"Fray! Amelia would like you downstairs for breakfest seeing how you do not join us for supper." it had been a long morning and I ruffled my red-purple hair. It wasn't a normal color. I hadn't seen any other Shadowhunters with the same color so I was unique. Hearing a bit of footsteps in the room, I knocked on his door again. "Garret, chap, why do you insist I go down for breakfest. You know Amelia does not care." I kicked the door. He knew me well.
"I am serious, Francis. She wants you downstairs." "You do know your a simply dreadful liar, Garret, don't you?" hearing a grumble of distaste and a last kick of the door I smiled, going back to reading my book.
"Good morning, Garret! Your not usually up to have breakfest with me. It makes a terrible impression to me, do you know?" he grumbled something that I could not catch and I smiled. "There are some biscuts and eggs. I was wondering if there was a chance Francis would come down and eat seeing how he doesn't whenever a meal comes along."
"I am so sorry you feel that way, Amelia." snatching up a biscut and sitting on a chair near her I put my feet up onto the table. She glared at me and opened her mouth, "That's also very rude," she scolded, though she wasn't much older than I was. "Put your feet down this instant!"
I watched him slowly put his feet down and blinked, shaking my head. "Disgrace." I muttered, turning around and tugging on my dress to help bring me forward to the food preperation area. "Eat your biscuts."
I ran through the dining room, paying no attention to Amelia or Garret. I hardly made a noise as I disappeared into another room. I had lost my stele and could not find it anywhere.
I watched in interest as Kadri raced through the room. Twirling my biscuit in my hands, I shook my head. Had to investigate, right? Standing and munching, I walked with my long stride towards where Kadri fled, my cat-likeness making me quiet.
"Oh, Ms. Amelia will have my head if I don't find it..." I muttered to myself, my English accent thick as I opened and closed drawers.
I walked up the hallway, finished my food as I leaned on a doorframe, the light from the dim witchlight and the outside world. "What do we have here? A lost stele?" I pulled it out of my pocket and twiddled with it.
"Garret! Give it back!" I said after jumping in fright, having not known he was there. I adjusted my skirts and took a breath, glaring.
"Aw, do I have to? I would quite enjoy telling Ms. Amelia where I found your stele." Smiling brightly I took a step back from the frame as if to walk off.
My brown eyes widened and I shook my head wildly, the light curls flying into my face. "No! Please Garret do not tell Ms. Amelia! She'll put me to death! I'll do anything!"
My eyes sparkled, and I laughed but it didn't reach my eyes. I threw it towards her hands. "Jeez Ms. I wouldn't five you in to Ms. Amelia. She would suspect me."
I fumbled and just barely was able to get a grip on the stele. "Where did you find it, anyhow? I've lost it so many times and it's always a different place..."
"Right outside your room. I snatched it before you came out. Gave you a little chase, did I not?" with a small smile I started down the hallway. Maybe Franci would be up?
I scoffed in disgust. "You nincompoop (xD I must say that.)." I fallowed him, speeding up a little as we passed the maid's room. She had spent awhile fussing over me and I had jus ruined almost all of that.
"I must say what a flattering compliment." I shot back, entering the dinin area. No sign of Francis. I swear, was he trying to starve himself? No...he looked healthy everytime I saw him.
I shook my head and brushed my hair out of my eyes, siting down at the table and snagging a biscut. "Morning Ms. Amelia." I said with a nod.
"Good morning, Kadri!" I smiled, watching Garret warily at his dark smile. "Have you seen Robert this fine morning?" he was usually hidden like Francis, but there was a chance.
"No, miss. Knowing him, he's probably cooped up in his room with his books." I replied, glancing at Garret then scooping some eggs onto my plate.
"Ah. I see." drumming my fingers on the long dining room table I looked around, "We will get them out of their rooms today." I declared.
"How do you plan on doing that, exactly?" I held a book in my hand and pushed my glasses up my nose, clucking my tongue as I walked in.
"Ooh! If I may answer! By dragging you in the sunlight and watch you kick and scream like vampires!"
I shot a glare at Garret as Kadri giggled. I closed the book and sat down. "I want to see you try."
"I bet he could." I said, walking into the dining room and sitting in a chair. Amelia made a small noise of surprise.
"Well, today is quite the revolutionary day." I muttered, chewing on some biscuit, my eyes flicking from Garret to Robot to Francis to Amelia.
I stuck my tongue out childishly towards Robert and grinned. "So what brings you downstairs, Francis?" "Oh, just the curiousity of what was for breakfest." "No, seriously." I said and he shrugged.
I ate a couple biscuits and sat back. "I heard news recently that there might a breakout of Greater Demons near here."
"Sounds interesting." I said, leaning back in the chair and studying Kadri. She had lost her stele and Garret had found it and there was a whole incident. I glanced at Garret for approval and he smiled. We knew eachother so well, being distant cousins and all.
"I didn't really hear much but it sounds nasty. Some immature warlock trying to call on demons and botching it." I scoffed.
"Such an immature being." I said, standing up and refusing to eat a biscut. "Well, best be going or else I'll be late." "For what?" Garret asked. "If you fallow me, you'll find out. But you best not do that. I can kill you in an instant." Garret frowned. He knew I meant that.
"What could be so important that you just threatened to kill Garret if he follows you which he'll inevitably do anyway?" I ask curiously, cocking my head.
"Important, nay." I shook my head. "Garret know's where I'm going anyway, he just hasn't thought of it." walking towards the door at the dining room I took my hat and wastecoat.
"If you say so. Be careful. You never know how close those Greater Demons could be." I replied with a nod, hopping up and touching my pockets. "Bloody hell, where did it go now?!"
"Really should take more care of your stele, Kadri." I said, throwing it at her just as Garret had done and walking out of the house, the huge doors closing.
I caught it, then dropped it, then picked it up. "I'm gonna need a holster cause it keeps falling out of the band of this dress." I muttered, smoothing the skirts down in annoyance.
I walked down the steps, happy to be alive and looked around. I would take a stroll, not a carriage I decided. Carriages didn't help finding Greater Demons.
I walked along, looking up at the gray sky as it started to drizzle. It was always gray and rainy here in London. I flipped my pin-straight black hair over my shoulder and walked along, my boots clicking on the sidewalk and my dress softly shuffling.
Running a hand through my own black hair my shoes clicked on the sidewalk as I watched the busy day begin. Carriages clacked and hoarses nayed and everything was somewhat peaceful.
I glanced up and saw a boy, Shadowhunter and glanced down again. He seemed to have the same attitude about him as the stupid young warlock that had granted me access to this reality. I couldn't help a chuckle to myself as I adjusted my cloak around my shoulders.
"Something funn, ma'am?" I asked, obviously she could see me. Did I use glamour today? I must've...
"Oh pardon me, sir. Just recalling an earlier event." I replied with a small smile. "May I ask your name?"
"Sure," I said, glancing her over. Warlock cursed her, maybe? She could have been the Greater Demon...or just a Mundane with the sight. "Francis Ledondale at your service."
"Pleasure meeting you Mr. Ledondale. I'm Maeve Silster." I replied with a small and slight curtsy.
"Pleasure meeting you as well, Ms. Silster. If you don't mind my asking, but how have you required the sight? There haven't been many mundanes I've seen." I watched her eyes for any show of lie of what she was.
I was of course a Demon and I had a hand at lying. In fact, my whole being was a lie. "I'm a Shadowhunter. I hail from Whales." I replied. "I assume you are as well?"
Who knew it would be this easy to find the Greater Demon? I was, by far, the best one to catch liars that the Clave has ever seen. Or so I've been told by Amelia, it may have been a lie. "Shadowhunter, hm? You look a little slight and without the build of a Shadowhunter, but I will take your word for it, Ms.Silster." I smiled.
I clucked my tongue. "Everyone says that. Honestly, if you have the willpower, you can do anything." I said with a matter-of-fact tone.
"I deem you correct. So, I would assume you were coming to find the London Institute? I can show you the way." something was off about her.
"Yes you're right actually. I have no where else to go." I was playing small innocent girl for now. I was good at that.
I smiled, "Well half-mundane, half-demon. I will take you to the Institute, I'm quite intruiged, really." waving I started towards the Institute, "I would have killed you if I wasn't. Come along now." I called over my shoulder.
I scoffed. "What are you talking about, sir? Half demon? Half mundane? I thought I made it clear I was a Shadowhunter." My voice still flowed at the same pace and didn't crack. I didn't show any pressure I was under.
"Ms. Silster, one thing you will learn about me quickly is I am one to find a lie. I look for them every day, every hour, every minute, every second. It's how I get the truth instead of asking or waiting until it's too late. It's rare when I'm dooped."
I scowled then thought a moment. "Why wouldn't you kill me then while you had the chance? Any Shadowhunter with half a mind would do just that."
"I'm not like other Shadowhunters, as you will soon find out. They'll think I'm crazy, but I cannot harm someone that is half-mundane without a valid reason. It's against the Accords, don't you know? You haven't done anything wrong to me." I resided, going towards the large building of the Institute.
"Yet I am half demon. I know every last bit on how the Clave operates. Demon overpowers mundane." I replied. I did have a shred of self respect and when I was thwarted I wanted it to be over at that.
"Tsk, it is sad your looking for a fight. I do not truly understand your thinking. None the less, Mundane, I still do not care."
"I do not take kindly to being called a mundane." I said coldly, stopping hastily in my tracks and glaring.
"That's too bad, Mundane." I shrugged, walking up the steps and opening the door. "You'll catch a cold out there, don't you know? But I assume now that I know of your presence you would not like to come in."
I spun around and walked off. There was no way I was going in there. 'Come on May-may, you know you want to.' That stupid weird voice in my head. "SHUT UP!" I yelled, clenching my teeth as a migraine started. I had never understood this and I wasn't starting now.
I smiled after her. She certainly had her problems, I could tell. Was she a bit psychotic or something else? "I hope we meet again!" I called after her. I winked and didn't pay attention to see if she turned around to see it. I closed the door and the glamour worked.
I glared after him. 'Come on, Maeve. It's a great opportunity. Get to know them, their weaknesses. Take them down. Learn your full abilities.' "I don't want to. Just stop." I whispered. 'Go. Into. The. Institute.' I just barely kept from crying out as another spark of pain slashed through my head. I had fallen to my knees inadvertently and my dress was ruined. I scoffed and stood up, gingerly taking a few steps towards the Institute.
I counted to three and there she was on the steps as I opened the door. "Ameeeelia!" I called for the head of the Institute. Garret was going to murder me because he wasn't there. I surpressed a laugh.
I glared at him. I didn't like this guy. If it weren't for that stupid voice I wouldn't be in this mess. I'd still be somewhere in the demonic world where I pretty much belonged.
With Garret at my heels, which was quite annoying, I raised my eyebrows at the voice. "Oh don't glare at me. I'll soon be your new best friend. Wait till you meet Garret!" I reared around the corner and crossed my arms, a bit shocked. "Francis!" Garret growled, angrily. "Hey, you didn't fallow me!"
I couldn't find my other shoe but I had my stele at least. I ran over, tripping on the carpet and running right into Garret. I scrambled to regain my composure. "Sorry." The girl in the doorway shook her head and looked at Amelia. "I just need a place to stay."
I closed the door right as a knock echoed into the room. We all perked our ears and I looked at Amelia. "I found her quite interesting. Half Mundane, Half Greater Demon. I'll explain more later." Garret sucked in his breath, angry. Amelia looked angry as well, but there was more distress on her face. "Dear god, today?" she mumbled and I raised an eyebrow as Garret did as well. "Today?" we both asked as she went to open the door.
I couldn't pick up obvious hints so I looked from Garret to Amelia and back again. "What are we talking about?" The black haired girl walked little ways away and leaned against the wall, not meeting anyone's gaze.
Garret shuffled a bit closer to the Greater Demon girl as I shook my head. I heard Francis mutter something that started with an M. "Enclanve!" I greeted the large group of people, my eyes wild with distress, anxiety, and anger. "I was not expecting you," I gulped, "Today." I didn't look to my left at the high-postured, dissaproving looking man whom I should be marrying.
I glared at the boy and took a small step away. I didn't want to listen to the damn voice. I might as well make a run for it now. Who knows what kind of questions the Enclave would be asking?
"Ms. Amelia, looking dashing as ever. You must've known the planning day was coming soon." she looked at me with hatred.
"Greetings Ms. Chamelle!" I said with a childish grin, waving hastily then stopping. That was stupid.
"Good morning, Ms. Livingston. Looking just as dashing as Ms. Amelia." with a slight nod, I tilted me head back to the Institute head. "Ms. Fashton I would advice you to let us in. It is quite rude, standing here with an open door and the morning cold." she just nodded.
I hated the Conclave. I mean, all Demons did. But I hated them seriously bad. They were so pompous and controlling. It was quite annoying.
I smiled as Ms. Amelia went to close the door. Soon to be Mrs. Silvester Sentairs. I leaned against one of the huge beams and put my hand in my pocket, studying the scene until my eyes narrowed at a girl. Wait..... I sprung up straight, ears perked, "Ms. Fashton WHAT is a DEMON doing in the Institute?"
"I'm NOT a DEMON!" I snapped, my tone sharp as I stamped my foot. "Are you all crazy?!"
"Aw goodness, just give it up." I said as Francis said, "She's a mundane too!" I flicked my eyes to him and he shrugged. Silvester and the Conclave looked...a bit disturbed and a tad interested. At least Chamelle did.
"Don't call me a MUNDANE!!" I shouted at him, pointing an accusing finger at Francis. Without my conscious consent, a dark bolt shot from the tip of my finger and hit Francis. I sucked in my breath, snapping my hand to my side, totally stunned.
It stunned me to a point that my normal reflexes barely kicked in. In the transition to the left I got hit slightly on my shoulder amd slammed against the beam with a oof. Ms. Amelia gasped and through the pain I smiled, "Good hit, mundane."
I stuttered and backed up a bit as everyone looked at me, hardly gathering what Francis had said. "I-I'm sorry." I hated the fact that I had powers I couldn't control. I was so in trouble with the Conclave right now. I wanted to disappear. In fact, after a blink, I felt a draft and found myself in the demonic world. "What the hell!?"
