P. S I am very uncomfortable with writing smut I could hardly stomach it when writing it in the other story so time skip cya!

I wake to the smell of bacon and eggs, Ash was up. I take a quick shower and through on one of Ashes shirts that hung from the sides of my shoulders to my middle thighs. I yawn as I walk in the kitchen, the smell of food hitting me in the face."Good thing I was craving something salty then," I giggle as I slump on a wooden chair,"oh god...." I bolt to the bathroom just managing to throw up my guts again in the toilet. Ash knelt down beside rubbing my back and holding back my hair."This being is going to kill me..." I groan, washing my mouth with water. There was a sudden knock on the door, me and Ash stare at eachother confused. Ash goes to open the door, I feel my heart drop as I see a green haired man with baby blue eyes scaning every inch of his surroundings until his eyes land on me. I swallow a lump in my throat,"h-hi s-sea-N.." my voice cracked as Ash stood next to me,"thank god midnight! I thought something bad happened to yo- what's wrong?" I had to tell him, I to."I-I've i-imp-rinted o-on A-Ash..." I look to the side, he knew what that meant, I bite my lower lip as he starts cursing at Ash. A thud hits the floor, followed by a groan. I shoot my head around to see Ash on the floor, coughing as Jack stood in a position that looked like he just punched someone. I gasp as I kneel down beside the gagging boy before he finaly slips from conciousness."Get out..." I whispered, wiping tears with my sleeve,"what?" Jack asks, I grit my teeth as my fangs grew and my ears more elf like,"I said... GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. Jack leaves instantly, knowing better then to anger me more.

He didn't even like he fact I imprinted, never mind who I imprinted on. I look at Ashes face, his cheek was swollen and turning purple. How could Sean do this? Normally he was a kind, goofy, sensitive person but now, he just punched someone in the face, I sigh as I look down at my stomach. I smile to myself, I was always scared of imprinting, knowing that this little being would form inside of me but now I was kinda glad I did."I will never let you get hurt..." I whisper. I remember that I couldn't go to a hospital, they knew my identity and what I was. There was only one place I could go. Hosptial for fantasies creatures.