Ok, so this is my first time publishing a story, I've written some before but never had the courage to do so before so I hope you like it. Please don't hate me or the story because its not a Malec story. I love Malec as much as the next person. I own nothing but the OCs I may or may not bring in. So this story is based around the TV Series but there is no conflict with Valentine yet only concerns about rising demonic activity. Also I'm picturing a young Hayley Williams as Tamina with red hair like in the music video Decode. If you can't see it let me know who you think should be portrayed as Tamina.
My name is Tamina 'Mina' Daenerys. Like many of my kind, I was born in Idris, a haven for my race known as the Shadowhunters. You see all the myths and legends are real, vampires, werewolves, warlocks and demons, they all exist but to us they are all known as Downworlders. And it is the job of the Shadowhunters who are half human, half angel to protect humans also known as mundanes from the Shadowworld, therefore we consider ourselves superior than all.
According to the people who have known me my entire life, I have always been different. From about the time I could walk my parents knew that something would come from my actions, whether it be good or bad only time could tell.
The first instance where my difference began to reveal itself was when I was starting school, I took no interest in the culture of the Shadowhunter, in fact it bored me. I was more interested in the mundane way of life. I would often sneak away to see what the mundanes would do, what they were interested in. My main interest was in their music, movies and TV series and their literature around the Downworlders and how they fantasized them in their minds, hilariously getting a lot of them all wrong. By the time I reached my teens I had become obsessed with music that ranged from Guns 'N' Roses to Beyoncé, books such as Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, even Nicholas Sparks' novels and I had fallen in love with superhero movies, both Marvel and DC even though I dislike comics.
I had a hard time going to school because of my liking to mundane culture and that only made my dislike for my own culture grow. My dislike of Shadowhunter culture heightened when a boy by the name of James Alcott drew a fire rune on top of my favourite Harry Potter book. And so, to get my revenge I had picked up the burning book and smashed his face with it, singeing both his eyebrows and breaking his nose in the process. I was suspended from school over that incident and my parents had punished me by disbanding everything mundane that I owned for a month without hearing my side of the story.
I remember that night they were talking about me to some friends they had over, Maryse and Robert Lightwood. My mother wished that I was like my brother Lucas and their children, Alec and Isabel, who were, and I quote, the prime example of perfect Shadowhunter children. Robert paid no attention to me but Maryse seemed sympathetic towards me and tried to make me see that my liking towards mundane items would be acceptable one day, however, I doubt that would have been true anytime soon. She showed me how knowing mundane culture was very beneficial when working in a political position like hers, an institute manager in New York. I envied her but I knew that path wasn't for me.
As I grew closer to coming of age my parents had begun to worry that my feelings for Shadowhunters was going to become a problem soon. Their main concern was the fact that I had never used my stele to draw a rune on myself, I have drawn runes on other surfaces but I never saw the need to draw them on me. It was considered unusual for a Shadowhunter not to have runes on themselves by halfway through their schooling. Therefore, I had never received the Voyance rune from the Silent Brothers so I never officially started my formal training nor did I complete it. Their concerned only grew worse after I met the person who had changed my life forever.
It was a few days before my eighteenth birthday when I was out doing some late-night shopping at a bookstore in the mundane world when I met Kraven Salvador. Kraven was a highly-respected vampire who ran a den in a district of France I that I was currently occupying. I had just come out of the bookstore when I felt a slight chill run down my spine which confirmed my earlier suspicion that I was being watched. To confirm I had did a full circle and saw that there were a few people following me yet I couldn't make out their faces. As a mixed tactic, I ran down an alley to try and tried to be smart and duck down another to make it to another road. It was a bad idea as they were waiting for me there.
A vampire had come out of the shadows and took a good long inhale of the air around him before releasing his breath in my direction. Baring his teeth as he laughed I could see his fangs glistening with a tint of red meaning he had already feasted on a poor soul and was still hungry.
"You smell very good little meat sack," he hissed. "More delicious than any other of the humans I've had and I've had my fair share."