I was bristling with fury, "THIS is why we could not leave you in charge by yourself, Ms. Fashton! Surely keeping a Demonic Power in your Institute has crossed your mind as a bad idea," Amelia opened her mouth but I glared and cut her off, "What a disgrace to Shadowhunters! We will sign the papers today and..and--and." I was sputtering, "We will get him in charge as soon as possible, I will assure that."
"No! Please Ms. Chamelle, you can't get rid of Ms. Amelia! She didn't know!" I insisted, almost in a nervous squeak. I turned back towards Amelia for a moment. "Right?"
"Maeve. You've always had so much potential. I'm glad that you're really starting to seize your powers!" I looked up, seeing the grotesque face of my father. He smiled, sharp and pointy teeth exposed. I looked at myself, sighing. I didn't change much when in demonic form. My nails were more like claws and my bones were stronger and more potent. My green eyes looked brighter and weirdest of all, I had nightmarish wings. I always shuddered at the sight of them. I looked at him, glaring. "Why won't you tell me what the hell you mean when you say that?!" He chuckled. "You, Maeve, as you know, are part Greater Demon. New powers are arriving at your fingertips every mortal day without your realization." "Explain what you mean!" I screamed at him, getting up. "You must learn what I mean, Maeve." "You've been telling that and getting me NOWHERE!" I jumped up and lunged at him, time seeming to slow down as it slowly came to a stop, save me. I stood, looking around the weird ruins of the demonic world then at my mentor. He was frozen with that same sly smile. I walked around him, confused. Suddenly he sprung out of the trance, and him only. His talon-tipped hand whammed me in the face and I stumbled back, feeling blood on my cheek. My eyes rolled back in my head and I fell, to appear on the Institute floor yet again in mortal form, unconscious.
Chamelle stuttered and Ms. Amelia just looked dreadful. Served her right for letting a Greater Demon in. I heard a long woosh and a great plop as my thoughts went to Ms.Amelia and I almosted missed the sight of the Greater Demon, bloody and harmed, falling to the flooor. I sprung up but Garret and that...what was his name? The other kid... Whatever, they both went to the girl and started to drag her.
"AH! Nooono stop! I still don't understand!" I yelled, struggling against Garret and Francis, delirious and only really half-conscious.
I chuckled under my breath and my eyes met Francis's whose glowing eyes told me where we were heading. We started down the corridor, struggling a bit against the thrasing and unconscious mundane-demon, planning on going into one of the rooms.
"LET GO OF ME!" I yelled, fighting a with extended force. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew I wanted out.
"Stop struggling." I complained, "It's really hard to bring you to the area where your impending doom awaits." snickering, Francis kicked me lightly as we stood for a moment, "Garret, shut-it." "That's notta nice!" I complained. (XD HAD TO HAD THE NOTTA!)
((LOL)) "F**k you." I snarled. I strained more. In my weird dream world, they were indeed taking me to where, how my mentor put it, where dysfunctional demons go. Usually, when demons are killed by Shadowhunters, they're in what you'd call lockdown in the home world. Depending on who they are, they'll eventually go back to the Overworld. This was where demons were brought to be gone gone when they went...rogue.
Francis lifted his hands up, "If your going to crack jokes and scare the s*it out of her, do it yourself." I narrowed my eyes as he let go of her arm, leaving me with the struggling girl. "You know what, f**k you, mundane." I chanted back, pushing her a bit farther. THE ROOM WAS RIGHT THERE!
I realized the one guard had walked away and managed to find my feet. I flicked my wrist, trying to get it out of Garret's grip. "I'm not a mundane." I shoved him into a wall, still trying to break loose.
"You keep telling yourself that," I said, easily flipping the girl to the wall instead of me being there. "Because of you Ms. Amelia is going to get pummeled, and if she does. Oh, ho, ho, it's on." with a flick of my wrist she was in front of me and I was pushing her into a room.
"It's not like a have a choice." I snapped, managing to elbow him in the gut and running towards a window, then looking around.
I watched her impaitently, leaning on the open door as it tried to move. "Your INSIDE. A room. Dragged here."
I blinked, breathing for a moment and clearing my mind, starting to wake up in a way. I turned on him, my arms crossed and my scowl cold. "What makes you think I do not know that, hm?"
"You just seem a tad bit stupid..." I inquired, shrugging.
"You're one to talk." I scoffed, narrowing my eyes and looking at him. "What happened? What are they doing to Amelia?"
I scoffed, the door moving left to right a bit as I moved my back. "She's getting MARRIED to that jerkface who pointed you out. She's not old enough to run the Institute alone, today was supposed to be a test on how well she did. You messed it up." I scowled.
"/I/ messed it up?" I said coldly, taking a step forward. "I don't want to be here. Your little friend Francis is the one that even let me in here and by the Angel I can't figure out why."
I shrugged, "Fray has his motives, let me tell you." a smile flashed across my face. "There had to be some reason that he let an ugly soul like yours into this Institute, but Frankly, I cannot figure out why!" with a shut of the door I took my stele out and sketched a quick lock binding rune.
"I really don't want to be here any more than you guys want me here. I don't have a choice." I said, ignoring his snide comments.
"Yeah, since the Conclave has seen you. You should'nt have sent that bolt at Fray. Not the smartest." with a jerk of the handle to make sure it would stick (which I just did out of habit) I flipped my stele in my hand.
"I didn't mean to. I can't exactly control my powers yet." I slapped myself mentally for having let that slipped through. "I'm only sixteen. That's quite young for a demon, especially a Greater one."
"No wonder your so foolish and can't control your actions. But, I guess that says something about me being 17 and all. But whatever." I ruffled my hair, standing for a moment before deciding that I should check on Francis.
I glared coldly at him. "I don't like you. At all." I said plainly.
"The feelings mutual my dear," I responded, jiggling the lock one more time before descending down the hallway.
I looked at the window again. If I had such big and powerful demonic powers, why couldn't I get out of here let alone just use them!? I lifted my hand towards the window, concentrating. I concentrated so hard I started sweating. "GAH!" I kicked the window, my foot bouncing off making me stumble back.
I let out an uncontrolable laugh-- just one, but loud enough to echo through the hallway before I turned the corner. I walked quickly to Francis's room and knocked on his door. All I hear is silence. Something's wrong, I decided, trying to barge in. "/Damn-it!/" I said aloud, kicking it. He had used an inside lock rune. On of the most powerful.
I sucked in my breath and tried to concentrate again. I took another slow breath closing my eyes. I opened them again to see my outstretched hand alight with fire. I let out a short-lived scream of surprise and it flickered out. "By the Angel..."
"Francis, darling." I said in a mock-woman voice. "Ooopen the door." there was silence. He wasn't sleeping, I could assure you. "Open the door!" I yelled again, this time using what they would consider an, 'Outside' voice.
I walked over to the door, reaching out towards the knob and laying my hand on it gingerly. I jumped back as the smell of singed skin and the pain of the burn flashed in my fingers. I clenched my teeth as to not cry out. Marks did bad things to Demons. I knew that if a Mark was distorted it would lose it's ability. I took a breath and lifted my hand again. I had to get out of here.
Why was he hiding? He came out of his cave today. I curled my lip, "Had enough sunlight, eh? Fine, stay in there." was it me or did I hear a grunt of emotion? I shook my head and started walking down the hallway, flipping my searph blades in my hands as I opened them up.
I sucked in my breath, closed my eyes, opened them. Sure enough, my hand was fiery again. I flicked my wrist and the fire ball hit the door with a thunk and a pop. I heard sizzling and a loud snap. I mostly jokingly waved my hand back and was surprised when the flames dissipated, the Mark muddled. I put my hand on the knob, it turned and the door opened.
I was that type of person to decide to be 'cool' at the last second, as fast as I could realize. When I heard the lock pop I quickly leaned against the wall across from the door, looking interestingly at my searph blades.
"...Wow." Was all I could say, observing my unscathed hands. I looked up, flipping my hair over my shoulder and shrugging. "K, I'm leaving if it's fine with you."
"Personally, Mundane, I would love to see you leave but I want to see you get past the Conclave. It really should be quite interesting, indeed." with a flashing smile I stood up straight.
"Watch me." I said, adjusting my thin skirts and striding towards a window at the end of the hall. I daintily and mockingly slipped the black and thin glove off my hand and raised it, taking a breath and punching right through the window. I shook my hand out and slipped the glove back on, clearing away some extra shards.
I narrowed my eyes, "Oh well, good-bye." I had a feeling that it wasn't over with this Greater Demon, but just the beginning. I heard the creepings behind me and whirled around. "FRANCIS!"
I winked at them before putting a foot on the windowsill and launching myself out. I had only tried this once and I had no idea if it would work. I concentrated, hard, my wings popping out. I let the draft launch me up. The wings still looked quite creepy in the mortal world.
I stalked up to him and studied him. "Hi." he didn't meet my eyes. "What's wrong?" "Psh, what are you talking about good fellow?" "Let me see your arm." he jerked away, "Why? It's my arm." I narrowed my eyes. "Pull down your shirt where your shoulder is." "Why?" it was defensive. "That's where Maeve hit you. Are you bleeding?" he looked away.
I made sure that my Glamour was up but still made sure I was well hidden in the clouds. My dress fluttered and I tried not to look at my wings. Where was I supposed to go from here?
I shuffled away but Garret was fast, and I was weak. He pulled down my shirt and he swore a light curse, quickly fallowed by a bit of words for forgiveness. "She went all the way into your body, Francis!" I shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal. "Haven't you heard of Demon Pox?" "Now your just trying to make things sound bad," I complained, "Your right, but you can get seriously infected or something!"
I flew along, suddenly my head starting to spin. I felt myself totally give out and drop from the sky. I was no where near being full conscious but I managed to grab and tree branch of an oak. I sat up against the trunk, coughing. I guess developing powers had their consequences.
I grabbed his shirt, which he was wearing loosely for a gentleman. "Fray you need to go talk to Ms. Amelia and the Conclave and get her /venom/ out. You could die." I shrugged, "It's my fault. And slowly at that." I raised my eyebrows.
I was a few blocks away from the Institute. Not far enough. I would have to stay at an Inn. I blinked slowly and my wings disappeared. My mind was bleary as I hopped down from the tree and hailed a carriage.
"You want to die?" I shook my head, "Yes, Garret, I want to die." he rolled his eyes, "Why aren't you going down to get help then?" silence, "My hearts on that side." I explained, pointing to where she hit me. "It just hits the top, it was too late as soon as she hit me." Garret's eyes widened again, speechless this time. "There's a first." I muttered.
I ran along the hallways, noticing Francis and Garret in one. I scuttled along to them, my skirts shuffling. "What in the Angel's name happened up here?! I heard a crash and...Francis are you hurt?"
I pulled my shirt back up, un-gentlemen like, I had decided. "Uh." I stuttered, trailing my eyes around. Garret pushed my aside, "That demon girl who shot at him got the veins that lead to his heart, he already has the venom in him! She escaped!" he hissed.
My eyes widened, totally stunned. "What?! Francis, won't you die?" I waked, fiddling around with my small hands, worried.
Francis opened his mout and I pushed him again. He stumbled a bit. "Yeah. If the demon blood wasn't going to his heart he would have a chance. He gets off for another few years, or so, but he's dying. Slowly."
"There has to be a way to prevent the venom. Maybe Ms. Maeve will know." I said thoughtfully.
"Were certainly not inviting her back. How would she /know/ anyhow?" I questioned, "She barely knew her powers, she's an adolescent fool."
"It's worth a try and don't call her a fool! She just seems...lost." I insisted.
I shook my head, "She's not coming back in this Institute and we can't tell the Conclave or Ms. Amelia. They'd freak. If you like her, you wouldn't say a word."
"I do not. We cannot have Francis killed. We need to venture out of the Institute and find her."
"Kadri! Shut your trap, please. I'm going to die anyhow! It's already reached my heart. She wouldn't know there is /no/ cure! Don't you go and say anything!" I said, steadily as Garret looked at me strangely.
"How would you know, Francis?! Why will you not give Maeve a chance. She may know what is going on!"
Francis and I glanced at eachother, "Let's put it a different way. If you tell the Conclave or Ms. Amelia, the demon will be hunted and killed without question. They won't listen to you even if you told them to question. Then she wouldn't be no help at all AND they would send me to Idris to the rest of my life and I would never see any of you guys while they TRY to find a cure that cannot be founds since there is none, I'm afraid, and I would hate you forever. If we went out to find her, maybe she'd shoot Garret and he'd die too."
I stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the Inn, opening the door and walking in. There was a certain warmth yet stuffiness to the place. I listened to the buzz of conversation and caught something interesting. "I heard that there was a demon, a Greater Demon, at the Institute nearby! Can you believe it!? A Greater Demon!" I turned away. Two vampires shot a weird glance at me, a Shadowhunter man looked up, his gaze curious. I swallowed, heading back out the door and into the starting rain, taking out a black umbrella and opening it over my head, walking hurriedly down the sidewalk. I had to go back to the Institute. But what if the COnclave was still there?
"Ms. Amelia I still cannot believe you would allow a GREATER DEMON into your Institute." she shook her head, "/Francis/ brought her in a few seconds before you came, Ms.Chamelle. I cannot explain how it came to be around the time, but I can assure you I am not lying." I paused and thought, the Conclave looking at me. "Mr.Sentairs needs to take control of the Institute as soon as possible. I know a quick an easy way." Amelia's face darkened. "Just a basic marriage rune, nothing big or fancy."
I shuffled along, my skirts now torn and muddy, the rain pounding on the umbrella. I was a block away from the Institute. I closed the umbrella, tucking it away and rushing into an alley, my hair plastered to my head. I took a breath and launched myself into the sky, Glamour automatic. I drifted along, landing lightly and soundlessly on the roof of the Institute.
Before I knew it I was being stood up and positioned next to Silvester. Chamelle looked at us with critical eyes and smiled. /How perfect of a couple./ I thought bitterly. I was so out of my league and so un-prepared. I could barely even notice Chemelle, Chamelle's sister, was starting to write on my neck, Chamelle, writing on Silvesters. "Uphh..phgh-" I stuttered, but I was quickly shut-up by the sister drawing a rune on my neck.
