Disclaimer – I do no own any of the characters except for those that aren't recognised in the nightworld books written by the goddess L.J.Smith. But then if you wanted to read a work of fiction you wouldn't have come to this site.
The alleyway was dark. The rain fell in heavy drops and splashed noisily on the concreted ground.
The girl was walking home; she had known it was a bad idea. A bad idea to run away in the middle of the night with nothing but a thin black cardigan to keep her warm.
She looked over her shoulder at a sound behind her, forcing herself that it was a cat.
A black cat, she thought, that is why I cannot see it. She tried to remember happier times in a hasty attempt to wash away the uneasy feeling that ran down her throat.
It didn't work.
She heard it again, the small indescript sound of footsteps behind. She whirled around fully expecting to see someone in the dark; there was no one there.
She heard them again, there was no denying it now, but this time they were on her other side. The side she had been facing just moments ago.
Her breath quickened, her heart jolted noisily inside her chest as she turned yet again, perspiration now running down her face.
She heard laughter now; laughter, which chilled her bones and bounced of the walls around her.
She ran blindly further down the street desperately wishing she had gone the longer way.
The alleyway got darker now, the lights from the crowded, noisy street fading; almost blinking away.
Still the inane laughter rang through her ears.
"Don't think you can get away from me girl," it screamed still laughing, "don't think anything is so easy."
She saw a thin outline of a figure ahead of her and frantically afraid she turned around...
... Only to come face to face with the stranger.
His face was twisted with emotions, his features disfigured from the raw hatred and madness that was painted there.
The last thing the young girl felt was an unbearable pain cursing through her, boiling her blood.
And then seconds after her body hit the floor the puddles around her turned red and there was nothing but that in the darkened alleyway.
A dark figure, which had just moments ago turned away from a darkened alleyway was now in the bright fluorescent light which lit up the otherwise dark street.
It was a busy place, full of laughing people and young couples. It was early evening yet in the winter months the sky was already dark.
There was a cold breeze and the figure anticipated the snow that was to come in the next few days. He hated snow, hated all the happiness it stood for.
He remembered how long ago, snow had stood for a time of hardship. Things were different now; the people here had things handed to them. Winter did not mean little food for them.
Over time winter had changed. But it would always mean the same for him.
Christmas music trickled out of the many shops that closed late for the Christmas rush. It filled his brain, consumed him for a moment with a driving hate and then he pushed it away as quickly as it had come.
In front of him, outside the cinema, he saw a figure. A girl with inner beauty that bounced off her like a radiating aura. He stood transfixed watching, then turned away from the light so she would not see him.
She was with friends, five of them – two girls and three boys; a group of couples he thought as jealousy shot through him. He felt he knew her, and the way she turned her head lovingly to one of the boys made him feel sick in the stomach.
It was only as he followed him in the cinema he recognised who they were.
Daybreakers.
Part of the elite ones at that and stationed at the heart of the organisation itself; Thierry's mansion.
He wondered why he had not seen her before; he had seen all the others, even said hi to them when he passed them in the halls.
But it didn't matter, he had seen her now.
If only he could get closer, see her face.
He felt a smile on his face as he followed them into the theatre. He watched as they sat down, then all cautiousness forgotten picked the seat behind her.
Yet still he had not seen her face.
He didn't care, only drank in her beauty and longed to touch her dark hair and to caress her cheek.
He longed to pull the flimsy male away from her – Ash his name was, if he remembered correctly – to gather her in his arms and pull her to a world where it was just them.
Casually as the film reached its climax he touched her hair, it was silky and as sweet to touch as he had imagined.
She sighed, a sound which filled him with pleasure somewhere deep inside his body. Then his heart filled with the now familiar feeling of jealousy as she buried her face in her lovers shoulder and sighed again in contempment as Ash's arm pulled her close.
Unable to contain himself. He felt his hand moving forward to touch her shoulder.
He sighed in surprise at the pinky haze which engulfed him, at the stars which swam in front of his eyes.
He pulled away shaking and looked at her, the figure which he had for one swift moment shared himself with and watched as she continued watching the film and playing lovingly with her lovers hair.
He didn't care, she was his and although she didn't know it now, she would soon, it would be then when she would see the light.
Throughout the rest of the film he watched her intently, a sick smile spread across his face.
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this and more. I also hope this isn't just your average Mary-Lynnette and Ash fanfic, tell me what you think and if you have any questions feel free to ask me. Good or bad comments are always taken into consideration and I'll try to post the next chapter soon.