"Enough is enough." Mary Lynette put her hands on her hips as she faced Ash, who was lounging on a day bed in his room. He raised his eyebrows, asking, "Whatever do you mean?" She scowled at his innocent tone, and said, "You've been lounging around for days, Ash Redfern. Get up, let's go do something."
"Nah," he said, leaning his head back down again, "I'm comfortable here."
"Yeah? Well I'm not." She reached down, and plucked the pillow out from behind his head. He wrinkled his nose, and said, "Since when do you care if I sit here all day or not?"
"I care if I get to see you or not!" She burst out, days of frustration coming to its peak, "When was the last time we did anything together? I thought you were going to train me to fight."
"Mare, your more of a runner then a fighter, I think." He said this offhandedly, and missed the spark of anger that ignited in Mary Lynettes eyes. She folded her arms, raising one eyebrow, "Oh, really?"
"I know you want to help, but you have to consider a vampires strength and nature against yours.." he started. She cut him off when she brought the pillow down onto his head, hard. When he shoved it away from him, his glare could melt ice. She met it without a second thought - they'd been soul mates for long enough that she knew he wouldn't really hurt her. But she'd be damned if she was going to let him waste another day reading bad novels and drinking bagged blood in his room. She cast her eyes around, wondering how to entice him out. Her eyes landed on his blood supply. They had a days worth delivered to their rooms every day, the vampires did. Ash's hadn't even been touched yet.
"Starving yourself?" She asked wryly, an idea formulating in her head. He shrugged, "Trying to knock off a few pounds." She snorted, but walked over, eyeing a steel knife he used to open the bags up. She grabbed it, keeping her back turned to him as she asked, "So, your fairly hungry, then?"
"I hadn't gotten around to it. But now that you mention it, I wouldn't be against you tossing one of those over here," he commented. She smiled to herself, wondering what he would think if he could see what she was planning. She lifted the knife, and took a second to ponder over the best place to do this. She knew he wasn't looking at her - she could see his reflection in the mirror. So, she lifted the knife, taking a deep breath before she pierced the soft flesh of her forearm, drawing a long, shallow line in the skin down to her wrist. She winced, but finished her line, the sudden quiet in the room giving away Ash's realization of what she did.
"Mare, what-" he started, in a strained voice, but she turned, and instead of meeting her eyes, he stared at her dripping arm in shock. And hunger, if those fangs were any indication.
"Sorry, I was trying to open you a bag and I slipped. I'll just go take care of this." She didn't look back as she passed, leaving his room and closing the door with a click. She'd snuck a glance at him as she left - he hadn't moved an inch since she sliced herself. Quickly, she took off, almost running down the elegant hallway. She rushed down the stairs, and as she reached the bottom, she heard a faint slam from behind her, as if someone had pushed open a door so hard it hit the wall beside it. She laughed - perfect.
She raced out the doors, thankful she didn't see anyone. Thierry's mansion held a great big forest, so big she had yet to see the other side of it. Without a second though, she raced over, knowing she had to hide somewhere or the chase would be over sooner then she wanted. A sudden idea hit her, and she grabbed a large leaf from a very visible fern, and rubbed her blood into the green foliage. The contrast was very visible, and she knew he'd know where she went.
As she ran into the forest, she looked around, desperately searching for a good hiding place. She jumped over large roots, ducking around trees that had grown very close together over the years. She heard a crash behind her, and was fairly sure Ash had just pushed his way through the fallen tree trunks, rather then go over like her. Shit. She was running out of time.
Quickly, she ducked behind a large tree, trying to control her breathing as she pressed her back into the harsh bark. She listened hard, but the woods had gone silent around her. Very silent. Not even a bird was chirping anymore. That would mean there was a predator near. She dared to inch around, to peek back and see what was going on. Her heart was racing like madness - she could feel it thumping in her chest, a mixture of being tired from running, and excited at the prospect of being caught. And, she had to admit, a little afraid. She'd never seen much of Ash's vampire side before. He'd been very studious at protecting her from it.
She frowned when she couldn't see anything behind her, and she went to lean back into her spot, but as she turned, two arms grabbed her waist, yanking her backwards with such force the air left her chest. She gasped, and the growl she heard made her let out a little scream. A face pressed into her hair, inhaling deeply, and the sound of Ash's voice being hindered by fangs said, "You planned this, you little temptress."
"Whatever do you mean?" She asked innocently, mocking him from earlier. He growled again, spinning her to look at him. She gasped. His eyes were black, cheeks flushed. His fangs stuck out, gleaming white and almost beautiful. He hissed, "What are you thinking? I could hurt you like this. I could-" She cut him off, leaning up and slowly licking his left fang. His eyes were almost closed, and he was breathing hard, as if trying to control himself. She glanced down at her arm, and opened her eyes innocently, saying, "I accidently cut myself, Ash. What shall I do?" In response, he shoved her backwards into the tree again. She laughed once more, catching him off guard.
"I think your enjoying this," he accused, and she gave him what she hoped was a sexy grin, "Oh, I am." She hesitated, then bit her lip, hard enough to pierce her own skin with her very dull teeth. Before he could protest, she pulled him closer, kissing him hard. His tongue swiped along her lip, drinking the drops of blood that were slowly pouring from her lip. Pulling back, he smiled, despite the fangs, and said, "Well, this is one way of getting me out of the house. Now, what can we do about that arm of yours..." He trailed off, and as he licked the long slice from her wrist to her arm, she shuddered, and hoped that next time she made it further into the woods before he caught her.