I careful slid along the roof, being cautious as to not slip on the shingles. I lost my footing and slid to the edge of the roof, biting down hard on my tongue as to not yell out. I gripped the edge, flailing around for a moment. Luckily, this was the back of the Institute and no one was theoretically upstairs. I gingerly stretched out my wings and let myself float and unlatch the window, slipping in. I looked around and started down the hall, glancing over my shoulder and running right into Francis.
I had an amused expression and moved to the left and stepped around her as Garret and Kadri argued. Resisting a usual shrug I walked silently down the hallway and closed my door, locking it with TWO runes.
It was donw just like that and Silvester was beaming at me-- Mrs. Amelia Sentairs, vice-head of the London Institute. Great. A quick shudder went down my back that I couldn't identify.
I stuttered but didn't say anything. I backed up a little, away from Garret and the girl. My wings were still visible. Dammit. And this was quite the bad situation...
"Hello, Shadowhunter killer. What brings you back here?" I asked, coldly.
"Shadowhunter killer?" I asked, trying to retract the ugly wings and failing. I let them fall limp behind me, swallowing.
"Let me rephrase, soon-to-be Shadowhunter killer. It won't be long until I can call you that, Mundane."
I glared at him, crossing my arms. "I am not a Shadowhunter killer. Pretense or past. I have never killed anybody."
I pointed towards the door of Francis. "You shot into his veins, your demon blood all ran to his heart. He'll be dead in a matter of years, maybe less." I hissed.
My eyes widened, I was totally shocked. "By the Angel, I never meant to hurt him!" I said, looking towards the corner Francis had disappeared around. "I think I may an old acquaintance that can help but I am not sure how to get hold of her."
I narrowed my eyes but said nothing, and whirled around at Kadri. "Go downstairs and see what they're doing, don't say a word." and with a flash of a smile, "Please." I added, turning back towards the demon-mundane.
I nodded and whisked downstairs, looking around and surprised to a point without words. Maeve clucked her tongue, thinking. "A letter would probably be best."
I silently put my hands to the ground and started making motions with my hans. Sign language. 'Groan, Silvester will be, uh, staying with us.' I stopped and winced at the rune, 'Permanantly. Arranged marriage. Ew. Make sure that Maeve girl stays hidden, they may forget.'
I nodded in understanding, zipping back up the stairs and walking over to Garret and Maeve. "They married. Ms. Amelia is a only a co-owner now. She said to keep Ms. Maeve hidden."
I raised my eyebrows, "I should say I'm not surprised, but that would be a lie." I looked over at Ms. Maeve. "Come along." I motioned.
I hesitated but followed him. "All I need is paper and a pen."
I didn't respond as I kept walking down the hallway. Just keep nice, Garret, I told myself, keep nice.
I followed little ways away and took the paper and pen from Garret and started writing.
How is life in the 20th Century? All the glory you assumed it would be? I love the 17th Century and I wished we were still in contact.
Anyway, I am writing you as to ask for your help. You know that technique that draws demon venom? I can not recall it's name but I need it done. An...acquaintance of mine was harmed at my hand in self-defense. I need your help, Lilac.
I rolled up the letter and bound it with a flick of my wrist and it disappeared and I sighed. "Shouldn't be long now."
I had been reading over her shoulder, "Twentieth century?" I question, "Sounds like a demonic place."
I appeared in the form of an apparition. I wore clothing of a 20th century rebel. Tattoos covering my arms, hair dyed, combat boots, torn jeans, hipster band shirt. "You could say that." I said, having heard the boy's comment. I moved my lip around, messing around with the piercing. "Maeve. My has it been a long time. I am afraid to say that I have too many things on my plate and come out to the the 17th Century today.You're gonna have to do the procedure." "I do not know how!" Maeve retorted, getting up and facing my old friend. "Well, there's only one way to find out! You've watched me do it. You're not /that/ stupid are you, Maeve?"
I stared at this...woman. My was she the ugliest I had ever seen in my life-time. But if she were to save Francis... For once I was silent. She was U-G-L-Y. I had never thought a woman could be so ugly. I could not get over it. It was a good thing I'd be dead by the Twentieth. I snorted.
"Do not offend me in the ways of the 20th Century, Lilac! You could have just said anything to me!" I walked closer to her apparition, glaring, lowering my voice. "What if I mess it up?" "It depends on where you mess it up. If it's too close to his heart, you're screwed. If you get it far enough, you may have some luck, my friend. Good luck, Maeve." I winked and shimmered out of sight. I turned back to Garret and sighed. "Do you think Francis will come out of his room?"
"I am not sure," I admitted. I trudged down the hall, knocking on his door. He put a rune on it again. I had brought my stele with me this time so I drew an un-locking rune onto it, opening it with a click.
I hesitated a moment then followed him. I had watched Lilac do the procedure several times when training went terribly wrong. Which, was a lot. I could figure it out if I tried but I wasn't sure if I could do it right off the bat which scared me.
I opened the door and looked at the room. It was clean and nice and I couldn't find what I was looking for. I felt a slight breeze of an open window. "By the angel."
"What? What happened?" I walked closer so I was just behind Garret, looking around and trying to figure out what happened.
"He must've known that we were going to try something." I pointed towards the open window, "He snuck out."
"Does he realize this means his life? Why would he leave?" I asked, a sounding a bit distressed.
I looked at her a bit oddly before shrugging, "I don't know why he left, maybe he just had a bad sense."
I was slightly offended. Lilac trusted I could pull it off and her trust was rare. Then again, they didn't know that...
"I hope your wings work, were going out the window." I decided, walking towards it and putting a foot out. It would be easier for me to get down than Francis, so it wasn't hard at all.
"I know they work, what are you going to do?" I asked, glancing at him.
I pushed my other leg over, "There's an alleyway that leads to the not so busy part of town. It's right down there, and he would go where he would be alone. "So just climb down."
"I believe I know where you are talking about. I will meet you there." I fanned my wings a bit and winced at the sight, activating the Glamour and heading towards the window.
I scaled down the building, almost falling a few times and finally, jumping. I was extremely good at that, and it didn't hurt a bit. I brushed off my pants and started to jog towards where Iw as talking about.
I jumped out the window, fanning my wings and shooting up into the air and drifting along, watching Garret down below and following him.
I stood next to the corner of the building, listening. This was also a part where thugs liked to be. I listened and heard a bit of murmuring. It was far away. I went around the corner and started to run. It wasn't too far away.
I glanced around to make sure no one was following him, saw nothing, sped up a bit.
I stopped abruptly, hearing a bit or groaning. I looked over to the street onto the left and saw a dark black coat and gray pants. It had to be Francis. And it was, as I tackled him. "Fray, why did you run away?" I questioned. He just stared blankly.
I saw him stop and dove down, at about ten feet above the ground, my wings disappeared and I landed hard on the pavement, looking up at Garret and Francis.
I waved my hand in front of his face and he just stared. "What did you do to him?" I asked, looking up. He was totally blank, and far away in his head.
"I do not know! I had no idea I even did anything!" I walked closer, bending down next to Francis. "We need to act fast. We need to get his shirt off."
"I didn't know you already were together. You work fast." I teased my laugh not reaching my eyes as I helped Francis out of his coat and shirt.
I dismissed his snide comment and studied Francis. The venom had been working much faster than anyone presumed. It was almost to his heart, something needed to be done. I closed my eyes and took a breath, carefully but swiftly going through the precarious steps. I lightly and gingerly touched Francis's chest right over his heart, concentrating.
I was watching quietly, concerned. I didn't want to tease anymore because then she could mess up. Help him, I pleaded silently.
I breathed out slowly through my nose, tracing my fingers carefully along his chest, if I was doing it right, I was moving the venom as well. Lilac could do it in one swift motion, I could not. I hoped to the Angel it didn't hurt that that much. My touch was slight as I reached his shoulder, tracing down his arm towards the original cut.
I was in my own little world for a while and I didn't know where I was. I felt the venom move around and a spasm of pain went through me head to toe. "OW." I screamed, my eyes rolling.
I bit down on my tongue, using my other hand to lightly yet firmly hold him still. I proceeded to carefully lead the venom to the cut, almost done. "Come on..."
I stood up, my palms sweating slightly. "HEY!" someone screamed, making me even jump. As for Maeve...she went into the air. "It's nice to see you Garret." I looked around, trying to identify the source and seeing a gang of guys walking down the alley. "You owe us some money..." the head tsked.
A good amount of the venom shot out and I yelped in surprise, managing to suspend it in the air and lead it into the sewer. I looked at Garret then at the guys then back at Francis, hoping that had been all of it.
Francis had crumpled into a ball and I stepped forward, "I don't think I do. I won that bet fair and square, Charles." Charles eyes flicked at the scene. He was a werewolf. "What do we have here?" he questioned, pulling out a knife. I pulled out my searph blades. "Just step away, Charles." "Not until I have my money."
I crouched again next to Francis, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to figure out if he was okay and glancing back worriedly at Garret and the Charles guy.
I stepped in front of Francis, not a far way away from Charles. "I don't owe you anything." I turned towards Maeve. "Help him up, get his coat on." he was half unconscious, half with us. "Yes, you do. How many times do I have to explain it? You owe me at least 4,000 dollars."
I propped him up, grabbing his jacket and trying to get the jacket on. I knew the whole thing could hurt but we needed to get out of here.
"Charles, I do NOT owe you anything. I paid you the twenty bucks but I do not owe you 4,000 dollars. You gave it to me!"
"Come on, Francis. This is not the time to be difficult." I got one of his arms through the sleeves and took the other one and looking over at Garret again.
We got into a scuffle and it was me against five other guys. I actually killed one of them, on accident, but Charles just wouldn't back down. The rest of them retreated as it was one on one. I slashed his face as I had a few gashes of my own and struggled away, him on the ground now. If we stayed they'd retaliate. "Come on." I said, helping Francis up as Maeve tried to get his coat on.
I got the other arm through the sleeve and helped Garret prop Francis up on his feet. "Wow. You certainly have a history with some bad guys."
I flashed a strained smile and with my bleeding arm I put it under Francis's armpit. "Hurry." I said under my breath and started to step forward.
I nodded, walking as fast as I could, having only slight issue with keeping up with Garret as well as supporting Francis.I didn't say anything, just kept pressing on.
I heard a few yelps behind us and I walked faster, piratically pulling both of them along. It didn't take us long, maybe a few minutes, to get to the back of the Institute but the werewolves were on our tail. I tried to open the door, but I had my glove on. I struggled to get it off.
"Hold on." I turned around, making it so Garret had to completely support Francis. I flicked my wrists, concentrating til it hurt, electricity sparking through the air and hitting the two werewolves in the lead. "GET INSIDE!"
I piratically pushed him into the house after I opened the door and looked back, flinging myself at Charles and stabbing him.
"Come on, Garret! They can not come in the in the Institute." I snagged his shirt sleeve and dragged him in, slamming the door once everyone was safely in.
"I could have killed him and sent him to the depth's of Hell! Why did you drag me away, Maeve?" I whined, my waistcoat bloody. "Did you get it all out?" I fixed Francis's coat.
"His goons were getting back up and you would have been dead, Garret." I replied, putting a hand to Francis's chest once again. "Um..."
I just shook my head, helping Francis up. "I bet you got it all out. He doesn't look or seem dead." I smacked his face once. He smacked mine back, but his eyes were distant. "Wha--? What was that for?"
I chewed on my lip. It was hard to tell but I wasn't completely sure it was all out. I dismissed it as paranoia for now and smiled, glad he was alive.
"Nice to have you back." I blinked and had a moment of paranoia. I blinked it away and realized I was holding my shirt in my hand. They must have had a moment when they were getting the venom out of me. I sure felt better.
I nodded in agreement and sighed. "I am so glad that worked." I sighed in relief.
I smiled a slight smile, a bit hungry. "Thank you for saving my life." Garret coughed and I punched his shoulder.
"No problem." I said with a grin. I walked off to grab something for him to eat, having been feeling awkward and embarrassed just standing there.
"I'm going to check on Ms.Amelia. She seemed rather distraught when we left her." Garret said, quickly explaining what happened. I raised my eyebrows and fallowed Maeve, quietly.
I walked into the kitchen and looked around, not really knowing m y way around and opening a random cupboard.
"Those are the cups." I commented, walking to a different cupboard and getting out some bread, peanut butter, and chips. "What do you want to eat, Mundane?"
"A mundane would not have been able to save your life." I pointed out stubbornly. "I do not eat much. A sandwich now and then. Not much food in Hell."
I smiled, starting to get the jelly out of the fridge. "Maybe not, but your still half and half." I was surprised she didn't eat much. "Water?"
"Please." I replied. I was a small and bony person, even more so in demonic form. You never encounter an overweight Greater Demon.
Closing the ice-box I took out some of the water that we had received today. Taking out a tin cup I poured it in and turned around, giving it to her. With the bread the maids had gotten this morning I put it onto a plate and started to take the jelly out of the jam jar. "Come take your water."
I took the water and gratefully took a sip, having not realized how parched I was til now. "Thank you."
I smiled a crooked smile I rarely smiled. I was once told I look my best when I smiled it. I had rolled my eyes at that person. Putting the sandwich together through the peanut butter, which had been made not too long ago, was added. It was odd tasting, but good. I was strange in the way to add those two together. No one really did it. "Your very welcome, Ms." taking a bite and chewing, I looked her over, thoughtfully.
I kept my gaze averted, studying the remaining water and the metal cup. I would need to change at some point, the dress was ruined but I had no sentimental value to any of my clothing.
"You are very pretty." I commented, taking my plate and going to walk out of the room. I touched her face as I went by and commented, "Kadri can help you get some more clothes. Those are torn. She will be in the dining room." and with that, I exited.
I was a tad bit confused and my face flushed a little bit, I looked down but nodded. This wasn't the usual me. I lifted my head and put the cup in the sink and headed towards the dining room.
