Well, well, reviews are sexy. Thank you for the ONE review I got. :) But more would be nice :) Ash is awesomeness, remember that. :D && don't own characters... blah. I wish I was Mary-Lynnette... x
When the ferry docked, Ash was already on shore. He ran as fast as he could. He'd never used this much energy for a girl before, but Mary-Lynnette was worth it. As he ran, he couldn't remove the image of her dark, perfect face from his mind. He almost ran into multiple trees, her irresistible image distracting him effortlessly. The journey was going to take forever at this rate, he thought to himself. He stopped at near by garage, seeing a shinny, red mustang convertible. He adored that car. He couldn't resist and he didn't want to. Ash crept towards the dream of a car, watching as the stuck up rich guy filled up the gas. Okay, he'd wait until the guy has paid, then jump in the car and drive off. The man walked into the gas station, gathering items as he went. When he got to the cashier, Ash jumped into the car, speeding off into the distance. He felt terribly guilty though. She's doing this to me, he thought. He gave in; Mary-Lynnette didn't want a thief as a boyfriend. He parked the car about a mile up the road from the gas station, running towards Brior Creek. He wouldn't get there till sun down because of that.
When he arrived at the boarders of Brior Creek, completely exhausted. Ash was sure he'd never been this tired before. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, whilst he gracefully trudged down the lane that leads to Burdock farm. His body wanted to rest, begged to curl up and sleep in this home away from home. No, this, this was home. He knocked impatiently on the door, not bothering to use the door knob to do so. To his surprise, it wasn't Rowan, Kestrel or even Jade who answered. It was Mark. Mark was in shock. He had to rub his eyes twice before he was convinced he wasn't dreaming. Then he was furious. "You idiot! Where in the hell have you been?! Mare has been going even more insane than usual. She's not even going to graduation. GRADUATION ASH!" Mark had run out of breath, his anger flattered along side it. Jade was timidly peering around him. Trying to keep him from tearing her brother's head off. It was only just barely keeping him still. Mark glared at Ash. "Well are you going to tell me where she is? Or are you planning to yell at me some more?" Ash screeched back. Just then Rowan was in front of them, a restraining hand ushering Mark back into the house. He complied with an unsatisfied huff. "Will you tell me where she is?" Ash asked, desperate now.
Rowan nodded, but her eyes were glum. Ash feared the worst. "Is she alright? Has something happened? Rowan I swear if you don't tell me right now..." He didn't finish. Rowan had clasped her hand over his mouth. "She's on the hill. The one where Hazel Green Creek and Beaver Creek come together, know it?" Ash nodded, he never expected her to be there. He thought it would have only reminded her of the terrible creature she had put to death there. Rowan sighed, obviously she felt the same. Ash hugged his sister, thanking her silently. Rowan froze in his arms, she must be terrified and if not, she must feel extremely awkward. They both blushed. Ash smiled at Kestrel who was trying to calm down Mark, along with Jade. Then ran to the hill. Their hill. It would always be their hill; he just had never seen it that way before.
Ash approached Mary-Lynnette's unmoving body cautiously. He was terrified of being rejected, again. He didn't want to go away again, not for a year, not for a second. He wanted to stay with her forever and for once, he wasn't ashamed of it. He'd changed; he knew it, even if she didn't. Now all he had to do was prove it, but how. He didn't dare disturb her; she had him in a trance. He couldn't remove his eyes from her lips, blushing slightly and smiling in her sleep. She was beautiful. Not one of the vampires, shape shifters or even tasty humans, could surpass her beauty in this very instant. Ash's eyes burned with tears that were begging to escape, he never cried, but Mary-Lynnette always seemed to make him hurt so perfectly that he just had to. It wasn't an unpleasant pain that he felt now, it was like something that had been long gone, that was supposed to be there, had suddenly been put back. He was dizzy with it.
He gently pushed a stray strand of dusk coloured hair out of her eyes, taking the utmost care not to wake her. Mary-Lynnette turned over; she could see Ash's face in front of her. She knew she was only dreaming, but she couldn't stop herself from reaching for him. Caressing his rough palm against her tender skin. It seemed so real, but he'd never come back. She wasn't worth it. She just needed to accept that.
She shoved his hand away, refusing to be tricked into this false sense of security. Ash was hurt; he'd never been so hurt in his life. He'd come back for her and she didn't want him. He wasn't good enough, he didn't deserve her, but he'd never stop loving her. He closed his eyes as the first of many tears drifted from his eyes. Heart braking sobs rocking his body with every breath, he was breaking and only she could stop it, but she didn't care enough to do so, she didn't love him. How could she ever love a monster like me? He thought to himself, as he curled up against her, begging for comfort. "Please Mary-Lynnette, please." he moaned into her hair. "Please don't leave me." He was begging, he was desperate and he couldn't be more alone.
I honestly almost cried when I wrote this. I'm emotional and sad I know. I adore this side of Ash, do you? Or prefer the fatuous, big headed Ash? I think both are awesome. Bless him.