Remembering I had my stele in my bag on the side, I slowly reached for it and held it behind my back as the vampire had back me against the wall.
"Don't worry," He said. "It only hurts in the beginning."
The he rushed forward and sank his teeth in my neck. Acting on pure instinct I stabbed him in the stomach with my stele and he let out a gurgled sound as he released my neck from his mouth. He stared at me in disbelief for a few seconds before looking down at the stele in his abdomen and the suddenly turned into a pile of ash. I instantly panicked and was about to run off but felt something hard hit me in the head and I blacked out.
I woke up in a fancy bedroom with blue colouring with what looked like gold trimming which looked real. The bed I was in was king size with a black duvet with blood covered roses on it. The sound of a page turning to my right caught my attention and I was face to face with one of the most respected and notorious vampires in the Shadowworld.
Kraven Salvatore was one of the oldest living vampires aging at over 400 years old, as written in the history books, he was also rumoured to be one of the very first sires to Vlad III but it hasn't been confirmed. In the history books, they had him pictured as average height and being very built but that description was not him. Kraven was very tall from what I could see, towering at least over 6 feet and he was lean yet had muscle to him. His dark hair was messily displaced with the look of someone who had just gotten out of bed.
He turned around from the dresser that had an open book place on top and looked at me with something in his eyes I could not place.
"You're awake," he said walking over to the bed and sitting on the side next to me. Out of instinct I recoiled back up against the headboard.
"Don't worry," he hushed. "I'm not going to harm you, in fact whilst you're in my care no one will, my little Shadowhunter. Of course, you don't look like a Shadowhunter, do you, Tamina?"
"It's Mina and how do you know my name?" I asked shakily.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I went through your bag and found your name written over your books. Interesting choice of literature. You have a very beautiful name, Mina. It's German for love, isn't it?"
"My parents will be wondering where I am."
"I doubt that, my love, since they sent you a message on your phone saying that they'll be gone for a couple of week. Why would they leave a message like that for you, my dear?"
"They always do. My parents aren't exactly, well, they don't have much maternal instincts in them."
"Ah, yes. Shadowhunters treat their children like soldier, right? Something I can't really fathom, since in my world having a child is something wondrous."
"My parents don't treat me like a soldier."
"Well, then, how do they treat you? As you said, they don't have much maternal instincts."
I remained silent not wanting to say anything more, something that could come back to haunt me later.
"Don't worry, my love." He said. "This is between you and me."
"I should really be getting back home," I said getting out of the bed which is when I realised I had on only a men's dress shirt that reached mid-thigh. "Uh, where are my clothes?"
"Oh, you had a bit of blood on them so I had them burnt and brought you some clothes to wear," he turned around and grabbed a box off the dresser and handed it to me. "You know, most of the Shadowhunters I've come across have runes all over themselves, yet, you don't have a single one. Why is that, may I ask?"
"I never needed one." I lie as I don't want him to know that I don't like my own culture in case he might use it against me.
"Alright then," I could tell he knew I was lying with the way he looked at me. "I'll give you some privacy." With that he left the room.
Opening the box, I found a black dress inside. It was a long sleeve, lace top dress with a flowing skirt that ended above the knee. It had five rows of small white gems in the centre which went around the waist above the skirt and sparkled with each movement. It fit perfectly.
Kraven had return a couple of seconds later and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. "I knew black was your colour, yet, I had no idea it would make you even more stunning. The gems bring out the light in your eyes."
"Thank you," I couldn't believe I was blushing over a compliment a vampire had given me.
"Are you sure you have to go, why not spend the time your parents are gone with some company?"
I don't know what had compelled me to say yes but I did any way.
I found myself spending more time with Kraven than I ever thought I would. Even after my parents had returned I continued to see him, staying out late at night walking the streets of Paris together only to go home at dawn when he went to sleep. My parents had begun to suspect something was happening, I would come home either early in the morning or sometime during the day with a smile on my face that I couldn't help. However, I could not tell them that I had been spending my time with a vampire, my mother would go completely nuts and my father, no matter how much he loves me, would never look at me the same again and my brother would probably try to kill Kraven if he were here.