I walked up the hallway and up the stairs to run into Garret. "Where's my sandwich?" he questioned, "I didn't make you one." I went the other way and watched him look at me out of the corner of my eye. There was something in his expression I could not read. I went into my room.
I walked into the dining room to see Kadri doing something with her stele, most likely practicing Marks. I cleared my throat. She jumped and looked up. "I am sorry to startle you, miss. I just wanted to ask if I could borrow some clothing." "Ah yes! I have some dresses that should fit you." She hopped up and led me to her room, leafing through her wardrobe. "So, you saved Francis?" "Yeah." Awkward silence ensued from there.
I sat on my brass bed and watched as Garret slowly fallowed in. He leaned on the door frame. "I am confused." he said, and I shrugged. "How so?" He didn't really have an answer.
"This is perfect." Kadri pulled out a red and black dress out. It had a corset which I tended to hate but I didn't say anything. It was thankfully decently cut and looked like something I could tolerate. "That will do. Thanks." "I have one other." She pulled out a navy blue one that was the exact same style. "Thank you Kadri."
We both stood there for a while, just staring at each other as I ate my sandwich. "This is good." he nodded.
I walked to an empty room, claiming it as mine and changing into the red and black dress. I looked at my reflection in the hastily-cut mirror. I looked pale and my black hair was tangled in a mess and my green eyes looked dull and dark. I basically looked like a mess. I sighed. I needed to bathe but that wasn't my top priority. Figuring out what was going on was at the top of my list.
I shrugged my shoulders, "Glad your alive." he smiled a small smile and I turned around to walk out of the room. Sighing, I decided that I should go downstairs.
I decided to wander around a bit and look around, get to know the place. I would obviously be staying here awhile. I stretched my arms out in front of me and walked out of the room, looking up and down the hall.
I looked up to see Maeve walking, "Lost." I grinned, rolling my eyes. This place REALLY wasn't that confusing. But it may have just been mean.
I shook my head. "Just getting used to the place." I replied simply. I smoothed the skirts of the dress down aimlessly.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" I asked, the distance shortening until I was standing next to her, eyes wondering.
"Not really. Just trying to figure out where everything is." I said, looking up at him and holding his gaze. "Nothing specific."
My blue eyes kept her gaze as well, "Alright. If your ever looking for the door, I'll escort you out." I teased, my eyes flitting away as I put my hand in my pocket.
I laughed halfheartedly. I barely laughed or really was in a good mood. Things had not been too awesome in life for me and I really didn't ever have a reason to be overly thrilled. I finally broke eye contact and started down the hall, my boots making soft knocking noises on the runner.
I didn't look back as she passed by me and I went the other way. Maybe I could get a sandwich.
I was confused to put it simply. My mentor in the demonic world had always said not to get distracted at all costs then sent me here. Both Garret and Francis had been...distracting. I shook my head, mentally slapping sense into myself. I turned a corner, looking around.
"Ms. Amelia!" I hissed, watching the lady pass through the hallway, distressed. "Are they still here?" she shook her head, in a distraught mood. "When is he coming to live here?" "Tomorrow." I sighed.
I felt bad about upsetting their whole life here. The woman had been set to an arranged marriage which was horrible. I sharply turned a corner. I looked up and saw a washroom. I needed to bathe. I stank. I sighed and walked to it, walking in and latching the door before stripping down and going to wash off.
"I could kill him." "It's no use, Mr. Nephili." I told him, shaking my head. "I am not going to get bossed around by him." "He's my husband now, sorry." he blinked.
I washed off, so happy to be clean. Afterwards, I took awhile to comb through the snarls in my hair and get all the dirt off my face. I looked even more pale, like a vampire, but my hair looked better. I put the dress back on and headed out, throwing the towels down the laundry chute.
"Silvester is a...molester." was my way of putting it. She shrugged. "Ms. Fashton he will ruin all of our lives."
I had walked around most of this floor of the Institute which was adventure enough for me. I walked back around and headed towards my room, my hair drying and me smelling like the soap. I stopped, hearing voices ahead.
"Mr. Nephili, he won't ruin all of our lives, I can assure you." she responded, impatiently, but I shook my head, "You can not assure me on that. He will...rape you!" I used the word intentionally. It's what Silvester did.
I sucked in my breath, listening. My guilt was quickly gaining. I was silent. This was bad. Really bad.
"What about Maeve?" I questioned, and Ms. Amelia's ears perked, "What about Ms. Silster? She didn't ruin anything, if that's what your getting at. This would have happened with or without her. I fear that she ruined her life." she responded and I frowned, "What will Silvester say when he finds out she's still here." Francis had strayed out of his room, "Well he can't force her out if we want her here, which we do." he looked at Ms. Amelia, and she nodded.
I swallowed, despite what she had said, I did feel at least slightly at fault. My presence had given the last push at whatever process was going on here. If I needed to leave I could most-likely be fine. I had been for most of my life.
They continued to talk but my senses were burning. I went to the corner, not even breathing as I moved in front of Maeve, "Care to join the conversation?"
I shook my head, not really wanting to talk at all. I may start ranting which was never good.
"Well you could just stand there then instead of eavesdropping." I suggested.
"Either way I'm just standing." I pointed out, crossing my arms and walking around the corner and leaning on the wall.
I was arguing with Amelia about Silvester and smiled at Maeve before arguing again. Garret came to stand next to me again, silent.
I stayed silent, watching everyone go back and forth. My head going back and forth, back and forth. Arms crossed, damp hair twitching side to side. I had nothing better to do.
I threw my hands up and glared, "I'm sorry Francis but Silvester is now my /husband/ and he's living here with us and he's going to be in charge no matter what he does. It's an order from the Enclave and the Clave, okay?" I stalked off.
I watched her walk away and sighed, looking at my muddy boots that always wore despite the fancy dresses and all. I wanted to go to sleep but at the same time I knew I couldn't.
Garret and I exchanged glances which told each other something.I looked at Maeve and winked, going towards the stairs. "I'm going to speak to Mr. Sentairs! If you hear screaming, I'm killing him." and with that, I was gone.
I watched him walk off, not helping a smirk as I strode to the door of my room, opening it and whisking in without another word.
Mr. Sentairs, or Silvester Sentairs, was sitting at a desk where he had just arrived. I had heard him from my room. "Mr. Ledondale, quite a pleasure to see you again. I was afraid we wouldn't have much time to talk today." I narrowed my eyes, my black hair being thrown to the side as I sat in a chair across from him. "Mr. Sentairs, I can't say it is a pleasure to see you here, having forcefully married Ms. Amelia and all." "You mean /Mrs. Amelia/?" he laughed his eyes trained on me. "Mr. Ledondale, this stuff really shan't concern you. It's is not your life." I tapped my fingers, losing patience.
I could hear muffled conversation down below, the floor quite thin. From what I had heard, this Silvester guy was not a good guy. I changed into night clothes and sat in my bed on top of the covers, staring at the ceiling.
"But on the contrary, it is my life here. What you do effects my life. And I hope you know, you are ruining it." Mr. Sentairs laughed, "It gives me pleasure, it really does." I glared.
I caught a few words, enough to know that Francis was pissing this guy off but the guy was unaffected. Hopefully Francis didn't get himself in trouble...
I stood up and glared at him, "Leave." Mr. Sentairs looked appalled and he stood up with me, "What?" "I said leave, please." Mr. Sentairs laughed, "No." I pushed his shoulders, "Yes." His face was strange, "Excuse me. But I own this Institute now, I don't have to leave." "Yes, you do." I walked around the table, and he laughed, meeting me, "Make me."
Things were getting more heated, there voices rising. Could Garret hear this? I sat and listened, unable to really do anything that wouldn't dig me further into a hole.
I smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that." I pushed his shoulders again. He sprung at me, but I stepped away quickly. He hadn't fought in a while, I could tell. He fell fat faced onto the floor and rolled over, making me collapse as we rolled over the floor, yelling curses at each other.
I sat straight up as the scuffle started. Something about it made me really uptight. I wanted to help, having still feeling as if I had contributed to the issue.
I got a good punch at Silvester's face and smiled as he was stunned, punching it again and again until his nose started to bleed. Somehow he got the strength to flip me over and start punching my face. I let out a small cry and kneed him, getting up and limping to the table. I could tell he was much worse than I was. "Go home." he piratically hissed at me, more curses. We started to shout.
I got to my feet, annoyed that I was wearing a nightgown. I yanked a spare pair of pants out of the dresser that were obviously meant for boys and pulled them on, rushing out the door. I needed to do /something./
I started towards the door, Silvester fallowing and yelling. It was working. We yelled at each other more and more until we were at the door and I was opening it, shoving him outside and closing it. Putting an overnight locking rune was easy.
I had gotten downstairs just as Silvester was pushed out the door. I looked at Francis, my eyes a bit wide, saying nothing.
"He needed to leave." I told her, simply. I did a once over myself and realized I was bleeding a little at my stomach, and there was a gash on my arm. I hadn't noticed he brought a knife out.
"Do you think he'll come back?" I asked, lowering the one foot that had been on the step but not moving anymore.
"Yeah, probably will get the Enclave involved. Or just bring another fight." I realized I still had my jacket on and I started to take it off, my black shirt under it a little bloody.
"Do you need bandages? And the Enclave did cause this in the first place so what makes you think they will help us out of this situation?" I crossed my arms, assuming my usual default stance.
I ignored her, going to put my coat onto the jacket hanger. "They probably won't. They may get me removed, if Mr. Sentairs lies well enough." I admitted, letting go of the bottom of the coat and turning to her.
"If luck is on your side in this case, you knocked sense into him and he won't go to the Enclave at all." I said with a shrug, knowing it was unlikely.
"Highly unlikely." I commented, watching her with intent black-green eyes. "Something will most-likely happen in his favor."
"I am sure there is some sort of loophole. There always is." I replied thoughtfully, not sure of what to say.
"No, there is no loophole. It's not like the human world, Mundane." I told her, getting quite annoyed with everyone saying there's a /chance/ or a /loophole/ or a /possibility/ when there wasn't. My heart hurled a little.
"Look, I am just trying to help. Obviously, I am failing. If you want to know what I think, I think your situation is screwed up and you should not have confronted him like you did." I snapped, leaning against the wall.
"Well THANK YOU for your honesty." I said in an exaggerated tone, resisting a smile. It may have shown on my face- the smile.
I rolled my eyes. "You should have at least waited til you pounded his face in. Or maybe taken a less aggressive route."
"Aggression is always the answer." was my reply, walking towards her and touching her cheek gently. "Good night, Maeve" and with that I was starting up the hallway.
"You know it is not /always/ the answer. If that happened the world would be insanity beyond belief!" I retorted, following him.
"I would have to disagree." I told her, not looking back but smiling.
"How could you disagree? Some situations take calculation and and...." I had no clue where this was going.
"You are not going to win this battle," I told her, making a sharp left and hiding in one of the hidden doors.
"I can still try!" I snapped after him, clenching my fists. "How could you just be aggressive in every situation? Like...um...if a guy just walks over is like 'Hey, how is so and so doing?' and instead of like blushing you punch the guy in the face, is that exactly correct?" ((My ELA teacher actually used that as an example in emotional cues. xD))
"I don't blush for guys." I told her, "I'd be liking my own gender." I punched in the wall and flipped into the room, hidden from her now and seemingly gone in thin air.
"That is not what I meant, by the angel you are annoyingly difficult." I muttered, shaking my head.
I walked through the dark room until I bumped into the stairwell that lead up into the corridor. I opened the door and stalked into my room.
I went to my room and sighed, taking the pants off and throwing them into the dark corner of the room. I would latch the door but that had totally slipped my mind as I collapsed on my bed.
I fell asleep quickly, starting to dream dreams about demons and shadowhunters and every day life. It was some how scarier. I felt my heart beating and racing at the same time.
I passed out surprisingly fast and sighed. I jerked seemingly awake, actually in the demonic world. My mentor stood there, grabbing my arm and jerking me to my feet. "What is wrong with you, girl? What makes you think you can saunter around and not complete the mission?" "I have no idea what the mission is!" He backhanded me and stumbled back. "You should. It is implied, Maeve." "Let go of me!" I struggled, kicking out at him. I had always hated my mentor.
I soon was awake, throwing up and having muscle spasms. I was surprisingly quiet, though it wouldn't have mattered anyway. The others rooms were on different floors or hallways. What was up with my heart? It was beating fiercely and I sat in my bed, breathing heavily and crumpling in a ball.
He laughed coldly. "What makes you think you can control me? I can control myself now. You said it yourself. I can stand on my own." He laughed creepily again. "Well Maeve. Haven't you ever wondered where your parents were Maeve?" My heart totally dropped into my stomach and I jerked awake, breathing fast. He couldn't be....
I was smart to have locked and runed my door before I went to sleep. I got up through all the fiery pain and threw up a few times more before collapsing in the worse pain I had ever felt, my face creasing with pain as I started to whimper quietly.
No no no. He was one of the worst Greater Demons in the underworld. He couldn't be my father. Who was my mother then anyway? A cold sweat covered me and I swallowed. This wasn't good in any way shape or form. I thought I heard someone moving around in one the other rooms but dismissed it for the time being.
I passed out into a weird state of pain and consciousness. What was wrong with me? I felt the blood rushing around but my heart screamed. Then it hit me, she must've not gotten all the venom out and it reached my heart. Dying slowly.
I heard a thump and jumped up, running to the door that led to Francis's room. I tried the knob; locked. "Dammit Fray." I muttered.
I breathed heavily and finally passed out totally, rolling over the floor with the fever of the venom.
I shouldered the door with no luck. I swore under my breath and kicked the hinges, it coming loose. I wrenched the door off and managed to come in and seeing Francis on the ground. "By the angel..." There I go messing things up again. I bent down next to him, trying to shake his shoulder gently. "Francis?"
I shot my hands up, one reaching my head and another clutching her hand that was in the way of the path to the other side of my head. I struggled, my heart racing.
I swallowed, squeezing his hand and trying to think of what to do. What did Lilac always say to do when the process failed? She always said you were 'screwed...'. That couldn't be good. I looked around for something, anything that could help.
