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The Seven Deadly Sins	By : gypsybaby21 Category: M through R > Night World Series Views: 4195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note:This chapter contains direct quotes from Secret Vampire and Daughters of Darkness. They'll be flashbacks. Also, this chapter is mostly meaningless ramble—for the most part anyway.
Chapter One: Pride
"You brought me here."
"Yes."
"To hand me over."
He smiled.
"But why?"
"You're a human!"
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James gathered Poppy in his arms again, but he paused and looked back at Ash.
"You know, you've never really cared about anyone," he said. "But someday you will, and it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt—a lot."
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Ash jerked awake, his eyes instantly adjusting to the yellow, dimmed streetlights shining through his apartment window. Clenching his teeth he settled back down, staring up at the ceiling, counting the rough spots where pieces of lint, or jagged edges in the wall had been shrugged off and painted over.
He'd been dreaming in loops again. Those same two dreams over and over. During a dream cycle it was normal to have about ten different dreams in one night. Usually when the average ver—human would wake up, they'd remember it as one full complete dream, not like the commercials that dreams were. Of course Ash was different; he was Lamia, born vampire, born dead.
"You know, you've never really cared about anyone," he said. "But someday you will, and it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt—a lot."
Those words haunted him. He tried ignoring them in the beginning, even after meeting Mare, especially after leaving her, but he knew, he knew.
Ash had said that James wasn't a prophet—made jokes about it afterwards to his friends, but the fact that his cousin had been right just infuriated him. The two had never been close to each other, but they had talked once in a while, and at one point, though Ash hated admitting it, he'd respected James. It was a respect that had faded over the years, especially after Poppy, but after James found out about Mary-Lynnette, Ash had refused to talk to him. Ash's respect for James ignited once more.
He couldn't even say her name without feeling pain. All he wanted was to have just one taste of her, soft, pouty lips. Just one glimpse of her beautiful face cupped by her dark locks of layered hair and it would ease his sharp pains. It was a wish he'd been longing for.
"Oh Mare," Ash breathed, his voice husky with need. He struggled under his white cotton sheets, his legs scissoring out, agitated because he just couldn't seem to get comfortable.
It had only taken two weeks after he left Briars Creek to inform Hunter and take care of Quinn's suspicions. Two weeks and two days later he had started back his normal way of living. It was as if as soon as he went back onto the enclave, his entire perspective on soulmates and humans of the sort had changed, as if Mary-Lynnette had been of figment of his imagination.
As if her face couldn't make his heart bleed…he smothered a laugh into his limp pillow.
One night after a hard drinking game involving a striptease, Ash had escorted a beautiful black haired, blue doe eyed girl to his personalized mansion (anyone else-sailors specifically-would have seen it as basic flat from the outside) with all the kinky, dirty, and raunchy intentions one could muster up, including a vial of virgins blood (which was most definitely the hardest to come by, but yet the sweetest of bloods) and yards of black velvet rope.
It wasn't the fact that he had, just as he was about to receive oral sex, noticed that her body type and profile resembled Mary-Lynnette so well, or the fact that he had purposely chosen her for her hair and eyes. No, that was definitely not the reason, because he hadn't noticed the girls' resemblance to his soulmate until way after. It was the tiny, wallet size picture, which he'd secretly taken of her when he had been investigating, in his shirt pocket. During the mass destruction of ripping of clothing, it had, rather innocently actually, slipped out onto his pine green silk sheets.
Time had stood still in that moment. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him and then he was lost in her picture. Later he'd wondered how the picture had even gotten there…but that was beside to point.
Just as the girl had been about to take him into her mouth, he had roughly forced her head up, so hard in fact that had been human her neck would have snapped. He had only spoken three words to her, his eyes flashing from one color to another, his fangs putting dent marks in the bottom of his lip.
"Get fucking out!"
Honestly he hadn't meant to be so cross with her. She listened of course, looking a bit like a frightened deer that had realized if she let herself get caught in the headlights she woulddie. It was at that moment that he hated James the most.
Little fucker had been right. Ash growled, his fist tightening in the cover of his pillow. He may respect James, but it didn't mean he'd have to like him.
During a Daybreak meeting were he'd met Hannah Snow, a sixteen, almost seventeen year old girl—an old soul and soulmate to Thierry, Lord of the Night World, Descourdes, told him Mary-Lynnette was waiting, would wait, he had slipped up and referred to all of them, including himself as 'us' and of course James noticed the slip up. It pained Ash even more realizing that James knew why he was there and that he was in pain.
Finding his soulmate had hurt from the very first time Mary-Lynnette had kicked him.
After that night with the nameless girl, Ash had quote on quote "cashed" in his flat to Hunter, telling him he was getting bored and wanted to actually hunt where the prey didn't know what was coming to them. Hunter, of course, patted him on the shoulder and grinned widely.
There was actually a time when Ash had looked up to Hunter Redfern, but when he'd grinned and told Ash that he was proud of him, it was the most disgusting thing Ash had ever witnessed.
He had seen many of Hunter's conquests; some he'd actually taken part in, now all he could think of was Mare's hair dripping with blood, tangled in Hunter's fingers as he sucked the last bit of blood from her bottom lip. That had been the fate of one blonde female that swayed her hips a little too much in the wrong direction one night when they'd gone to a pub outside the island, a female that had winked suggestively, all too willing for two handsome men to take her.
Mary-Lynnette hadn't been his type, but now she was his only type. After he'd moved into his new slightly dingy apartment, she was all he could think about. From that first time in that lumpy bed to this day—three hundred and sixty days ago he had dreamed of nothing but her, but for these last four days for someone reason they kept on going to that time he'd kidnapped Poppy under the pretense of releasing her to The Council.
Personally (even though he'd gone beyond the point of being able to handle it) he'd rather go back to the painful, yet erotic dreams of Mare, with her beautiful body spread out before him, giving herself completely to him. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd jacked off in a day, every day. Gods he wanted her and he knew that only a little bit of it was because he'd been celibate for almost a year.
Tomorrow he would see her, knowing that his unclean thoughts and dreams might force him to lower his gaze. Ash had questioned himself almost a thousand times, telling him that Mary-Lynnette was better than the common 'wet dream'. He knew once he got on that plane all he would want was her, in bed, out of bed, everywhere—but he was trying desperately not to 'expect' that.
Tomorrow he would see her and they could finally be together…finally. Ash once again asked himself the question he'd been asking for the past month, 'was it going to be enough-did he change enough to be worthy of this girl?'
To Be Continued…
Why did I decide to make this Pride?
Ash had been too proud to admit he'd fallen for a human and that James had been right from the very beginning.
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