God, I'm sorry for all my readers, I keep publishing new fan fictions but I literally can never get them out of my head. This one has been stuck for a while. I have read The Mortal Instruments books, but only the first and second and halfway through the third. But even though I haven't read all of them I am seriously in love with practically all the characters, apart from Jocelyn, I never liked her...Anyway, I only own Jennifer :)
Jennifer ran though the corridor of the institute, her heavy boots not making a sound as she reached some sort of hall, she looked around, her observant brown eyes scanning every little detail. Jennifer noticed swords in an area of the wooden floor. They seemed to be forcefully thrown into it, possibly damaging the ground beneath them. She gazed at it more, finally noticing that they created the shape of a pentagram. She knew that wasn't good so she turned around in the room, hurriedly looking around for something to unlock her from the constriction on the handcuffs wrapped around her wrists.
Due to her arms being behind her back, Jennie winced as she brought her arms to her legs and hopped over them. Luckily, Jennie caught sight of someone's hair clip on one of the tables in the room. As she grabbed the hair clip, her head bent down and tried fiddling with the key hole but she cursed as it wasn't working. She continued doing so, she flipped her chocolate hair back as it was getting in her way and she tried again.
Jennie's hands froze as she felt a cold, metallic blade at the base of her throat. A warm but masculine hand slowly moved her curls from her neck, whilst proceeding to slide the blade over her delicate skin.
"Now. You must be a Garcia." A husky voice whispered into her ear.
Jennie gulped slightly. "And you must be the infamous Valentine I've heard so little about." Jennie managed to keep her voice from wavering and she applauded herself inwardly.
She could feel the slight vibrations from behind her due to Valentine chuckling at he wit.
"So which one are you? The daring one or the impulsive?" She felt Valentine get closer to her and she bent her neck at an angle, her brown eyes slightly narrowing, her breathing becoming heavy under her anger and fear. "My guess." He breathed. "The impulsive."