I clutched her hand harder, finally becoming aware of where I was and that someone was with me. "Don't leave." I struggled to whisper.
"I won't." I replied. Maybe I could try to do the same process. I had no idea it it would work or not seeing as though the venom had reached his heart. It was worth a shot. I clumsily unbuttoned the first few clasps on Francis's shirt and put a hand on his chest, more hasty then last time, trying to locate the venom.
Now that hurt even more. "No, no!" I pleaded, "Just stop. It'll be over with...soon." I told her, pushing her away.
"Francis it may help." I insisted, moving my hand carefully back, just trying to locate it. It had reached his heart and seemed to be almost surrounding it. If it was moved, there was a chance he would be killed instantly. I took my hand back, biting my lip.
As much as the pain killed me I started to sit up, my hands fumbling until I found the bookshelf, pushing myself into a sitting squatting position. "It's already reached my heart, Maeve."
I nodded, not saying anything. I had totally failed at this. I had made the poor woman that had led the Institute get married forcefully and now Francis was dying. This was ridiculous and it was all at my hand. I shook my head.
I stared at the floor and watched as my vision cleared and my thoughts started to defog. The pain beat like a drum but I steadied my voice, "It's not your fault."
"Yes it is. I am the one that scratched you in the first place then proceeded to mess up getting the venom out." I retorted.
I watched her, my eyes trained and the fire fading a tad bit. Not by much. "If you didn't help get most of the venom out before, I would die sooner rather than later." I pointed out.
"But there is yet still left. If I had gotten all of it, we would not be having this conversation." I knew it was my fault. Even if I had done what he said we still had a problem on our hands.
I flopped down onto the ground and shrugged, "If those werewolves thinking they were gangsters didn't show up, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation either."
I glared at the ground. "If I had not shown up here in the first place, you would probably still be sleeping soundly."
"If I had not picked you up off the streets, none of this would have happened. Guess whose fault it is?" I let out a light laugh and put my hand towards her to help her up.
I blinked. He was right about that. I took his hand and stood up, sighing and brushing off the nightgown. "Are you alright?"
I smiled a slight smile, enduring the burning fire pain nicely. It had quieted I could tell since I was not on the floor. "Sure. Better than five minutes ago."
My gaze held concern for an instant but it snapped back to just a shielding look as usual. "Well, that is progress. Do you need water?"
My smile perfectly fitted into a grin. I had caught that. "No water is necessary." still holding her hand I lead her to the door.
I blinked again, looking at him curiously. "Are you sure? People usually do not get right back up on their feet like you did after that whole scene."
"Yep. Just great, fine." I looked around out of the hallway, "Not a word to Garret, okay Mundane?" I pecked her on the cheek and winked, pushing her out of the door and closing it, my heart on fire just as it had been. Maybe a bit less.
I touched the place where he had kissed me and looked at the door. I had no idea how to take that. I sighed, heading towards my room, trying to think but failing.
I sat onto my bed and breathed. My whole body was on fire. I curled up, unable to sort through my own thoughts.
I went into my room, shutting the door with a soft click and latching it. I hoped to the angel I would not be oging to the underworld this time around. I stretched out on my bed, closing my eyes and falling asleep.
Morning crept up on me and I was up and about at around 10:00, yawning and stretching in the hallway and knocking on Francis's door. "Fray, come on. You didn't come out yesterday 'till later. You need to eat." I heard nothing in reply and tried the door. Locked. I swore under my breath and started to walk down the stairs to the dining room.
I rolled over and got up shortly after Garret and changed out of the nightclothes. I went out into the hall, looking around. I breathed out through my nose and started down the hall, actually pretty hungry.
I sat down at the dining room table and watched as Mrs. Amelia brought out biscuits quietly. "Did you hear--?" she nodded.
I walked into the dining room, glancing up as I sat down. I didn't meet any gazes directly as I reached for a biscuit.
"How did you sleep?" I asked, stirring my biscuit around in my hands.
"Best I've had in awhile." It had actually sucked but what I had said was true, well, the little sleep I actually got.
I narrowed my eyebrows, but not questioning it. "Has anyone heard from Fray?" I asked Mrs. Amelia, and she shook her head.
I didn't say anything. I had decided that if Francis wanted them to know what happened, he would tell them. I bit into the biscuit, still not meeting anyone's gaze.
"I suppose he's going back to his old ways. We were lucky he came out yesterday..." with a shrug of my shoulders I went back into the kitchen were I had started to make some bacon.
I nodded, finishing the biscuit then sitting back. I glanced up finally at Garret then flicked back down. He suspected something of me, I could tell.
My eyes burned onto her intently. She knew something. "Tell me." I ordered, tapping my fingers.
"No." I said simply, looking up and holding his gaze. I set my jaw, I was going to be as difficult as possible.
"Why not?" I stood up, going to sit besides her. "Please?"
"I promised not to, that's why." I had no idea whether or not that was the smartest thing to do. Oh well.
I got close to her face, staring into her eyes. "Please tell me, Maeve."
That was unnerving. "I can't, Garret."
I looked sad, my posture tall, "You can."
"No, I can't. I promised him I wouldn't." I insisted.
"Is he in trouble?" I asked her, actually not consciously stroking her hair.
"...Yes." I replied, why had I just said that? I could not move and I blinked.
I smiled, blinking and losing my train of thought for a moment. I stared at her, awing, blinking again and then moving back just a bit. "How so?"
I swallowed. "There's still venom, in his body. It reached his heart." I said painfully.
I frowned, "That's unfortunate. But you tried your best."
For some reason, that made me want to slap him but I just sighed, looking away.
I touched her cheek, "You blame yourself." I was stating the obvious.
"It was my fault." I was also stating the obvious.
I shook my head, "If it wasn't you it'd be another Greater Demon. Because your half-mundane, you didn't kill him." I told her.
"I still failed at getting the venom out." I pointed out, not looking at him. I was sick of people telling me it wasn't my fault when it /obviously/ was.
"You really have to be difficult about this, don't you?" I laughed, "Okay then. It's all your fault, but none of us is going to tell you that since that was a blatant lie. Happy?" I stood up, my blue eyes on her intently.
"I know it is my fault. Thank you for saying that and I know it is not a lie. I should leave." I said thoughtfully, trying to think.
"Nah, you shouldn't. Some Shadowhunter with go and kill you or someone will find out of your whereabouts and want to kill you." I told her, standing up.
"I've survived for this long without the Institute's help, what makes you think I can not go on on my own?" I replied, not moving.
"Because Silvester will have, by now, told every Shadowhunter in the area about you, which will have spread to other demons and Downworlders." I told her.
"I know how to hide, Garret. I have been doing it my whole life. If I had to, I would go back to the Underworld if things got out of hand." I insisted flatly, studying the silky table cloth.
I shrugged, rolling my eyes and just giving up. "Well they like having you here, but my offer still stands." I teased again, a grin spreading on my face as I grabbed up another biscuit.
"Your offer?" I had completely missed the fact he had put up any sort of offer. I looked up, cocking my head to the side.
I had never told that offer out-loud, damn-it! "Uh, leading you out the door." I remembered that one.
"I will keep it under consideration." I said with a small smirk as I got up and smoothed my skirts, unsure of what to do and what Francis would say to me if he knew I had said anything to Garret.
"You don't have to tell him you told me, I won't say anything." I promised, my gaze stayed on her, I munched on my biscuit.
"He has a way of finding small bits of information like this on his own but thank you, I appreciate that." I said simply, leaning on the chair a bit behind me.
"Fray does miss things, though." I said absentmindedly, looking off in the distance and then snapping my gaze, hoping she didn't find that my voice had changed. "Well I'm going out today."
"Where are you going?" I asked curiously, just making aimless conversation at this point.
I was thinking to the bar and trading to get something for Fray, or get drunk myself, but I didn't want to say it. "To get a wedding present for Ms. Amelia. I was thinking a sharp knife so she could stab him, but that's not such a good idea." I was kidding of course, "Just to go to the park, walk around, be outside."
"That sounds like an excellent idea in my opinion." I said with an approving nod and smirk. "I'm probably going to wander around here all day."
"Thank you, thank you." I bowed, going to towards the door and starting to put my jacket on and my hat. "Have fun with that, I guess." I flashed a nice smile, "Goodday."
"Goodday." I replied, nodding and sweeping away, my skirts ruffling over the carpet as I headed towards my room. As I walked by, I noticed Garret's room hung open. I approached it carefully, moving the door slightly so I could step in, looking around.
I headed straight to the bar, awake and ready to make deals with warlocks. I entered the place and smelled the whiskey and gin scent. Mm.
I looked up and down the hallway before venturing further in. His room was a mess but not total and utter that was expected of Garret. I stepped inside the room, a small leather bound journal catching my eye.
I tapped on a shoulder, "Ricini DeCardo! Nice to see you." I addressed him, smiling. "My, Garret Nephili. Nice to see you. What can I do for you?" "I have a friend who's...sick."
I picked it up, looking it over. It had a binding rune on it. It was simple and I knew how to crack it without destroying the journal. I concentrated, it only took a second and the journal popped open with a small snap. I flipped through the pages, not looking at anything in particular....yet.
"Master Ledondale?" I nodded, "Yes. He was scratched by a demon. Most of the venom was dragged out but the remaining venom kept a disturbingly low profile that didn't indicate it was still there. It reached his heart." Ricini frowned.
Francis's name caught my eye and I stopped. Garret's handwriting was close to illegible but then again, so was mine, so it wasn't a big issue. My eyes flicked over the page. Francis was like a brother to Garret, he depended on him more than Francis realized. And Garret would never ever admit it. Based on this, Garret seemed to have a crapload of a past that I was scared to read about.
"I'm not sure what I can do about that." he admitted, and I frowned. " I can give him something to live longer but, other than that..." "That sounds good."
I knew it was kind of rude but I read the earlier inputs and I was kinda of appalled but at the same time not. Everyone had a past that screwed them up. I know I did. I flipped to the most recent and caught my name, unsure of whether I wanted to read this particular page and starting to regret doing this in the first place.
Ricini led me to a room in the back and started to pull out things from a bag he had stashed in there. "Mix this and that." was all I caught from his murmuring.
I couldn't help but scan the page. I caught my name a few times, pretty, smart, snarky. I couldn't help but laugh. I had no idea what I would do with this with this information but I knew it would come into play at some point.
"What are you up to?" I asked, innocently at the edge of Garret's door, my eyes sparkling. If my idea was right about what Garret wrote in there... Ha. We'd both have a problem.
I snapped the jounral shut and swung my arm behind my back, turning to face him. "Nothing really. Just admiring the mess."
"It truly is a great mess." I said, looking at my hand and then coming into the room, "Why don't you just give that to me." I suggested. "I don't think Garret would like this very much..."
I quickly re-situated the binding rune and shook my head, letting it clunk back onto the nightstand. "Probably not."
"So what drew you in here? The curiousity is killing me, it really is." I asked her, sitting next to her on Garret's bed.
"I do not completely know how to explain it without sounding completely off my rocker." I replied thoughtfully, studying the floor.
"I would guess any way you tried to explain it, Ms. you'd sound like your off your rocker, so I'm all ears."
"Well, when you put it that way it is a whole new situation. Anyhow, young Greater Demons tend to have mentors in the underworld. Mine...I think may be my father and he's...horrible but that is a whole different story." I paused, getting myself back on track. "Anyway, certain, usually 'unusual' or 'special' demons have a voice that bosses them around in their head. Mine, forced me to come here."
"For a good reason that you do not know of, correct?" I asked, tapping my fingers aimlessly.
"To put it simply." I agreed, sighing and clasping my hands together.
"I would probably put it back exactly the way you found it. Garret may look messy, but he has a keen eye and can tell when something's been moved the littlest. That's coming from firsthand."
I adjusted the journal so it looked the way it had been before I picked it up and sat back. "He's an interesting person."
"That's for sure." I thought and said aloud, giving Maeve my hand. "He should be back soon. I heard him leave. Come on."
I held his hand loosely and let him lead me out. I blinked, looking around the dark corridor, my thoughts whirling.
"You seem bored." I told her, studying her face.
"No just...thoughtful." I replied simply, looking up at him.
"Thoughtful?" I echoed, afraid to question that. I was already thinking about what I was going to say to Garret later... Hm.
"Do you wish for me to elaborate?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"As you wish." I responded, giving in to my curiousity.
I didn't really want to. "I am just...thinking about what was in the journal. Maybe it was not my place to snoop and I do feel guilty but he did leave the door open." I said, drumming my fingers. "I am also confused on what my mentor or, or father expects of me at this point among other things."
I considered this for a moment, "He probably wants you to overthrow all of us and take over the Institute then slowly but surely take over every Shadowhunter place by your 'charms' so then he can overthrow you and put you in the dust. How about that for an answer?"
"That may be it but I am not gonna do that if I have a choice." I could not guarantee that I did. "My 'charms?' What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." I said, eyes glinting for a moment as if going over a really funny joke inside my head. "You'll find out someday." it was ominous, I liked it.
I studied his face for a moment then glanced away, looking around the half-lit corridor.
"So was that your only plan for the day? Sneaking into rooms?" I asked.
I shrugged, the dress ruffling quietly. "I never had time to make plans. I was thinking I would wander around aimlessly."
"Sounds quite boring, actually. I was planning on making fun of overweight passerby's but that isn't very nice, so my schedule is open." I admitted, laughing a harty laugh.
I laughed too, grinning. "Would you fancy a walk?" I asked after a moment.
"I think that I would." was my response, walking towards the stairs.
I followed him, my boots softly thumping on the steps. The fact that I wore worn-out boots would usually be frowned upon but they were usually covered anyway by the abundance of skirts.
"Where should we head, if I may ask?" we started to thump down the stairs my stomach churned as the venom went up to my heart again. I didn't show any sign's of pain, my shoulders relaxed.
I shrugged, looking ahead around the hall and down the stairs. "I was considering the local park if you like."
"Sounds very good to me." I agreed, reaching the bottom of the stairs quickly, my long legs pushing me off the steps easily.
I followed close behind, my footsteps close to silent. I was light-footed which always helped when you were sneaking around. I followed him out the door and took a breath of the fresh air, grateful for it.
