Chelsea Nachtraaf was just another Shadowhunter.
Though she preferred her half mundane, half faerie mother's last name, which was Shattered.
Chell Bell Shattered, that's how people always called her and she liked it, very much.
She was currently sucking on a ice cube, but spit it out as it hurt her teeth.
'oh not the dentist again...' She thought sourly.
And yes, she was familiar with the dentist, unlike many Shadowhunters.
After all, she had been raised by her half mundane mother in the mundane world, occasionally stopping by the Amsterdam Intitute, so she could train there.
Amsterdam was a lovely city if you asked her.
The medieval acrhitecture was briljant. Building from centuries ago rose from the ground from a distance and some were even threatening to fall on their sides and collapse just because of their old age.
Boats drifted on the glittering water as the sun shone.
It was a warm winter this year, if she remembered correctly it was the warmest winter in the Netherlands in three hundred years.
The normally cold country has had experienced not a single drop of snow until so far.
It was strange in her point of view, mother nature was so upset.
As if she could feel that the whole world was messed up.
She sighed as she slipped in the street leading to Waterstones, possibly her favourite bookstore.
Most bookstores were closing now a days, probably because of that reading wasn't popular so much anymore and most people stole it from the Internet.
Chell Bell would be lying if she said she never did it herself. She has done so a few times. But she still preferred books, their beautiful pressed pages and their lovely old smell gave her a familiar feeling.
The feeling of being home.
She passed the faceless crowd with a sigh, knowing all those mundanes didn't knew the danger and was envious if she was allowed to admit it.
They still had their innocence and for a partly mundane and Downworlder and Shadowhunter, she has lost her own innocence before she even had the right to claim it.
All she did was train and kill.
She was made for it and it sickened her.
They always needed her angelic and fair side, never her mundane one.
She hadn't had the time to cuddle with a boyfriend in the Vondel Park, like so many other teens in Amsterdam did.
She had been there a few times, when she was finally allowed to escape it all.
She had seen two boys, throwing such a American Football ball thingy at eachother from such a distance Chell Bell had wondered if they were Dutch proffesionals.
She had seen a fat man in his late forties in only sandels, an orange T-shirt and a huge orange diaper as pants.
Believe her when she said it was hilarious, because she was totally laughing her ass of as soon as he was out of hearing range.
But she almost never had the time, the peace.
She loved it there, or on the Max Havelaar court, with huge chess pieces that were so big that their length was until her knees and people loved to play with the huge chess pieces a regular game of chess out in the open, with benches so people could watch and little shops and bars that happily gave you a nice drink besides alcohol like Coca Cola for example and you could just relax in the court, with the sun shining on your face.
Chell Bell lived here with her English mother, so she mostly spoke English, but she was fluent in Dutch as wel.
Her dad, well actually the man whom fathered her had left her mother when she was four, but her mom never had wanted to leave.
So she stayed here, and Chell Bell did so as well.
It was why the sixteen year old girl preferred her mom's last name, Shattered above her dad's Shadowhunter's last name Nachtraaf.
Though she was barely sixteen.
Her birthday had been less then a month ago.
She stepped into the store with a sigh of relief and happiness to be surrounded by books for once, instead of weapons.
She climbed her way onto the stairs, towards the children and young adult departement.
She smiled and immediatly raced towards the corner with young adult books.
Some books she recognized, others were yet unfimiliar to her sight and touch.
She curiously grabbed a new book and began examining it.
She smiled, agreeing to her new found book and went to the cash register to buy it. Later on her way home she would stop at a comic store, after it being sold out for many times, the clerk had agreed to order and keep a copy of the Vampire Knight Fanbook for her alone and today was the day she would pick it up.
She gave the nice lady sixteen euro's and went off to the comic store.
She strolled around rather lazily, enjoying the sight around her.
The comic store was close to where she was now, but she stopped at an Asian store first.
An Asian store she knew to sell maybe one of the most delicious chocolate treats ever made.
Probably the most addicting one that is, the original chocolate Pocky.
In delight she grabbed three boxes for her secret candy stash and paid two euro's and sixty five cents for it.
Then her final arrend before training again, the Vampire Knight Fanbook!
She quickly raced to the store and went up to the clerk whom happily gave it to the enthusiastic Otaku.
She bounced up and down in delight and paid for it with her heart racing.
She hugged the little book with a Pocky stick in her mouth. The bisquit and some of the chocolate edge sticking out of her mouth as she nibbled on the chocolate covered tip.
"Pocky...Never tried that one out before, though a lot of people in Manga's eat it." A velvety voice behind her said with a slight purr.
"Manga...It's rather pretty isn't it?" The same voice whispered in her ear and she turned her head, examining the boy next to her.
He had fair hair, it was so white blond it was actually a bit silverish looking. Her tiny, slightly childish piano hands begged to run through it.
He had a beautiful face that just begged for her to grab her mechanical pencil, with beautiful long eyelashes any girl would kill for and don't get her started about his eyes!
They were a soft black, with silver rings around the pupils, almost likes stars in the sky and it was the only thing keeping his black pupils and black eye colour to clash into eachother.
Her breath slightly hitched and her eyes widened. In shock, horror or in awe, mesmerized by his beauty.
"Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern..." She whispered breathlessly.
The said demonical and infamous Shadowhunter grinned. "Call me Sebastian darling." He said with a slight dark purr, not predicting many good things, though it would seem like they were lovers to any trespassers.
'Shit, total shit.'