One

"Keep running, they can't catch you." A faraway voice reminded her. She took another deep breath and surged her legs forward. The demons were fast, but very stupid. Even with them on her heels, she could still outsmart them.

Anedria grabbed ahold of a branch from up ahead and used her momentum to swing herself up. She landed in a crouch, her longs legs folded beneath her as she watched, with amusement, the demons below. They had stopped below, confused. There were only three of them, and very easy to kill. She grabbed one of the two seraph blades from her boot. It felt balanced and familiar in her bony hand.

"Dumah" She whispered, naming the blade and watching it glow and come to life. The demons had heard her and sensed the faint glow coming from the blade.

"Any last words?" She asked them in a menacing tone. Of course, she knew, they couldn't answer her, but she knew they would get the gist of her words.

One of them, the leader of the group, jumped up, thinking it was quicker than her. It had guessed wrong. Anedria twisted her wrist expertly and sunk the blade into the demon's soft spot, just beneath it's neck. It died quickly and disappeared. Without hesitation, she jumped down and pulled out the second seraph blade, naming it Haniel.

With quick movements she had stabbed both the other demons in the same spot, killing them off quickly. They also disappeared quickly. Anedria gave off a triumphant look as she tucked the blades back into her boots. Feeling satisfied, she began to turn. She wanted to get out of the woods, and find some civilization.

But, a loud crashing noise stopped her dead. One hand immediately went for a blade, the other one went for the stele wrapped tightly inside her jacket. But, as she turned, she realized that neither a stele or any weapon for that matter, would be a defense against this.

A bright light came from the direction she had come from. It was hard to look at, it blinded and stun her eyes and she fought hard to not look away. But, as she stood there in shock, a tall figure appeared from the light. It was a masculine frame, with long legs and toned arms. She felt her heart beat pick up as she discovered more demons coming up to stand beside the man.

She would have yelled it her throat hadn't felt so constricted. All she do was look on in horror. The man stepped forward, his strides were long and graceful. He came into focus and Anedria thought he looked familiar. He had a sharp-boned face with pale hair and his eyes...they were dark tunnels.

She wanted to turn and run, to pull out a blade to protect herself. But, she was frozen on the spot as he got close enough to touch her. He spoke, his voice smooth and soft, "Wake up, Anedria."

Anedria jumped, someone, or something, was grabbing her arm harshly and shaking her. Without thinking twice, she swung her free hand up, her fist coming into contact with something soft. The shaking stopped and cry erupted from the enemy. Her eyes flung open and she quickly realized where she was. Anedria was in her house, well her 'father's' house technically, it was a big manor in the countryside.

She shared a room with her 'sister', Jessica, whom was the one who had cried out. Jessica was standing, doubled over and clutching at her stomach, where Anedria had punched her. She sat frozen on her bed for a moment, not sure what to do. It had been an accident, and she should know better by now than to wake Anedria up, especially when she was having a nightmare.

Lucky for Anedria, Jessica was the one to speak first. "You fucking freak! Who the hell does that?" She shrugged, throwing the blankets off her legs. She stood up to stretch, feeling slight cracks in her arms and lower back.

"I warned not to try and wake me up, ever." Anedria said easily, walking across the room to pick out an outfit. Of course, upon entering the mundane world she had to have gone shopping for more 'presentable' clothing. She didn't find much comforting, but tight jeans and combat boots reminded her of Shadowhunter gear which was what she preferred to wear.

She pulled out a black pair of jeans and a white sweater, though she slightly grimaced. White was not a practical color to wear for Shadowhunters, it was the color of mourning and grief. She tucked the clothing back into the closet and reached for a blue one instead.

"I think I might just tell dad about this little incident." Jessica baited, recovered from her little fit of pain. If it had been Anedria that had gotten punched, she would have pretended it didn't hurt at all, but she had been raised that way, to never show pain.

"Go ahead and tell Peter, it's not like I didn't warn you...numerous times, too." Anedria told her, pushing past her and out of the room. She made her way up to the bathroom, avoiding all her 'brothers' who were running around the house and rushing to get ready. She raced up the steps easily and turned into the hallway bathroom.