I walked swiftly to the sidewalk, turning to wait for Maeve. The park was one of my favorite places to be, nice and big with lots of grass.
I had slight trouble keeping up but I stayed within a few paces behind. I was now walking at his side now that he had stopped and waited and said nothing.
I tried to keep my stride slower, but I couldn't help it. I started to walk slowly, much to my discomfort, letting her lead a few inches in front of me.
I did not appreciate being underestimated. I dropped back and stayed in pace wit him purposely. I let my arms swing slightly at my sides as I looked around at the entrance to the park.
I stifled a laugh, watching her move back. Whatever floats your boat, I thought, looking forward again and people watching.
I was still pondering what I had read in Garret's journal and glanced at Francis. "How long have you known those guys back at the Institute. Garret, Kadri, Amelia."
"Well, Ms. Amelia was 3 or 4 when I was born, and Garret and Kadri were born shortly after. All our lives, really, until our parents left or died from attacks." I said cooly.
"So they're like family to you?" I asked curiously, striding along, my hands now clasped behind my back as I looked at Francis.
"In a way, yes. Most of the time, no. Were all just like close friends. At least that's how I feel. I'm not sure about them." I admitted, putting my hand into my waistcoat.
I nodded thoughtfully, striding along and not saying anything. It was luckily a comfortable not awkward silence as we walked through the sereneness of the park.
I pointed at a long patch of flowers, "Those are one of my favorites." I commented, the strikingly blue rose blooming hugely.
"They are beautiful, I must admit." I agreed, looking at the flowers.
I walked over to pick one and whirled around gracefully, stretching my arm out a bit as I gave it to her.
I smiled and took the flower, observing each of the bright blue petals that stood out against all the darker surroundings. I twirled it a bit between thumb and forefinger. "I've never really thought about which flower would be my favorite."
I smiled, "It's not an easy task, I'm afraid, if you really care about it like I." with a slight laugh I continued, "It depends. The color, the texture, the lights and darks, does it have a meaning or a sentimental value? What do you think about when you look at it..."
"Begonias. I really fancy those. I remember seeing glimpses of them when I was a little girl at my mother's home." I said thoughtfully and reminiscently.
"Then there you go, I suppose." I smiled, marveling for a moment at the roses, awed by their beauty.
I managed to fasten the rose in my hair, sighing and looking at Francis. My eyes then flicked from sparse person to person in the park.
"That is one overweight male." I muttered, pointing to a clobbering guy with an ice cream cone walking down the avenue.
I giggled which was not usual for me and nodded in agreement. "I think he has a potential soulmate." I said, pointing at a rather overweight woman on the other side of the park.
"We should bring them together, should we not?" I smiled back, "Thanks to us they could each have a partner to eat double the average amount of food."
"I fancy that idea." I said with a grin as I flipped my hair out of my eyes.
I smiled wider, "But we best not get into their business, look." I pointed towards them. They had both seperated from their crowds and talking to eachother.
"If that had been a bet, I would have been rich." I said, laughing and starting stroll along the path again.
"I think your right." after a quick glance at them with their large bellies I strolled after Maeve. "I would have lost money in that bet."
I agreed with a nod and smirk. My skirts swished as I turned a corner and started to drizzle. Nothing new in London.
"What a delightful and dreary day. I wish those Americans could see it's true beauty instead of glumming about the darker skies." I admitted, looking up.
I clucked my tongue. "I do not take kindly to those Americans. They are imbeciles."
"Someone who agrees. They think so bad upon the weather.It is not our fault and they act like it is." I clicked my tongue.
I nodded. "I appreciate the rain and constant moisture around here. It is meditative in a way."
"Not very much allergies. Those sniffling Americans. Gosh, there should be a tissue stand on each and every corner!" I took my pocket watch out and read the time, pushing it back in.
I laughed in agreement. I looked around and a dark, tall figure caught my eye. I kept walking, keeping an eye on the man. He then turned around, that familiar glint of yellow in his eyes. It was my father. My eyes widened and that stupid voice tuned in. 'Maeve, you are so easily distracted.' Unconsciousness washed over me suddenly, not having time to gather what was happening.
I was confused when she started to fall and I looked around, fetching her back and holding her up. Where had she looked? I saw the glint of an eye from a dark figured man and frowned. Another demon.
The world was black til something flashed and I was in the demonic world. The dream version anyway. I looked around and saw my father. I attempted to run away but some unseen force tugged me back. "Maeve, Maeve. What an adolescent fool. Distracted by stupid teenage mundane 'hormones.' You know the job that needs to be done-" "NO I DO NOT!" I interrupted him and got myself a back hand. I punched him the face and he held me against the wall, by the throat in a choke hold. "This is exactly why your mother is dead. Because of the stupidity of her species." "Do not talk about my mother like that." I spluttered. "You did not know her. Shut up. You must find the information that will start the long-anticipated war between out world and the mundane world. We will eliminate them and then we'll move onto the Shadowhunters." He smiled and struggled even more as his grip tightened. My vision was getting fuzzy and I passed out, coming back to the mortal world, coughing.
I had moved us to a bench, sitting there and staring at her helplessly until her eyes started to flutter. "Welcome back Mundane." said Garret who had appeared out of nowhere.
I coughed until my breathing was back to normal and swallowed, looking around for any trace of my father before saying anything to Francis or Garret. I had just been told of a war that the demons were going to launch. "This can not end well..."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, a bit confused and not wanting to make assumptions.
"My father. He mentioned...a war. That would eliminate the mundanes." I sucked in my breath, looking up at Francis, setting my jaw.
Both Francis and I exchanged a glance and shrugged, "Okay." was all he said, starting to get up.
"Okay? He also added that the Shadowhunters would fall soon after." I pointed out, my tone heated.
I merely shrugged, "We've been having warnings like that since the dawn of time. Threats. It's really not as big as it seems."
I drummed my fingers, trying to figure something out. "I think my father sent me to be a spy of some variation but I have no clue what I am supposed to look for let alone how it will be used." I said thoughtfully, looking off into the park. I glanced back up at Francis, something coming to mind. "There has been recent mulling around, hyping tensity, in the demonic world."
"Hey, can someone let me in? I've captured a Greater Demon, but I don't know what to do with it. I tried killing it, but I can't!" I yelled. I didn't really expect anyone to answer me, most of the other Shadowhunters dismissed me as far too violent.
I began to wake up as he shouted at the door. Everything was fuzzy, and I was still half-unconscious. I could only open my eyes a little, and that didn't let me see very much.
"Come on, open the door! She's waking up!" I yelled. No one was answering. "Typical. No one pays mean ol' Ellis any attention at all, except to tell him he's stupid, or worthless, or to call him mad." I muttered.
((Yay! Random Shadowhunter Guy now has a name! And he shall be called... ELLIS!))
I was sinking back into unconsciousness... Then it hit me: he must have put a rune on me while I was out! That was why I couldn't wake up!
I rolled off my bed, the knocking on the door echoing through the Institute. I scrambled to my feet, sliding clumsily on my skirts before finally getting up and rushing down the stairs, opening the door. "A Greater Demon?" I asked breathlessly.
I was staring in the distance and totally missed the knocks, stupid, and snapped my head back, my skirt having wrinkled from sitting too long. I stood up, looking in the small kitchen mirror and pulling my hair down. I glared at my reflection, walking down the hallway towards Kadri, "Uh." I cleared my throat, "What do we have here?"
I shrugged, my eyes intently on Garret who was intently staring in the distance. He was thinking. "That very well be true." I said, sitting down next to her on the bench, twirling the flower I had plucked in my hand.
I looked around and squinted at the Institute, cocking my head. "Is someone at the Institute?"
I squinted my eyes and swore, the non-cuss words sounding like, "That kid again." it very well was that. Francis looked bemused, sniffing the flower and looking over.
"Who is 'that kid?'" I asked curiously, sitting back and looking from Garret to Francis.
"I believe his name is Ellis, is it not, Garret?" the other boy nodded and I smiled a wide smile, "His family name has been around as long as the oldest Shadowhunters. He's a bit violents, right Mr. Nephili." "I beat his puny butt, no thanks to you, Mr. Ledondale." I smiled.
I blinked and looked at the Ellis guy. I strained to hear any bits of what he or Amelia was saying. Similar to a radio, I heard a hiss and a pop in my ear and I heard the words 'Captured' and 'Greater Demon'. "That can not be pleasant." I muttered, my hearing going back to normal.
"Who's the girl with him?" I questioned, leaning on the back of the bench behind Maeve. If Ellis was asking for help, she had to be some kind of downworlder or demon.
"It is another Greater Demon." I said flatly. Something was happening. Something bad.
"Let's go meet them, shall we?" I questioned, standing up and walking towards the Institute, not making any notion to fallow or stay. It was quite rude, but I didn't care. Garret came slowly around the bench and started to walk.
I got up reluctantly, starting to walk only to be grabbed by the shoulder by that dark and scary man from earlier I had concluded was my father. "Now, now Maeve. Play nice with the new playmate. If you do not, you may get a time out." He hissed in my ear followed with a harsh chuckle. He dissipated and I quickened my pace. What was that supposed to mean?
I looked away from Miss Amelia to see the Ledondale and Nephili jerks walking toward me. I glared at them. I turned back to miss Amelia. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. I just sort of... jumped into the situation without thinking. I don't know why I brought it here, I just didn't think I could handle it on my own. It was all I could do to put a sleeping rune on it and lug it here."
I surfaced from the depths of the dark waters of sleep briefly and kicked at the Shadowhunter weakly.
However, with my being a Greater Demon, even my weak kicks were stronger than most people could hit when they were at full strength.
The Shadowhunter dropped me and cried out.
I was back under the dark waves of unconsciousness by the time I hit the ground. I didn't even feel the impact.
I slunk over reluctantly, bending down slightly to look at the Greater Demon. He looked farther along than I was, most were anyhow. I clucked my tongue and stepped back, looking around but not saying anything.
She kicked me, and I dropped her, falling over. God, it hurt! "Oh, dear..." I groaned, standing up. I wasn't sure whether to pick up the demon or not. I looked around, embarrassed. The Ledondale and Nephili jerks were sure to laugh at me.
"Well, what's to be done with it?" I demanded. "Now that it's here, we have to DO something with it. We can't just leave it here, you know! That sleeping rune is fading already, and it was the strongest one I know."
((Ellis specializes in sleeping runes, BTW. If he's fighting someone or something way stronger than him he'll use them.))
I looked down at the limp body at my feet uneasily. The demon was already beginning to awaken, and all hell would surely break loose once she awakened completely. It was sure to be in a rage of fiery fury once it awakened, and would they keep it from killing me if it chose to do so? I doubted it. They were unlikely to attempt to save me if it were to possibly endanger their own lives. Who wants that stupid git Ellis to live, anyway? He's a waste of space. Even his own parents don't want him. His own mother had told him she wished she'd killed him the second he took a breath of life the last time he'd seen her.
Tears began to burn at my eyes, but I forced them back. I couldn't afford to cry in front of these people.
"Well?" I asked, looking around at them.
I wasn't any sort of official around here, more of a newbie around here. But having been just recently arrived from the underworld or whatever you'd like to call it and Garret and Francis were being stupid, I decided to step in. "We can take her to a room. Once she rouses, maybe I can talk to her." I offered, not elaborating on why it would be best for me to talk to her just saying it. I looked to the boy, waiting for an answer.
"I guess that's acceptable..." I could tell the girl was also a demon, but whatever. I picked the demon girl from off the ground. "I'll take her inside, then." I nodded. I was really surprised that Nephili and Ledondale hadn't said anything they considered as clever and witty insults. They didn't like me, that was for sure, and considering our fights had often come to blows it was even more astounding that they weren't at least trying to insult me.
I nodded, leading the way inside and heading towards the stairs, starting to climb, my hand sliding along the rail as to not stumble and fall. I glanced back to make sure the boy was following and continued on when that was confirmed. When we reached the second floor, I led the way down the hall towards the next empty room next to mine.
I followed silently. I knew my way around here pretty well- I did live here after all, even though I didn't spend much time here. I didn't like keeping around the Institute- only orphan kids lived at the Institute, and I wasn't a orphan kid. I had parents, they just didn't want me around them.
I opened the door, breathing in the stuffy scent of the small and condensed room. I wasn't sure if anyone really cared about anything going at this point.
This room wasn't used much. I shuffled inside and dumped the demon girl on the bed. She continued to sleep fitfully, tossing and turning and occasionally squeaking as if she were afraid.
I suddenly woke, and finding myself in a strange place in a strange bed and not knowing how I got there, I panicked.
"Well, look at that. She's awake." I said under my breath, turning my back on the window I had been peering out of and looking at the fellow demon girl. "Hey there, calm down!"
I squeaked in fear and began to cry, rubbing at my eyes like a small child.
"It is alright. You are somewhere safe. Do you need some water? Food?" I said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
I jerked away from her hand as though burned. I pressed myself into the corner- the bed was placed against the east wall where it met the north wall so that the head of the bed had one corner pressed into the vertex of the two walls- and began to keen softly.
I was probably a rather pathetic sight- wasn't I always?- with my hair bow askew and my face red and blotchy and my eyes swollen and my dress rumpled and dirty.
((Oh, I found a better pic for Vieno, it's at http://image.dek-d.com/24/1057218/107402917))
I looked to Ellis, totally confused as what to do. I crouched down, eye level with the girl. "Do you need anything?" I repeated slowly and softly.
I cowered away and drew my knees up so they hid my face. I sobbed piteously, though I tried to hide my tears. "Ei, jätä minut rauhaan! Teen mitä tahansa, please! Älä satuta minua!" I pleaded. Clearly, the girl could not understand me. It seemed no one in this bizarre English land spoke Finnish, and I could barely speak English.
"Tuota, en aio tehdä mitään satuttaa sinua. Olemme täällä auttamassa." I had no clue how I knew how to speak Finnish. I guess it's one of the few perks to being a demon.
