Andromeda Michaels sat in the dimly lit garage, her feet propped up on an upturned bucket and a book lay open on her lap. Across from her, three guys practiced - horribly - with musical instruments. One of the guys - the drummer, Eric - kept looking over at her and smiling, the two were sort of dating but it was nothing serious. She looked up briefly as the garage door opened, warm sunlight pouring in, two figures entered, a boy that Andromeda had met twice before named Simon, they hadn't talked much, he seemed nice but she tended to feel a little uneasy when he was around. The girl with him was new, but Andromeda guessed this was the much talked about Clary. She gave the pair a quick glance then returned her interest to her book.
Clary Fray had witnessed many of her best friends band practices, though recently they had both been quite absent from their mundane lives.
"Hey guys," Simon said as he began to set up his guitar, his skin looked paler than usual - even for a vampire - and Clary wondered when he'd last had blood. She hoped he wasn't putting it off too long. The boys replied with their own greetings but the girl in the corner stayed silent, "Who's the girl?" Clary inquired quietly to her friend, looking over to the girl, her eyes were hidden by long, dark strands of black hair. It reminded her of the Lightwoods and she smiled a little, "Oh," Simon said following Clary's gaze, "That's Eric's latest great love," he told her, then louder he talked directly to the girl, "Hey Andy." He said with a little wave. The girl looked up and Clary saw that her eyes were green, like fir trees in winter surrounded by her almost snow pale skin. She smiled a little warily. "Good morning, Simon." She replied with a slight nod of her head. "Clary, nice to finally meet you." She added with a nod to her too. Her accent was British, Clary noted as she replied with her own hello.
The boys began to practice, without their singer, Jordan who was off doing werewolf things Clary assumed. She wasn't sure what the band was called this week nor was she going to enquire, she wandered slowly over to where the girl - Andy, Simon had called her - sat, for the first time Clary was curious about one of Eric's girls, she wasn't like the usual ones, wasn't all short skirts and large breasts. In fact Andy wore a lot of black, black skinny jeans, black vest top and black leather jacket, the only speck of colour in her outfit were the pair of red converse on her feet, propped up on a bucket.
"So, you're with Eric?" Clary inquired, curiosity of what was wrong with the girl getting the better of her. Andy looked up and shrugged, she cast a glance over at the drummer, "I guess," she replied. She looked back to Clary, "I was too startled when he asked me out to say no, and now I just don't have the heart to tell him that I never actually said yes." Clary nodded as if she understood but to be honest she didn't, if you didn't want to be with someone you should just tell them.
The rest of band practice went by without much conversation, that was until Andromeda noticed a strange mark on Clary's hand. The band were packing up, laughing at something someone said, Eric, Andromeda presumed. "Is that a tattoo?" She asked pointing to Clary's hand, the fiery haired girl looked a little startled, "Can I see?" She asked and Clary complied, lifting her hand towards the other girl. "It's pretty," Andromeda commented, it looked similar to a tattoo but also like a scar and Andromeda was sure that every few seconds she couldn't see it at all, she must have been tired, she concluded. The mark seemed familiar, like a language she had learnt once but now only remembered a few words of.
"It means," Andromeda hesitated for a moment, "Voyance, right?"
Clary's startled expression grew, "Yes, it does." Andromeda reached out her hand and ran a finger over the mark but before she could finish her sweep a shock of electricity ran through her with enough force to knock her back into her seat, the expression in Clary's face told her that she had felt it too.
"What was tha-?" She looked like she were about to say more but Simon interrupted her, "Ready to go, Fray?" Clary stood and the two left so quick that they never even had chance to say goodbye.
"You okay babe?" Eric asked coming towards Andromeda and snaking an arm over her shoulder, she politely shrugged him off. "I'm fine," she replied.
AN: So this is my first Mortal Instruments fic and I haven't actually finished the series yet so it may not be completely canon at all times but as much as my plot and knowledge entails me to be I will try. So this chapter was just a set up chapter, an introduction to get my OC near the Canon bunch. I hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Thank you for reading ~RainbowVeins