Well no reviews yet, but I have some hits, so thank you. You made my day. This part is when Ash is on the island. :)
Ash looked at the sky, Vega was there. That star had kept him sane this year. It was the only comfort he had, the only thing that could possibly have any resemblance to the beauty Mary-Lynnette possessed. James had been right, this did hurt. Damn you to hell, Ash thought. Meaning it with every fiber of his being. He'd go see his father and he'd leave, but what was he going to tell him. He had to think, Dad I'm going to go learn to hunt - Nope he knows I can hunt, Dad I'm sick of this place - Maybe. Dad, i'm going to check on the girls. Yeah, that would do the trick, he thought. He'd tell him he's checking on Rowan and the others. He just hoped he'd convince him.
Ash walked slowly to his Dad's chamber. He knocked the door timidly. There were very few people that intimidated Ash, but his father was one of them. 'Come in son' Ash's father said. His voice dull and deep. Ash pushed the door open and crept inside. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be anywhere near him. Over the years Ash had become very good at shielding his thoughts from anyone other than extremely talented telepaths, as far as he knew; only Poppy and Quinn could breach it.
That paid off every time he was with his father. Ash hated him, hated him for what he'd brought Ash up to believe. What he'd let Ash do, what he'd made Ash do. His father was a monster that not even Dracula could compare to. His eyes were unlike Ash's; they were a deep burnt red, the colour of dry blood. They made Ash cringe inside. His father's long, straight hair came down to his shoulders, draping over his dark grey cloak. It was the colour of cob webs, and probably had the same texture too. Ash had never dared to try and find out. Their father had never been big on contact. When Ash was a child, just a little boy, before Jade was even born. His mother would hold him, stroke his hair and tell him she loved him. He knew she'd have given her life for him, for any of them, in the end she had done. Ash's eyes burned from the tears threatening to flow at even the thought of his mother. He missed her almost as much as he missed Mary-Lynnette.
'What have you come to tell me?' Ash's Dad asked, pulling Ash away from his thoughts. 'Oh, I came to tell you i'm going to check on the girls.' Ash told him, he hoped his Dad didn't notice he was lying through his teeth. 'The girls would be home if it wasn't for you.' he said menacingly. Ash gulped, 'I thought it for the best father, I wont be gone long, a month at most. Just to make sure there's no trouble.' His father glared at him. His eyes turning a brighter shade of red, with just a silver hint to them. 'Two weeks, I want you home for the second Friday of the month.' Ash nodded, he'd take what ever time he could get, he'd been away from Mary-Lynnette far too long. 'Go.' his father demanded and he did.
Ash left, not noticing the slight movement behind the curtain, which surrounded his fathers traditional black slate and gold coffin. Quinn went to his master's side. 'What do you want me to do wise one?' he asked. Slightly excited at the idea of pleasing the oldest remaining Redfern. 'Follow him.' Quinn nodded and silently glided from the room. He shielded his thoughts he tracked Ash to the shore. Holding his breath so Ash wouldn't hear him. Ash was up to something, Quinn could sense it.
Ash was ecstatic, he was going to see Mary-Lynnette and this time, they'd have time to be together. There would be no more killings, just had he'd promised and while he was there, he'd prove he'd changed. Although he'd had to slay dragons to do so. Ash thought he'd over come his past, but it wasn't going to be easy to get Mary-Lynnette to believe that. By tomorrow morning, he'd be home. His real home, with Mary-Lynnette.
Quinn froze; Ash was getting on a ferry to the mainland. Quinn followed. Taking care not to be seen by anyone, especially Ash. He kept a hold on Ash's thoughts while he was aboard the boat. Although he couldn't understand much. Ash must be guarding his thoughts still, he thought. He could understand parts thought and he didn't like what he was hearing one bit. Mary-Lynnette, home and something about dragons. Quinn was confused, but he could feel the feelings behind the girl's name. He prayed he wouldn't have to hand Ash in to the elders, but he knew in that instant, that he would.
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