"Ei! En luota sinuun! Jätä minut rauhaan, mene pois! Mitä ihmiset haluavat minulta? En tiedä mitään siitä, mitä tapahtuu demoni maailmassa! En ole koskaan edes ollut siellä!" I sobbed hysterically. "Ole hyvä, en vain halua lähteä! Ole hyvä, anna minun mennä! Sinä et ymmärrä, sinun täytyy päästää minut menemään!"
I didn't believe her. She had to be lying. Why would a Greater Demon side with Shadowhunters against another Greater Demon? What would they do to me? "Ei, en usko sinua! Sinä valehtelet!" I whimpered, trying to scrunch back further into the corner. I just wanted to be left alone, why did these things always happen to me? "Pysy kaukana minusta!"
Francis and I hung close together and I looked over at him. He glanced down at me and we both shrugged, fallowing them all in and closing the door. Mrs. Amelia was long gone into her office, Ellis was probably upstairs with Maeve and that other Greater Demon. "Quid inferorum hic agitur? Quid cum maiores Demons circa Institute of CUSPIS? Maeve erat putas?" I asked in Latin. Francis shrugged and replied, "Puella sit amet. Expectare non potes scire yet. Habeo, cur non sit Maeve figuratum fuit hic latet circa primum, nedum quid aliud maius est daemon. Nam contra nos?"
I sighed and stood up, glancing at Ellis. Maybe he could figure this girl out. I poked my head out of the doorway of the room, looking up and down the hall, wondering where Garret and Francis were.
"Possibly." Garret said, out of Latin, and I suggested some more, "Omnia potest. Quis novit. Ut wisi videtur." "Videtur." Garret scoffed and I smiled, leaning against the wall, chaning to Greek just to change things up. "Ω καλά. Υποθέτω ότι θα βρούμε στο χρόνο."
I glanced back into the room before venturing out, pacing around the corner and seeing the duo. "What are you two up to?"
"Nihil." I said, glancing at Garret as he surpressed a smile. "Nothing." he said.
"I understood it the first time." Weirdly, all languages were automatically translated when I heard them. To me, I was always speaking the demonic tongue we did in the Underworld but it was filtered to English to people here. "Do you know we have a scared demon girl over in that room?" I asked, nodding towards the room I had just exited.
"Should have used our own language." I spoke aloud, not really into the whole thing. I remembered the language Francis and I had made. It was genius. Francis choked laughed and said, "Gahil non atuita eli tonitos nis loo?" then glanced at Maeve, "I figured."
That was just gibberish and I didn't care. I waved a hand dismissively. "Are you guys going to do anything about the situation?"
"Dued ast. Tonit, tonit derrp." we both laughed and then I looked at her, "Like what?" I asked, curious.
"I do not know! I am not exactly the head of this Institute nor have I been here very long! Why am I suddenly in charge of this?" I snapped, starting to get angry.
"No one said you were." I said, hearing Garret mutter, "Ta on parem kui Ellis..." I smiled. I stood for a moment, trying to hold back fits of giggles. Miss Amelia came walking down the hallway and smacked my head lightly and I died, Garret right after me. We were soon on the floor. It had been a long time since we had insulted Ellis. Miss Amelia rolled her eyes, "I have contacted the Enclave, but just one of them. We are suggested to put a few demon runes around the door until we find out why she's here."
I rolled my eyes at the idiots on the ground and nodded to Miss Amelia. Turning away, my dress ruffling as I headed back down the hall, unsure of what to do at this point. Maybe try to talk to the demon girl again?
"Ma ei saa oodata, et kasutada seda solvanguga Ellis nägu! Võttes Greater Demon midagi parem kui tema, eriti Shadowhunter asi." Francis said and we died again and I looked up towards Maeve.
"I can not understand your sick obsession with insulting Ellis. What did he do to you two?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking at them.
We both stopped laughing, looking up at her. Garret didn't reply, merely got up and walked away. "It's a touchy subject." I explained.
I shook my head. "Right. Obviously." I chided, turning to walk off.
"Fine don't believe me." (Hope you don't mind if I make up something, Sylvie ^^) I hopped up, fallowing after her. "Besides the on and off bullying war we all three have Ellis's dad wasn't the nicest, to say, and he did some pretty horrible things to 'Nephili's mother."
"So you blame him for his father's actions?" I questioned, keeping a steady stride as I turned a corner.
"Not exactly, Ellis has done plenty of other things that make up for it, mind you." I shook my head. She wouldn't understand. Wheeling around I started towards Nephili.
"Whatever you say." I said uncertainly, disappearing into my room, latching the door behind me. I sat down on my bed, trying to think. A sudden thought popped into my mind; what if I could travel into the Underworld whenever I pleased instead of being dragged there by my father or something?
I cowered in my room, sobbing quietly. I had no idea what they wanted from me. I just wanted to go home to Finland. "Lady Lilith, suojella minua!" I prayed quietly to the mother of demons. With her blessing, I could live through this. I looked at the Shadowhunter boy. "Sillä rakkaus varjo hän, joka suojelee pimeyden, kerro minun mennä! Olen raskaana, kiitos, haluan vain olla lapseni rauhassa! Anna minun mennä takaisin Suomessa!" I begged. He didn't understand. I could see it in his expression. I lost all hope. The other Demon could understand me, but would she help? I doubted it. The Shadowhunter boy left the room. It frightened me. Was he going to tell the others to kill me?
"Nephili, Ledondale! The Demon's talking, but it's not speaking English." I nodded towards the Demon girl beside them. "Can she talk to her? She understood what the other one was saying before."
I nodded, walking back into the room and catching the last part of what the Demon said. I stopped and looked at her. "Raskaana?" I asked in disbelief. I crouched down again in front of her. "Er, haluatko mennä kotiin? Pois täältä?"
She had heard what I'd said. Surely she was not seriously offering to let me go? She clearly sided with the Shadowhunters, and theywould not one me to go free. "Kyllä! Mutta olen hyvin varma, että he eivät anna minun. Poika täällä aiemmin ... Hän sanoi jotain et pakota minua jätä, luulen." I murmured. Obviously, this girl was one of the Demons who were gifted with the ability to understand any language. I certainly could not. "He eivät koskaan vapauttaa raskaana Demon poikimista odottavat. Tiedät sen. Tiedän sen. Älä valehtele." I sighed, feeling unusually bold.
I drummed my fingers for a moment, knowing what she said was most likely true. "He eivät voi ymmärtää sinua vaikka. Ehkä, jos ne eivät selvittää olet raskaana, he päästän teidät. Jos ei, voin hiipiä sinua ulos." I said thoughtfully, think about if I could figure out how to transport myself to the underworld on demand, maybe I could go to other places.
I'd decided. They ought to know about the Demon's condition. "The Demon girl I brought here- she's pregnant. She said so when she was trying to convince me not to bring her here. Thought you guys should know." I said casually as I could, then walked back to the Demon's room to see how things were going in there.
"They will find out." I managed to piece together from my broken English. I moved my arms out of the way to reveal a swollen and distended stomach. This late in my pregnancy, it could not remain hidden. "Too late in raskaus. They will see. Not easily hidden."
When I stepped inside, I saw for myself the extent of the palid-haired demon girl's "condition."
Her stomach was HUGE- how had I not noticed that? I CARRIED her to the Institute, how did I miss something like that?!
"We have to let her go home." I said, standing up and brushing my skirts free of dirt and looking at Ellis.
"No!" I shouted. "I'm a Shadowhunter- I'm not going to let that thing and its spawn run loose in this world!"
People could think of me what they wanted, but I was a Shadowhunter and I did my job with pride. I killed demons, I didn't let them walk all over me and do whatever they pleased. The Clave could learn much more about demons if the demon stayed where it was. I couldn't let it get away.
"She is helpless and not doing any harm to anyone! Do you not realize that not all demons are the same and certain breeds have different cultures, how they go about situations. You have to let her go." I argued stiffly, my teeth gritted as I took a step defensively towards Ellis. I had no clue if everything I said was true but I knew that I was looking to kill anybody or cause some huge issue.
"Maybe she isn't hurting anybody, but how can you say her spawn won't? Besides, it's probably not even up to me if she goes free!" I argued back, tersely.
"She is bound to raise it and perhaps she can make sure the offspring won't wreak havoc!" I insisted, starting to really get agitated.
"We can't take that risk! She's a weakling, and who knows what kind of demon that thing will be? For all we know, it'll kill her the second it's born and then go on to kill every Mundane and Shadowhunter in a 200-mile radius!" I retorted. I was really nervous- what if the Clave agreed to let this thing go?
I clenched my teeth, trying to find a loophole in Ellis's logic. I couldn't find anything, that didn't help. I stomped my foot in frustration. "We have to let her go. No one deserves having to have a baby and be imprisoned." I growled.
"Well, think about it this way- she's a weak demon, and god only knows what her child will be, and if the thing is more powerful than she is... Well, just think how many human women die in childbirth- if that thing's stronger than she is, it would probably kill her." I pointed out. "And another thing- she'll probably be alone when her child comes if we let her go, and think how many ways she could die then."
I clucked my tongue, thinking it over and an idea surfacing. "What if we keep her here while she has the child and til she becomes strong enough to deal with it on her own, we let her go?" I proposed.
"Acceptable. And if the child is too strong for her to handle EVER?" I agreed reluctantly, I didn't like the idea of just letting it go. But the black-haired demon girl's plan was logical. Assess the threat, and if it was too dangerous there were enough Shadowhunters here to effectively take the child down.
"We will let the Clave handle the child if it becomes to hazardous." I replied with a sigh of relief. I didn't think Ellis would sway from his original opinion, I was lucky.
"Acceptable." I deemed it. It was a logical plan, and not too idealistic. It was acceptable, though I doubted its mother would let anyone "deal" with her child. I didn't really know why, but she seemed as though she would be very unwilling to give up the child even if it tried to kill her.
I glanced back, wondering if the girl had heard. "Hopefully, all will go well." I sighed, whether or not Garret or Francis would agree was another thing but I didn't care.
I had followed their conversation well enough to know their plan and begin to panic. They wanted to kill my child. I would feign ignorance to see what else they had shoved up their sleeves.
I strode back over to the fellow Demon girl, kneeling down to her eye level. "We're going to keep you here for now, let you have your child and see what happens." I explained slowly, unsure if she followed me or not.
I leaned against the door-frame, hidden by the shadow of darkness as the sun started to fade- only showing it's light near Ellis. I listened, catching every word, trying to make sense of the language I did not know. I only knew bits and pieces- Finland, child, Lord, help. Those were the only things I got. "What is her name, is what I think we should find out first." I didn't agree or disagree. It made me half smile as I watched all three of them jump.
I glared at Francis, hating the fact that I had been startled. I ignored what he said. "If you've been paying attention, we've made a decision on what we'll be doing with her." We didn't know her name but I said nothing about that.
"But I have been paying attention, love. I don't think it's a very wise decision, mind you, but it would make us seem like we have hospitality- some more than others-" a pointed look at Elllis, "If we took the liberty of knowing her name."
I twitched a bit at that, trying not to show it. I turned to the girl, she still seemed a bit confused and uptight, not exactly up for questioning. I said nothing, sighing and adjusting my skirts a bit aimlessly.
"Deus misereatur ejus." I muttered, looking at the pregnant demon. "Aut quid Dominus respicit super eam." I added, not quite sure about that. Looking at my hand I turned around and walked away without saying anything.
That translation for Francis was supposed to say, "God have mercy on her," and then, "Or whatever lord watches over her." for anyone curious.
I decided I would approach the Demon girl again once she had calmed down, if she actually did anyhow. I sighed again and looked at Ellis. "I think 'tis best to leave her be for the time being. She should rest and once she if more comfortable and calm, perhaps we can talk to her more." I said, looking at the Demon girl and smiling reassuringly before stepping out into the hallway, wondering what to do next.
Muttering a bit about the demon I felt suddenly tired. It had been a long day, had it not? Not only was Mae-- Ms. Silster being stubborn and acting like she pratically owned the place, which I saw as a challenge, but Ellis was here too. Life was either worse or different.
I walked along the half-lit hallway, my boots quietly thunking on the carpeted floor. I could tell Francis was purposely challenging me. If he wanted to be useful, he should've been involved in the conversation in the first place.
"Stop scowling." I called back, not having to look at her. "You look much prettier when you smile." I opened my door and walked in, closing it and walking towards my dresser.
I rolled my eyes, walking past his door without saying anything or changing my pace. I clasped my hands behind my back and headed towards the stairs, considering a walk.
I thought for a moment. That, what I just said, was going to bug her more than she knew it. It made me smile.
I walked swiftly down the stairs, walking right towards the big front doors and pushing one open, stepping out onto the wide stone porch and letting the door click shut behind me. I looked right and left, seeing nothing suspicious.
I had walked into my room and took a shower, flopping down onto my bed after I looked decent, staring at the boring ceiling. My room was not messy. Ms. Amelia would not allow any of our rooms to be messy. It was just a fact.
I walked out into the courtyard, the chilly breeze making my skirts rustle around me feet. I wrapped the cloak I had brought along tighter around me, pulling the hood up. My boots clumped on the cobblestone as I walked looking around. I swallowed, spotting a familiar dark figure; my father. I saw his head turn and I could tell he spotted me. I couldn't go through any more of his antics. I whirled on my heel and ran.
I knocked on Ms. Amelias door, now downstairs, and waited for her to answer. She didn't and I heard a soft, choking noise. I opened the door and she was sitting on her loveseat, crying. Covering it up, she was trying, but I went to sit next to her. "Go away." "Nah."
I pushed two women aside blocking my route. I could hear the disapproving chattering and I honestly did not care whatsoever. I glanced back at them only to run head on into something as stable as a brick wall, knowing I was not that lucky. "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!" I screamed at him, kicking out as he lifted me from the ground. "Demon girl, you know the law. You are never to help any beings, your kind or not. Especially not those of your kind. It is every festering man for himself in this world." He hissed, I desperately tried to break free, knowing it was futile.
As I descended down the stairs, since I could hear Francis talking to Ms. Amelia, I knew it was my chance to sneak out and get some air. I passed by most the rooms that were occupied and made it to the bottom.
