This idea just came in to my mind and I had to write it! I do have a lot of inspiration and ideas, but I am not the fastest writer, just so you know.
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(All of the characters belong to the lovely Richelle Mead and Cassandra Clare!)

1. Rose Lancaster

The sound of the bell ringing, echoed through the whole street, in which the New York institute was located. None of the pedestrians, scurrying around in big clusters, seemed to hear it. Probably because the icy October wind was blazing though the street, howling like crazy. Also, the constant buzz of people chattering, cars honking and engines blaring, dimmed the sound of the bell.
I shivered, when a cold, unexpected wind blew through my thin leather jacket. I groaned.
It was much warmer in Pennsylvania.
Seconds ticked by and the door was still closed. I pressed the bell again and waited. When the door still didn't open, I let out a frustrated groan and grabbed the handle. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked.
I pushed the heavy doors inward, which were approximately 4 meters high, and stepped inside the massive building.
I stood in the middle of a huge hall, with on the right a lowly lit hallway and in front of me huge stairs that led upstairs. The whole hall was impressive. Every wall was made of heavy, dark wood, which gave it an ancient feel. I looked up and sucked in a breath. The roof was shaped into a dome, fully covered in glass. The last bit of sunlight of the day streamed through it, giving the whole room a faint glow.
Not knowing what to do, I walked up the heavy stairs. As I neared the end of the stairs, I started to hear a faint sound of heavy feet dancing on the ground and the ruffling of clothes.
The sound grew louder as I turned right into a dimly lit corridor, at the top of the stairs. As I walked through the corridor, the only thing I saw were a dozen doors, lining both sides of the corridor. Every one of them was closed, expect for the last one. As I neared the open door, the sound reached its peak and I could hear what they were saying clearly.
"Come on Jace, hit her," a melodious female voice said jokingly.
"Jace. Would you please stop acting like I am a wounded animal and fight like you normally would?" Another female voice said. This one was far more serious.
As soon as she said it, I heard a soft thump, followed by a groan. "That's what I'm talking about".
I moved in front of the door and faced the room. This room, compared to the hall and the corridors, was brightly lit. The roof was made of glass, but since the sun was almost down, the lights were on. All of the four walls, were covered in mirrors. In the room wasn't much to see, except for the rack of a dozen deathly looking weapons on the wall at the far end of the room.
On the right, were a boy and girl, both with raven black hair. The boy was leaning against the wall and the girl, the one with the melodious voice, was sitting on the floor, all grace and beauty with her curvy figure and impeccable face. Based on their similar hair and features, they were probably siblings. They both had their eyes focused on the play before them.
In the middle of the room were a girl with brightly red hair and a boy with hair like a golden halo, circling around each other. The girl wasn't very tall, so I was surprised when she punched the boy in the gut, causing him to stumble back. This girl was some fierce thing.
The boy let out a short laugh and straightened himself. "Is that all you've got?"
As a respond, she dived forward, only to stop when her face was a few centimeters from his. Surprised by her move, the boy stood still. The girl lifted her chin, reaching up to kiss him on the lips. Just as they were about to touch, the girl suddenly grabbed him, tackled him and threw him on his back, with her on top of him. Her face inches away from him.
"As I just proved, I am a more than worthy opponent. You should really appreciate it
more," she said. She then leaned in, kissed him softly on the lips and pushed herself off of him. The boy stared at her for little less than a second, completely stunned, as if he didn't know how he got on the ground. Then he got up and his lips formed a smug grin as he laughed. "I should know better than to underestimate you, I'm sorry, Clary"
The tall and graceful girl gasped mockingly and put a hand on her chest. "Ladies and gentlemen, better record this moment, because Jace Herondale has just apologized for the-
"What are you doing here?"
I was so caught up in the energetic play unfolded before me, that I hadn't t noticed that the black haired guy was facing me and looking at me with a furious face. Everyone then turned and looked, all different expressions on their faces. None of them were as stormy as the black haired one's, although his sister's was very close.
"I said, what are you doing here?" The boy repeated, crossing his arms over his chest.
Self-confidently I stepped forward and put my hands at my sides.
"I've come here to be trained as a Shadowhunter."
"What?" Black Haired boy practically screamed. This guy was really getting on my nerves.
"Well, this is a Shadowhunter institute, right?" I said. "Were Shadowhunters train? I would like you guys to teach me how to become a Shadowhunter."
Black Haired boy let out a sarcastic laugh. "So what, your plan was to just stumble in here and wander around until you found someone? And how did you even get in-
"Alec, give her a break," the guy with the blond hair said, casting him a sharp look. Black Haired boy rolled his eyes, but stayed silent. These two definitely were good friends, because the guy -Alec- really didn't look like a guy who'd let himself be silenced by someone. The golden haired boy looked at me then. "So, who are you?"
I looked at the boy. He was handsome, that kind of bad boy handsome, with his smug grin, messy hair and golden sneaky eyes. He wore black gear, with straps and pockets everywhere, which probably contained a collection of knives. On his thick belt, were two sword, made from see-through material. The swords, named seraph blades, were forged by the Iron Sister, from some kind of special material, of which the name I've forgotten. This, I learned from the Shadowhunter Codex, which I've spitted through several times, the past couple of days. My gaze returned to his face and I smiled.
"I am Rose. Rose Lancaster." I figured I should use a fake last name, just in case.
"Not a Shadowhunter name," Clary noted. She had stayed silent the whole time, studying me carefully. Although, I thought I spotted a hopeful spark in her eyes.
"True," the golden haired boy said- Jace, "still, a possible ascendant is always good." He looked at me. "How do you know about Shadowhunters, if you're not from a Shadowhunter family?"