After a few weeks of seeing each other our relationship became intimate, he loved me and I loved him and to us that was all that mattered. He had given me various gifts including new clothes and jewellery, even though there was no need and that I could not give such gifts in return. The most precious gift he'd given me was an Alexandrite gemstone encased between the points of a silver shaped crescent with white diamonds covering the shape. He had told me it was a royal heirloom to vampires and that it was given to those who they love dearly. To top it off he took me to his favourite place, which was an early 1900s styled club that had us dress up in outfits and dance to music from that era. I tried not to accept it but he wouldn't take no for an answer, I was having the time of my life with Kraven but little did I know it was limited time.
Our relationship was not accepted by everyone. A few members of Kraven's clan had issues with me being a Shadowhunter and called me many names and that I would only bring death to the clan, if only I knew how true that would be. Instead of listening, we decide to enjoy our own company more and go somewhere secluded, where any sort of hate and discrimination against our kinds was limited, as I know for a fact that there would never be such kind of peace between the races.
I thought that day was bad however, the worst day of my life occurred when my parents had found out about my relationship. A fellow Shadowhunter of theirs had seen us together one night and had informed my parents about my relationship with Kraven. The night they had decided to confront me about it was the same night we had planned to run leave. But they had stopped us in our tracks when they and a few of their Shadowhunter friends had cornered us at the plane hangar.
"This relationship cannot go on any longer, Tamina," my mother had said pulling out a seraph blade. "Step away from him, you are coming with us."
"No," I said. "I'm leaving and there is nothing you can do about it."
The other Shadowhunters pulled out their blades as well.
"Mina and I are leaving," Kraven said placing me behind him. "I won't let you take her from me."
"You came alone," my father said coming to the side of us with a bow and arrow pointing at us, well, at Kraven, technically. "Meaning you're outnumbered."
Now I was worried, my father was one of the most skilled bowmen in the Shadow community, with many decorated kills. I've seen him shoot and it was very impressive.
"Who says I came alone?" He asked very confidently.
Out of nowhere, several other vampires show up ready to defend their leader. I couldn't tell if it was even but that didn't matter because the fighting had begun.
Kraven had rushed us towards the plane but we didn't get far until we were tackled to the ground from the side. My father had Kraven on the ground pinning him with his forearms, however, Kraven was quick to reverse the position and throw my father away from him. He had rushed to me and pulled me into his arms, and we ascended the plane stairs.
Unfortunately, halfway up the steps I saw my mother throw a blade directly at Kraven. I quickly pushed him out of the way and then I felt the long cold seraph blade go through me in my stomach. Even though the blade was cold a hot burning sensation went through me. Kraven had caught me before I had fallen off the platform and held me in his arms. I tried to talk to him but all that came out was a garbled wet creaky sound and I knew right then that I was going to die. However, what happened next was never my intention.
"We'll be seeing each other soon, my love," Kraven said before he pushed the blade further through me and directly into him. I felt the heat of him as he turned to ash instantly and then everything went black.
Waking up was like a bad dream, I was so scared that I thought I were still in that dream. Do you know that feeling? If you do, then you know what I felt like when I woke up in the infirmary in Idris. My parents had managed to save me using the healing rune and the help of a powerful warlock.
Nothing was ever the same after that. I had feared my own parents after that day, believe it or not. Most people probably figured I hated them but that wasn't true, I was so scared of them that I couldn't be in the same room with them for no longer than a few minutes. At one point, it got so bad where my father had gotten frustrated and thrown a glass vase at the wall. It went in the opposite direction of me yet I still put my arm up instinctively and covered myself protectively. That's when my mother had decided to send me to stay with Lucas at the New York institute when her friend Maryse Lightwood granted permission to do so. I was all for it because it got me away from this mess.
Maybe it just might be the new beginning I need.