Hello, everyone! *insert creepily happy smile here*
Kidding. Not creepy at all. Or is it?

Anyway, this is my first fanfiction, and my first attempt as well.
I've been in love with the Mortal Instruments for a few months now. And even though I love reading, I have only made it until the second book. But, I'm working on it. So please be patient with me. ;)
However, I hope you enjoy the story. I'll try to update as often as possible, if you guys like it. (Don't hesitate to rate and leave some feedback in the comments. But remember: This is my first fanfic. Also, there might be a few mistakes, since I'm German and still learning to write in English. I really do give my best, though. :P )
Thank you ver much, and now shush, please read!


"Ana!" Even though it was calm, the voice of the guy on the seat next to her cut through the silence like a blade. "Turn off your phone, it's annoying."

Anastasia hadn't even noticed the vibrations that seemed to bring her bag alive. In a quick motion she reached out for it and rolled her eyes at the photo of her father, who seemed to be calling for the third time in a row. It felt like a ages to her since she'd last seen him in person, when in reality it had only been five months.

"Passport? Money? Do you have your address?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Keys?"
"Yes. Dad, I'm fine."
"What about your passport?"
"Still in my bag, Dad. I'll call you as soon as I get there, promise."
"You better. I'll miss you."

The flashback hit Ana like something she'd tried to forget, which, in actual fact, she had been avoiding for months. Since she'd come to London for her first semester at university. Since the beginning of her own life, her own independent life, without travelling, without moving, without the protection of her father.

"Thanks," Ana flashed the guy next to her a swift smile and was just about to say something else as the teacher let them know about the end of the lecture, which, surprisingly let a smile appear on Anastasia's face. "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" Was all she added before grabbing her bag and heading towards the exit.

Of course she loved uni, she enjoyed being here, but at the same time she knew that finishing the last lecture on a Friday meant a lot of time to herself. Time that she didn't have to spend working at a café in order to pay her bills, or at her tiny flat to study for the next day, it meant having two days of fun and time to spend exploring London. The city she'd always wanted to call her home, though even after half a year of living there, she still didn't know all about it.

Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, the brunette girl made her way, or more like squeezed- through the halls, towards the giant doors that marked the exit out of the university. Before walking out into the cold December air, she quickly picked up her camera and her book about Fine Arts from her locker.

The air was as cold as ice and refreshed her entire body as she jogged down the steps and crossed the road which was the one that lead the way straight to the building her flat was in. Instead of taking the bus at night (It was about 9 pm), Ana always enjoyed walking the two miles, since it was the only time of the day she could spend outside, when she had to be inside the giant building of the University most of the time.

Her breath immediately turned into swirling whiffs of air as it touched the air, and apart from here there were only a very few cars, since the street was quite small and narrow and difficult to drive through.

Suddenly, a loud noise. Her phone. Again.

"Dad?" She whispered, pressing the mobile against her cheek, using it to give her face a small amount of warmth.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was in the middle of a lecture and couldn't pick up. Are you alright?"

"I was worried, Anastasia Ferrand!"

He sounded angry while at the same time his voice showed a hint of relief as well. Ana could very well imagine his face, with cheeks red, his eyes wide open, but with a soft smile on his lips, which always showed her how much he loved her.

"I'm fine, Dad. Really. I'm on my way home-" Wait.

Something had moved near her, but she didn't turn. Probably just a bird.

Birds. It was always birds she used to belittle situations.

"Are you sure? Ana, I was thinking about visiting you in a few weeks."

Closing her eyes, the brunette shook her head, letting her brown hair bounce around her shoulders.

She would love to see her father again, but during the 18 years she'd spent with him she'd never seen an actual school, she'd never had friends for a long time. The only friend she'd had was Lennart.

Lennart had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, even though they'd always had to cope with an enormous amount of miles between them, due to Ana's father's job and the travelling, and ever since she could remember she'd had to join him on his trips. The only person she'd had for longer than a month or so was her private teacher Angus, who'd always come with them as well.

"Yes," Knowing that she didn't really have a choice, she gave in. "I'd love you to come." She said, trying to sound convincing. Her father had always only had her. Of course there was her brother, Wyatt, but right after finding out about his magical abilities, the boy had left Anastasia and their father behind, like their mother had before him.

"Are you sure?" Ana hated him for always repeating that one question.

The sudden grip on her arm made the young girl shriek out, but she used her spare hand to cover her phone so that her father wasn't able to hear it.

"Dad, I'll call you back!"