I took a deep breath. This answer I had ready. "My mother, she was killed a month ago," I said. "I don't know by whom, but it didn't really look humane, all the scratches and bite-marks. So, I went to investigate. I looked through her stuff in her room and discovered papers, letters and all kinds of stuff about you. Shadowhunters. I read them all and discovered she had a whole life hidden away from me. She was a Shadowhunter. So, I've come here, to become a Shadowhunter, to follow in her footsteps," I finished.
I watched them, as they took in my story. Alec and his sister didn't looked very convinced. Actually, it was quite the opposite. It looked like they didn't believe one word I said.
Clary on the other hand had taken a step back and was looking down at her shoes. Were those tears in her eyes? Guilt washed through me. She really believed me.
Jace spoke to me then, "I am very sorry about your mother."
"Thank you," I said softly. I stared at my shoes. I felt guilty for lying about such a horrible thing, but it was the only way.
Jace cleared his throat, "How come you and your mother, don't have a Shadowhunter name?"
I've thought about that too. "She changed it. After she settled in with my father and had me, she wanted to live a life without the Shadowhunters. So she changed it to Lancaster.
"Do you know what her Shadowhunter name was?" Jace asked.
"No, I don't," I said. This was the plan. I couldn't give her a Shadowhunter name, because they would look through the family history and discover that my mom wasn't in them.
"What happened to your father?" Clary asked softly. The tears I thought I had seen in her eyes, were now gone.
"He left us when I was little," I said, because it was the truth.
Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Jace spoke up, directing his next words to the Shadowhunters. "You know we are in need of more Shadowhunters, after the Dark War." He looked down a split second and his face was filled with sorrow. I wondered what this Dark War was. I haven't come across this name in any of the books I've read about Shadowhunters. It must have been very recently. "Given this fact, we should considerate training her," he finished.
"Jace. I know we've lost many and need to rebuilt our race, but this is insane," the sister said. "We can't just take in every person who walks in here, demanding to be trained as a Shadowhunter- "
"Excuse me, I am not demanding anything, I'm just simply asking-"
She cut me off and went on. "We don't know if her story is true. It really didn't sound legit, if you ask me. What if she's a spy? A spy for the Seelie Queen?"
Just as she finished the sentence, the air behind Jace shimmered, buzzed and then turned blue. From what I recognized from the book, it must've been a portal. A magical door to where ever you may want to go. Then out of the blue, literally, a man appeared from the shimmering field. He was in one word; extravagant. He wore a long space-like blue coat with a white blouse underneath. His pants were rainbow colored and he was bare footed. His arms were lined with bracelets and he wore a handful of necklaces around his neck, but most of them were covered by the velvet red scarf draped around his neck. I looked at his face, which was covered in sparkles and make up. He had black spiky hair, with blue highlights in them. Then I looked at his eyes. They were cat shaped.
This guy must be a warlock.
I've read about those in the books, but they were always displayed as mighty, powerful and ancient. Not someone who has borrowed his clothes from a circus artist.
He eyed us all with an amused expression.
Jace was the one to speak up. "Magnus. To what do we own the pleasure of your exciting company?" He said sarcastically.
Magnus laughed. "I know, I know, you're all thrilled to see me, but I am not here to share my beloved and entertaining presence with you."
"Thank God," Jace muttered. Then he cleared up. "Well, Alec is here," he pointed with his thumb behind him, "So you can just-
"I am also not here to see my lovely boyfriend," he winked at Alec and he blushed. I suppressed a laugh. "I am here, because I need a favor."
Jace huffed, "And why would you come to us? We don't own you anything."
"Aha, but you do," Magnus said, amusement sparkling his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Clary asked.
"Remember last week? When you guys so desperately needed my assistance, that you practically begged for it?" Magnus eyed Jace and Clary and recognition flashed in their eyes. Jace turned to Magnus. "Well, I thought that saving your friend- well at least your boyfriend's friend- from the death, was something any normal person would do out of human morality," Jace said sharply.
From the death? What the hell happened? Curiosity swept through me and I felt the urge to ask, but now really wasn't a good time. Especially since Magnus, still hadn't noticed my presence. I would rather have it stay that way.
"Jace," Clary put a hand on his arm, "let's just hear what he has to say."
Surprisingly, Jace let the topic drop. He looked at Magnus, his face an angry mask and said through gritted teeth, "What do you need?"
"Well, I am having one of my famous parties at the moment," he stopped, then continued, "Don't hope, you're not invited." He eyed the Shadowhunters, but none of them seem to mind. He went on, "Anyway, for some reason my house is surrounded by demons."
"How many?" Clary had taken a step forward, interested sparkling her eyes.
"About six of them," Magnus said. "I would deal with them myself, but I need to entertain my guests. So, are you all coming?"
Jace let out a irritated sigh, but muttered, "Fine." He walked towards the rack of weapons and grabbed a hunting knife, the size of my forearm. He walked back to us and handed me the dagger.
"You're coming with," he said. "Prove yourself to be a worthy Shadowhunter and maybe we'll help you become one." I took the dagger from him. It was a lot like the stake I used to kill the immortal Strigoi with. I felt around the sharp edges and decided this would do.
I nodded to Jace.
Before the raven black haired girl could protest, Jace spoke up. "Let's go." Magnus had already disappeared through the portal and the others started to follow. When the black haired sister was about to go through the portal, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know her name. "What's your name again?" I asked her.
Not a good question, I discovered when she shot me an irritated look. "Not something you need to know, since you're not staying here." She then whipped her hair over her shoulder and walked through the portal. I let out a irritated sigh.
"It's Isabelle," I heard Clary say behind me. I smiled a little, happy that I at least earned someone's trust and stepped through the portal.