The Dark Creations: the onyx necklace

by MortalInstrumentsgirly

Shade Clarissa Morgenstern is one of the finest Shadowhunter's in her small town in Virginia. Her parents run the local institute at her church and she try's to live a normal life. That is, until the day she turns 14. An accident causes her to be cursed for the rest of her life unless her most arch rival, can fall in love with her. A fast passed story of love, and dark secerets!

The Dark Creations: the onyx necklace:

Carmen E. Meadows

For my friends; and my inspiration, L.G.T.

Chapter 1:

Evil was what it was. I could almost feel the evil rolling of it in thick demonic waves. I can't miss this one hit, I just can't mess this up, I think to myself as I slowly creep through the graveyard. Wham! I try not to cringe and or start screaming in pain. Why can I never watch where i'm going! I couldn't believe I was so careless and ran into that gravestone. I'm tracking a rouge Drassilkx demon and it probably heard me now! As I look out across the graves, I spot it, and luckily it hasn't spotted me yet. Now's my chance to attack! I pull out my prized Seraph blade that has been passed down in our family for many generations. It's made of blackened Iron and Silver, and has the power to never be destroyed or lost. If I want it, I simply think of it and it fly's into my hands. I stalk silently up behind it and watch it for a second, but a seconds hesitation was all it needed to realize I was there. Just as I planed. It whirled around from its perch under the Willow tree and flung itself at me, which was a huge mistake on its part. "Shadowhunter," it screeched at me as I raked my blade down its side. Ichor splattered all over my gear and i dove for another blow at it's other side. This time, it was faster. In an instant it turned and had me pinned on the ground, my arm painfully pinned at an awkward angle beneath our weight. My blade went skittering across the dirt and I was in to much pain to call it back to me. The demon lowered its huge head so we were face to face. Only now did I see what it really looked like. He had the face of a thousand angels, but the trademark eyes of a Drassilkx, such an intense icy blue but they had a dead sheen to them. Black hair with strangely pale skin, much too pale for a mundane but not the icey pallor of vampires. "Well, well little Shadowhunter Look who who it is! The infamous Morgenstern girl. I've heard of you, and what happened because of the curse,"he cackled delightedly. "But have you heard of what I can do to demon scum like you!" I spat back at him.