Short? Yes. Good? I think so. Battle scene? Duh. Cliff hanger? Of course!

Ash gasped an immediately sat up from being treated by Thea, staring amongst the hundreds of people to where Hunters voice sounded.

"To kill me, you'll have to kill her." He continued nonchalantly, and Ash could almost see the smug smirk on his despicable face. "And I know most of you wouldn't want that now would you?"

Ash couldn't stand this, with a sigh of slight discomfort he stood, against Thea's hands pushing him down, and stormed to the front of the crowd.

"You," Ash snarled, looking more like a vampire then he had ever had in his life. "Are a sick excuse for a vampire, you are the scum of the night world and I along with every other lamia in this room are ashamed to have come from you." He stood his ground directly in front of him, "Now, I want you to let go of your hold on my soul mate or I will rip your head off."

Hunter's smile didn't even change the tiniest bit. "Oh Ash," He sighed placing a hard hand on Ash's shoulder. "We don't always get what we want do we?" He turned to the window and whistled softly, a single beat of silence sat through the room, then the glass windows exploded and an army of Night Worlders stood behind Hunter. Wolves, vampires, a witch or warlock here and there and animals of all kinds, mountain lions, hawks, bears and, tigers leaned in, mouths pulled back in vicious growls and snarls waiting for the attack.

"Do you still want to make us do this the hard way?" The vampire asked.

Ash threw a punch into his face, sending him backwards into his own army with shock and surprise, while all hell broke loose around him.

. . .

The fight underground was nothing to compare to the fight that was occurring at this moment. Fists were thrown by humans fighting feeble against creatures, some armed with swords they had found around the house as they ran for cover. Witches' hands were flurries of sparks and movements as they took down opponents, their orange in contrast with the wild power's blue as their fire burned their enemies. Animals tore at each other's throats and some, a dark panther took down vampire after vampire, tearing at their necks and ending them when Rashel would stick a wooden stake into their chest. She wouldn't be seen in the same place twice, fighting hand to hand or tossing her wood threw the air like arrows. Other humans with no idea how to fight, and Night Worlders at that were evacuated to the upstairs, to wait patiently to see if their loved ones would survive.

Mary-Lynnette was a blur of action as she jumped from friend to friend, hurting them in horrible ways, she pulled Galen's tail hard to cut off with a knife, and would have succeeded if Nissa had tackled her and held her down, only to be kicked in the chest and soar far away into the very wooden wall.

She was an even better fighter then before, kicking in the correct places for the most pain and twisting limps to the point where they snapped. She twisted and ducked every blow, a second before it would have crippled her, enabling her movement and ceasing her rampage. Finally, someone grabbed her from behind, gripping her arms tightly and pulling them behind her, tying them and her legs tightly so she was unable to fight. Still she thrashed mercilessly and tried to injure the person that had rendered her helpless.

"Calm down." Ash whispered placing her into a corner. "Please Mary-Lynnette, you need to remember me, remember who the people you're hurting are."

Mary-Lynnette continued to thrash and fight, trying to break free of the ropes that bind her. "I don't need to, you're the enemy, you all are and soon none of you will be alive."

"Don't say that." Ash pleaded leaning down to her eyes level. "Please, you need to remember who you are, you're not some weapon."

Please, please, please. Ash thought desperately. You know this isn't you.

"You don't know me." Mary-Lynnette screamed, completely ignoring his telepathic pleas. "And you can't tell me what I can and cannot do; only Hunter can."

Ash flinched at the sound of Hunter's name in his soul mates mouth, it wasn't the scared and hatred the name got when his soul mate said that name. This girl, who said his name, filled it with respect and hope. It disgusted Ash.

"Now, let. Me. Go." Mary-Lynnette screeched, pushing her back against the wall and kicking ash in the face with her bounded feet. Both fell to the ground with a clunk but Mary-Lynnette had her hands free and a pair of glass in one, slightly bloodied from gripping it to hard. She cut her legs free and stood, kicking Ash in the stomach and then the jaw. Each blow was only a sting to the way his heart crumbled at the sight before him.

"I know who you are Ash, She whispered darkly. "And I am not the Mary-Lynnette you love, that girl is gone, because she was weak and stupid. Why she would ever love someone as pathetic and feeble as you is beyond me and I can't believe she was stupid enough to do it once. But don't worry." She leaned down and patted his cheek softly, his cheek growing icy and cold at her touch. "She's never going to make that mistake again."

She disappeared and Ash plummeted into a darkness of the likes he had never seen before, it was scary and horrifying and he could find no way out of it. But that didn't matter to him now, what mattered to him now and what consumed his entire mind.

That he had lost his soul mate, his love, his other half, his Mary-Lynnette, forever.

. . .

As Hunter pushed off another, puny Daybreaker from his being, he stared off into the warzone before him. People, some his some there scattered the ground, blood rushed through his nose quickly, tempting him for the smallest of tastes. But he wouldn't partake in any blood spilled from his or theirs, because it was the blood of the weak. He watched with a smile as Cassandra, road one of the tigers proudly, waving a small dagger she had found like a battle maiden, her red hair whipping through the air as the Tiger leaped. Everything was going just as planned and soon, he would leave with his two girls into the night, where no one would be able to find them.

Something whizzed through the air behind him, making him turn a second to late as his pain shot up his arm. A small wooden arrow had pierced his skin, dark blood starting to swell in his wound. He whipped his head around, glaring at the advisory who had thrown the spear to his back. But his eyes rested upon the gleaming topaz ones, of his own daughter.

Cliff hanger! It's time for some family revelations and next we learn why Lily is such a naughty little girl these past few days. Excited? You should be. As always Review, they makes me smile always.