or something, try Hawaii." Ash suggested, it was as close to a thank you as Ash would ever give, waving lazily as he left.
Thierry let out a deep breath, when the lamia was gone. Feeling Old and tired.
As rash as the Redfern seemed he was very useful, once you got past his facade.
Perhaps he had been right; maybe he did need a vacation.
"Hawaii was as good a place as any, Nielson would stop bugging him about his heath, and there was work to be done there.
******
Ash leaned against the jet window. It's cool surface bringing relief to his hot face. He peered out at the approaching twilight, the light matching that of his eyes.
What if she was annoyed that he had sent her gifts? Or worse sickened. Had he overdone it? No women ever had, but Mary-Lynnette was different. It mattered to him that she liked it. She could hate the roses for all he cared, if she liked him. He had never had to work at this sort of thing. Women had always, and sometimes quite literally fallen into his lap. What was the worth of something so easily gotten? Women had been easy, and therefore not important. I'm worrying about a girl's feelings. Yet again he question who he was. His family would think he was some witch's illusion. He smiled at that. It would be interesting to see everyone's expressions if he ever told them he was part of circle Daybreak, a human lover, almost worth the instant death sentence that it was.
Certainly a lot of them would think it was a joke and laugh and say 'that's a
Good one Ash, YOU a human lover? You should tell my friend that joke."
Why was this true?
A seven-year-old Ash sits stubbornly on his bed. It wasn't fair! His witch friend could leave the enclave whenever she wanted. But him, a REDFERN,
couldn't. Did they think he was a baby, which needed constant protection from
those oh so dangerous humans? The humans that were food? A vampire of the most powerful family? He had cousins who were out in the real world. While he was trapped on this backward hellhole. It wasn't fair!
"If you are a good boy, someday you may be allowed to explore the outside, and make us proud son."
When the elders meant 'good', they didn't mean it the way vermin did. They meant a good Vampire- Ruthless, manipulative, a cold-hearted killer, someone like the enclaves founder, Hunter.
If he wanted out he would have to convince them that that was who he was. He vowed to himself then that he would do whatever it took to get out of here.
Manipulation after all was simply being a good actor. If it meant being mean, even to his sisters, he'd do it, so that at least one of them would make it out.
Trick the Elders. But then he had fed off the praise he had received, like a
Full tick. And if that had changed him, it was only becoming more of the ideal
he had being taught to be.
When he had gotten off the island, he had reviled in his newfound freedom. No one on the island had been able to have REAL parties. He had seen all these happy humans who didn't appreciate being free. But he would show them. He would take his revenge on vermin; prove that he WAS better than them. That his world was the way he'd been told. He would become as well known as Quinn. So he hanged out with the right people to accomplish that, and exploited his new found freedom to the fullest.
James had always been free, and when he had met Poppy, he had been able to read her mind. See how she adored his cousin... not for his looks either. Just for him. Not because of his position or money. He was jealous. James wasn't even a real Redfern and he was free and had this love. He couldn't just let it go.
He had to teach him a lesson, and spread the misery that was deep down, the
loneliness he hid. He hid it well.
Bad Magic happens... If he had really wanted to expose her though, why had he brought her to the only human loving good vampire elder's mansion then?
As far as he knew, he hated humans, and then his sisters had followed him by escaping to the outside world.... and the rest as they say is history.
Night fell, and the stars still shined in the darkness, made more precious because they were rare, standing bright and small against the surrounding night.
