Hello once again! This is my first Infernal Devices fic, but hey, I've been wanting to do one for awhile, so there you go. I'm pretty sure this is going to not be the bestest fic ever but it sure is original(ish). If you care to know what the inspiration was, you can look at my profile cause it's kind of awkward and weird and basically the cluster fuck child of all these other inspirations. If not... well then thats cool too.

Updates will be daily, but most likely shorter then the chapters I usually write. I kinda want to do this as a stress-free fun thing, so do not expect some mind blowing experience, However I hope it will be entertaining!

Without further ado, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I does not own. I does like cats however...


Just wait one minute will you?" I called over my shoulder. "So impatient…" I muttered while descending down the stairs to the wine cellar. My aunt was usually a very relaxed person; that is, when she wasn't hosting one of her lavish parties. Under those circumstances however, she needs everything to be perfect and everyone well attended to.

Hence, why I was headed down to the basement to restock the wine supply above even though we weren't even halfway done with the bottle.

"You never know Tessa," aunt Harriet said shooing me downstairs, "someone could have a sudden craving for the Cabernet."

Sighing as I closed the door behind me, grateful for the brief break from the summer heat. Smoothing my hands on my shorts, I grabbed a couple bottles and dawdled on the way back up, relishing in the cool feel to the air.

I spotted a door across the room that I hadn't noticed, well, ever before. True, we didn't visit my Aunt's townhouse in England often, but I had been here enough times to notice details as mundane as where the hell there were doors.

"Hmm," I sighed stroking my chin. I debated whether or not to rush upstairs (like my aunt expected me to) or take a break from the chaos and check out what lay beyond this door.

Curiosity won and I set across the room, wine bottles in hand. I pushed open the door and…

There was nothing. Just a bare closet space or something.

Nothing can describe the urge I suddenly felt to walk inside that closet, and see what else it might hold. It was such a strong, possessive need that I had no chance of resisting, and as I stepped inside I caught sight of a crawl space.

"Why the hell not? Made it this far…" I muttered while grasping the bottles of wine in my hands as I got down on all fours and started crawling on the ground like I was two or something.

I don't know how long I had crawled for, but it felt like a long time. There were no lights on the cement walls, making it increasingly harder to see, but something inside of me kept urging me forward, until I finally caught sight of something.

A brass door handle. One that looked so old and elegant, that it could be something from the Victorian era.

The need was turning into a physical pain now, and I could almost hear a voice saying: Good, good, open the door Tessie. See what magic lays behind….

I pushed down the handle and peered through, into a dimly light room. A bed room I suppose, since I could see the end of a bed that had a heavy looking velvet cover and large wooden posts.

I got up and off the ground and took a few more steps in the room. It had all the basics; a dresser, mirror, bed, closet (which I had just crawled out of) but that was it. I guess it could be described as plain by our standards, holding only that furniture, but each piece was unique and carved from a dark rich looking wood, making it seem lavish as a castle. The walls, which had nothing on them but some thick dark drapes that were equally plain, but the rich red color and the white crown molding that sure as hell looked original, made the walls look more decorated then if they'd been covered with pictures or posters.

I had just taken a step inside, when I took notice of a pair of piercing blue eyes that observed me from the bed.

" 'Ello luv," said a masculine, British accented voice, but with a cocky undertone. "Didn't make a call to the whore house tonight but I'd never refuse a lady. And look at that"- he gestured to the wine bottles clutched in my hands- "you brought your own poison."


So basically expect this long, maybe longer but not really shorter.

Um, you can review if you fancy and unlike other stories I actually have a full plot laid out.

Okay... so... UNTIL TOMORROW COMRADES!