She showered quickly, toweling her hair dry and putting on the clothes she had picked out. The jeans clung to her non-existent hips, and the sweater contrasted with her yellow eyes. They were such an odd color, she thought, looking at herself closer in the mirror. Her eyes weren't golden, but yellow, like a cat, or owl.

When she had first been forced to move in with the Jenkin's, after her parents had been killed, they had wanted her to wear brown colored contacts. But, since she knew nothing of contacts and when she had put them in it had made her vision blurred, she never wore them and the family had finally given up. The mundane family had hated her since she had been forced upon them.

The father of the family, Peter, who insisted that she call him 'dad', was a bitter man with balding brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a thick build and was at an average height. He tried his best to control her, but knew better than to challenge her, he knew she had been trained to fight demons and downworlders much stronger than him.

The mother of the family was Amy. She was a women in her thirties that was always working at her best advantages to manipulate others. She was the type of person to befriend someone, learning all their darkest and deepest secrets. Then, without warning, she would turn against them, making the other person vulnerable and usable. Anedria was disgusted by her.

There were five others in the family, four boys, and Jessica. The boys mostly stayed out of her way, but one of them, Damien, always followed her around, asking her questions, and begging for lessons on combat. She normally ignored him, knowing if she taught him anything about fighting that either Peter or Amy would want to kill her, or maybe both of them.

Jessica was the popular girl at school, the school that Anedria was forced to attend. Jessica was the your typical small-town girl that had gotten a big head. She wore make-up everyday, had bleach blonde hair, wore skimpy clothing, and had all the right curves. Even with her being pretty, she was a bitch, she was the definition of the word. She took after her mother.

Anedria glared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked so much like her mother, with the dark brown, almost black, hair, high and sharp cheekbones, a defined jaw, long and thin legs. Most of her looks had been from her mother, especially the thin aspect, if you didn't know better, you would have though Anedria had an eating disorder. But, she did have features from her father, very few, but they were still there. Her yellow eyes were a big factor, and the curly hair was another.

Thinking about her parents brought tears to her eyes, and she quickly rubbed them away. Crying was a weakness, and she was not weak. But, she couldn't help but feel sad. The death of her parents had been recent. They had died in New York, fighting against Valentine's demons. The name brought shivers down her spine, she hadn't know Valentine, but she had heard enough about him to know how evil he was.

But, he was dead. He had been dead for almost three months. Every Shadowhunter knew this and Anedria's heart had ached to be in Idris that night, to fight alongside her fellow warriors, and to get vengeance for her parents deaths, and to later celebrate. She missed Idris with everything in her, it had been where she had grown up, before moving to Chicago when she was only fourteen.

Now, it was two years later and she was living among mundanes, going to a mundane school, and having no Shadowhunter duties. Of course, in a year should be able to go off and live at an Institute and continue on with her normal life. But, for right now, she was humiliated. She had no idea why the Clave had sent her here rather than an Institute. It made her angry and frustrated, every single day.

"I'm leaving with or without you, Anedria!" A voice yelled from downstairs. It was Jessica.

She hurriedly finished up in the bathroom, before racing down the stairs, skipping three at a time with ease. She grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen, picked up her school bag, and scooped up her boots before exiting through the front door. No one said goodbye or a farewell as she left. Amy had been in the kitchen when she went to get water, but both of them had ignored each other.

Jessica was out in the car already, and was switching it in to drive. "Oh, no you don't" Anedria hissed. This wasn't the first time Jessica had tried to leave her stranded and having to walk five miles to school. With a surge of adrenaline, she secured her back pack, clutched her boots in hand and raced down the steps of the porch. She used the last one as a lift, bending her knees and aiming for the trunk of the car. She soar in the air with quick, precise moves, and purposefully landed heavily on the car.

She heard a scream come from Jessica and clung on as the car came to sudden halt. With a smirk, Anedria stood up from her crouch, walking across the roof of the car and jumping down outside of the passenger door. She pulled the door open, sitting down without a word to Jessica. But, she did glance her way to see her very angry and, if she was not mistaken, a hint of jealousy.

Anedria smirked even deeper, "Next time, don't try to leave without me." And with that, she settled in her seat and gazed out the window contently.