My breath disappeared in a wisp as his grip tightened around my neck, pinning me against the alley wall. "I trust you can recall what disobedience of Demonic Law is." He slid a knife from his sleeve, running it along my right cheek bone. I clenched my teeth as to not cry out. I tried kicking out again and only got kick to the gut that made my vision flutter.
I laughed hysterically when I got out of the Institute. Had I forgot to mention that we weren't really supposed to leave? I put my hand onto my head, trying to decide where to go. I took a right but decided at the last second to go left.
"Filthy child. I knew you were to be useless when you were conceived. Your blood is that of a mortal, you have no right to the title Greater Demon." I he said, his breath musty and tone sinister. The knife slashed across my left forearm and I finally cried out. He kicked me again and I fell in a heap at his feet. My throat was bound to bruise and I could feel blood running down my arm and face. I quivered, practically curled into a ball, awaiting the next punishments.
I heard the loud cry, as it was not too far away from where I was. I had just bought a muffin at a stand and was walking forward, towards the sound. I almost missed the alleyway where the commotion was. "Maeve?" I dropped my muffin, "What in Gods name is this?" my eyes darted around the scene.
"Garret?" My voice slurred and it was scratchy. I coughed, my face was covered in dirt and blood and whatever else was on the ground. Utterly disgusting. My father spat at Garret's feet, a sign of distaste. "You have no business here, Shadowhunter."
I made a noise, "Yes, see, about that, Demon," I narrowed my eyes and spat back at him, my spit landing on his shoulder, "I don't really appreciate some guy, no matter what age, shape, size, or being, picking on this girl, so it is my business."
My vision was swimming but I made a point of focusing on their conversation. My father clucked his tongue, shaking his head and wiping the spit off his shoulder dismissively. "Ignorant Shadowhunter, you have no business in a man's doings with his own daughter."
The Shadowhunter boy hadn't left. I was exhausted, and in no mood to put up with whatever game he was playing. I spoke in a very heavily accented voice when I addressed him. "What do you want, Shadowhunter?"
I sat down on the floor by her bed, dropping my tough guy act for once. "What is your name, by any chance?" She didn't answer. "I won't hurt you now, you know. I'd be in serious trouble if I did." Still no answer. "Why won't you answer me?" She didn't respond. "Why won't you tell me your name?" I asked. She merely glared at me and remained stonily silent. I sighed. She wasn't going to answer me.
Then I switched tactics. "What are you going to name your baby?" I asked. She seemed surprised at this.
I smiled, thinking of my child. "Pikku. Pikku Unelma. It means "Little Dream" in my tongue." I replied.
"What kind of Demon is your child going to be? What kind of Demon are you, anyway?" I asked. "Sorry if that sounds rude. I'm just curious."
"Me? I'm a Greater Demon, and I'm only as weak as I am right now because I'm pregnant. As for the specific type, I'm a Dream-type Demon. My child will be the same." I mused quietly, rubbing my swollen stomach with one hand, absentmindedly. "Pikku unelma, poikani tai tyttäreni, minä rakastan sinua niin." I whispered almost inaudibly.
I suddenly felt like I was intruding. Her whispered words seemed far too personal. "So, you really care about your baby?" I asked. "I don't know why, but I can't imagine that."
"And why is that?" I snarled, though that was hardly threatening. I was a sorry sight, and pretty much nothing could make me look frightening.
I laughed a loud, obnoxious laugh. "You're--" some more laughter. Once I calmed down, I had an amused expression, "You're Maeve's father. I should have seen that coming." with a shrug, "But seriously, you probably should know by now that an 'ignorant Shadowhunter' can beat your asinus." the last word was in Latin, since I didn't care to say it in English. With a flick of my wrist I had whipped out Teztacotlo, it burning bright.
I blinked at the burning light, being a younger Demon, I reacted much more to Angelic weapons. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stay conscious. I nearly cried out again as I was hauled off the ground by my father. I felt him put a blade to my neck and I swallowed, wishing I hadn't taken this seemingly lovely stroll. "Little children shouldn't play with knives." My father growled.
I had no snide response to that as I stared at them, thoughts and tactics running through my brain. "Da mihi robur, Angelus Raziel, ut eam liberent puella." I neared, looking a bit deadly. "Hm. Your a very bad father, if I may say."
"A Demon father is much different from that of human." He said slyly, digging the blade of the knife slightly into my neck. He took a step towards Garret, my feet dragging limply on the ground. "You still have a chance to walk away."
"Eh." I shrugged, whiping Teztacotlo onto my jacket, it burning it a bit. I smiled. Teztacotlo was my favorite weapon for a reason. Another name for it, in Latin, was Resiliant. It meant rebound. I flung the blade at his head, slicing cleanly and deeply as it flung around, coming back into my hand without another noise besides it's sizzling.
I felt my father stumble and I knew his rage had just spiked. He threw me aside, my head hitting the wall jarringly. I clenched my teeth, completely dizzy. My father sliced his hand through the air, sending Garret flying into the wall. I winced, wishing I could help.
"Heh." I laughed, struggling to my feet and whiping my hand off my coat, deciding to take it off, my black t-shirt and pants oddly matching. I rubbed my hand over my mouth, trying not to wince in pain. My expression was creased, my rage spiking as well. I was so easily angered by these demons. "Nice hit." I shook my head, eyes glazing over and then becoming strictly trained on Maeve's father's face. "Right about now I'm sure she wouldn't be angry if I killed you." with a jump, was was suddenly very close to him, swinging accurately.
"Personal experience. My mother never cared much for me, so it's hard to imagine a mother who DOES love her child." I explained.
Despite the pain, my father let out a cackling hoot of laughter. "Kill me, oh you ignorant child. Unlike your meager kind, killing is only a...minor setback for me. As the Dominous Daemonium, it is barely such." He smacked Garret aside and grabbed me again by the collar of my dress. My eyes opened a crack my jaw tensed. "But her, this...vile creation that I ashamed to call my own, is tainted by her mother's blood. Meaning, death is the end of her." I slid out a blade that glowed a faint green and rolled it across my fingers playfully, smirking. "Give up your fight, Shadowhunter or she dies."
"You'll kill her anyway." I spat at him, glaring. Hm. I was risking it for a demon. Better be greatful, I thought, shaking my head, my adrenaline rushing through my veins. A thought popped into my head, and I smiled a deathly smile.
"Not quite yet. She can still by slightly useful." I said with a shrug and a grin.
"Okay." I shrugged, throwing Teztacotlo at his hand, sizzling straight through it as it fell to the ground, not holding on to Maeve anymore with the knife. I opened Yelatutly and it sizzled after it's sister, slicing the other hand.
My father's grip loosened and I ungracefully twisted from it, landing on the ground and wincing. My father cried out in rage and stumbled back, trying to set up another attack. "Garret...Institute...Now..." I managed to growl before my father could do anything.
With a quick step I was next to her, picking her up with some grace, starting in a jog away from her father, who was yelling in rage. "That was fun!" I said in a cheerful voice.
"I think I am going to pass out and I cannot at this very moment generate sarcastic replies so please, let's just get to the Institute. It is not very far off." I replied stiffly, the world was spinning and I had to close my eyes in order not to lose my breakfast.
"Kay." I sighed, looking forward to one of those replies, actually. Not many girls talked to us like that. It was fun and interesting. My jog broke into a run when I realized, we were a good distance away. I held her closer so she wasn't jostled as my run turned to a sprint.
I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. My father was scarily powerful, I hadn't forgotten that. He was also very very strict to Demonic Law which was what got me into this mess.
I didn't say anything, though snide comments were floating to my mouth. I kept it close as I approached the big cathedral of the Institute. Blinking I was soon there, opening the door and wishing a grant for the demon girl to come in. It was allowed.
"I do not intend to be rude but Garret, it would be best if you took me to the lavatory before I barf on your nice jacket." I said painfully, smirking though it hurt.
I snorted. It WAS a nice jacket, though, so I didn't do anything else. Ledondale was probably going to blame me and then yell at me. Haha. I walked around a corner and down some stairs. Underground, though the walls concealed us from knowing it, I set her down onto the cold, concrete floor, gently.
I propped myself up on a wall, letting my head thunk on it. I swallowed back the bile again and tried to steady myself. Luckily, the blood on my face and arm had hardened but I had still lost a lot of it and I most likely had a concussion. I knew I was a mess mentally and physically. "Can I have water by chance?"
I nodded, rearing out of the corner and going down the hall. We had an icebox stocked down here every day by the maids, it was the first thing they did though no one usually came down here. I found the tap and started to run the water into a tin cup, some ice in it. I rushed back.
I took the cup and took a swig gratefully. I coughed a bit, inhaling some of the water involuntarily. The water cleared my head automatically and things seemed to go from blurry slowly to clear. "Thank you, Garret. You saved my life." I said, my voice still scratchy and my head still against the wall, eyes closed.
I shrugged though I knew she wouldn't be able to see it. I wasn't one to say, "Your welcome," in many cases. I tapped my foot, thinking momentarily. "You should sleep, gain energy and blood."
I opened one eye to look at him, wondering what was going through his mind at the moment. I pushed the thought out of my head and exhaled slowly. "Probably smart." I agreed as I closed my eyes again.
"Can you get up?" I asked, staring down at her. My thoughts were pretty bland at the moment, other than the hatred for her father and the dumbfoundedness of my actions.
I opened both my eyes and sat up a bit more, reaching up and gingerly curling my scarily pale fingers around a brick, hauling myself to my feet and wavering a bit but still on my feet. "...Yes..."
I countered, "No." at the same moment and let out a small smile. "Your not stable." I said, amused, but not moving.
"I assure you, I am fine." I said stubbornly, putting a hand on the wall and taking a careful step.
I felt the anger drain out of me, leaving my heart empty for a startling second before it was refilled, this time with pity. "I see." I murmured. At times, I could barely imagine a mother who did not love her son or daughter. Then I remembered my own mother, who beat me within an inch of my life so many times I would never be able to count them all. But she HAD loved me. She really had. She just wasn't always able to love me gently.
I laughed but didn't retort with anything else. She was struggling. Would I let her fall? Would I not? Did I want to catch her? Did I want her to bash her head? Those thoughts ran through my head, making me feel like a maniac. I wanted to laugh.
"It's not hard to see. Maybe she did care. I wouldn't know. I haven't seen her in four years now. It'll be exactly five years ago tomorrow. Some days I can barely remember what she looks like. As soon as I was born, she dumped me here at the Institute and went back to fighting demons like I'd never existed." I said somberly. I had no idea why I was spilling my guts to this Demon girl- maybe it was she just seemed trustworthy. I didn't know why, but I found myself trusting her.
My mind was wandering all over the place and I couldn't concentrate on any one thing for more than a second. For a moment I remembered the demon and Ellis upstairs and wondered if everything was alright. I then stumbled in my slow and graceless stroll and at last minute was able to grab a brick that jutted from the wall and haul myself upright. I glared at Garret, seeing the laughter in his eyes and kept going.
I coughed, "If I was a bad person I would have stuck my foot out and tripped you, just to let you know." With a smile I started towards her, my hand out and eyes trusting.
"I appreciate you not being a complete asshole." I replied, taking his hand and reluctantly letting go of the wall.
I had to glide her out of the room. "Stairs..." I muttered, looking at her, "Do you think you can make it?" I looked at the stairs again, the seemed long and dark instead of the short and light they had looked from the top.
I set my jaw and nodded, determined I could do this. I tested my free hand which was attached to the blood-stained arm and put it to the railing. It seemed secure enough.
I casually put my arm around her waist, forgetting about my coat sadly, which I would leave down there to rot and get cold. I had plenty more. I wanted to mutter some words of hatred towards her father, but that would be odd...wouldn't it.
I was pissed off but also grateful for Garret's help. I let a hand trail the wall just in case and to fuel some of my pride. I didn't say anything, my mind was still jumbled.
I didn't say anything. We were almost up the stairs when my ears perked. I thought I heard something but blinked it off. Clearing my head we reached the top and I let go, face not betraying much besides thoughtfulness, concern, and a bit of confusion. Oh well. "Are you hungry?"
"A bit but I'd rather just have some water at this point." I replied stiffly, not giving any of my scatter-brained thoughts away.
"You can start to your room then." I shrugged, starting towards the kitchen, "I'll be back with the water." Ms. Amelia would be proud, I laughed internally.
I nodded, feeling a bit better now that I had walked around a bit. I sighed and headed towards the lift and pressing the call button.
I walked slowly to the kitchen, hearing Ms. Amelia in her office, rampaging around. She seemed like she was thinking and I poked my head into give her a quick update. She was in her own little land, and waved me away saying, "Go make your own biscuts." I had to laugh at that.
"Garret!" I said in a sing song voice as Maeve disappeared up the lift. "Are you sweet on the Demon girl? I saw the look in your eye." I teased. (I forgot about Kadri. xD)
I found her, punching her arm. "No, she just happened to be almost killed by her father so I happened to decide to be nice, Kadri." rolling my eyes, I started into the kitchen, "You can take this up to her then, see how much I care."
I clucked my tongue following him around and not extending a hand to take the glass. "I bet you are lying! Being nice was the least of your concerns." I grinned, knowing he wanted to kill me but also knowing deep down this was most likely true.
I rolled my eyes. "You keep telling yourself that." I took a glass out and started to fill it, dropping ice into it. I grinned a foolish grin back, mocking her. "You don't know me at all."
"Haha, I've only been living with you for most of my life. There's no possible way I know what goes around your tiny inferior mind." I said, rolling my eyes dramatically and mockingly.
"That's terrible!" I breathed in sharply. "My mother- it was a similar situation. I- I think she loved me. I don't know. She- she never abandoned me, though. My- my mother beat me, instead." I whispered.
"That's horrible. That's even worse." I whispered, in shock. "I'm so sorry."
I didn't smile and rolled my eyes back, sticking my tongue out, "You are an idiot." I said, shrugging.
"Pah, there is no need to state the obvious." I circled Garret again, still grinning. "Do you think the Clave will be pissed when they find out your crush?" I teased further.
I snorted in exasperation and pushed her aside. "Pay attention to Ledondale once in a while, will ya?" was all I said, walking down the hall. I hoped she understood what I meant.