The Story of Blu

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(I don't own any of these characters…well some, but you know which ones I don't. Props to Cassie. 😊 )

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Main Characters:

Blu Jaymes (Jonathan Morgenstern: 18 y/o: male: Half Lilith/ half Shadowhunter) (of course ;)

Ryeland Jaymes (Son of Robert/ Maryse: 22 y/o: male: (half Drevak demon/ half Shadowhunter)

Leo & Theo Jaymes (Twin sons of Robert/Annmarie: 9 y/o: Half pixie/ Half Shadowhunter)

Annalice Jaymes (Daughter of Stephen Herondale/random ass mermaid: 14 y/o: Half mermaid, half Shadowhunter)

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"Hey, mommy. Guess what I dwew? It's picture of you! Look!" Jonathan went over to her. She's so pretty with her green eyes and red hair like fire. I hope she thinks my picture is as pretty as she is.

Jocelyn stared at her son blankly. Then she took his picture, got up walked over to the fireplace, and burned it. She turned back to him, seeing that his eyes had become wet. In a calm, but urgent voice, she said, "Get away from me. You're not my son. Just some monster that replaced him. You're just…a big lie, a disgrace." She sullenly walked back to her bed.

Jonathan turned and ran out of the room, tears stinging his eyes. When he got to his room, he shut the door, curled on his bed, and wept. He wept for a long while. Finally, he put his hand under his pillow, searching for the one thing that always made him happy. A picture of his mom, smiling. It's funny how the cause of his distress, is also the cause of his relief. See, he had never seen her smile before, so that picture had always been special to him. He gazed upon it and smiled. Then he frowned. Why doesn't she love me? What's wrong with me? Then he began to weep again. A long while later, he heard his door creak open. He looked up and saw a round silhouette standing in the doorway. It was the one person throughout this entire house that actually cared for him. Anika. She was one of the families' maids, but she might as well have been Jonathan's mother, for all the love, attention, and care she gave to him, that both his parents didn't.

She walked over to him, and sat down at the edge of his bed. In the dim light, he could barely see her dark brown curly hair, her fair skin, her hazel eyes, or the funny way her arms jiggled when she walked, because she had so much arm. Jonathan never understood how she had so much arm. She'd called it being 'pudgy', and she said it wasn't' a good thing to be. But that was like the top reason of the list of things he loved her for.

She pushed back his silver hair. "What's wrong this time, sweetie? Is it your mommy again?" she asked.

"Mh-hm." He said with damp eyes.

"Oh lord. What'd the tiny-tittied red haired witch do?"

They giggled, for that was their secret name for his mother. He didn't know what tiny-tittied meant, but he knew it sounded funny, so he laughed anyways.

He soon lost all the giggles, when he remembered what he was going to say.

"I had made a picture of mommy, and it looked so pwetty (He never knew how to pronounce his R's correctly.) and evewything, and it was cowored with my cwayons, and looked just like her. But I gave it to her, and she thwew it in the fire. It took my foever to make." He began to pout. She put his arms around him, and gave him a nice, warm ass hug. He hugged her back, and they stayed like that for some time.

"What are you doing?" A male voice came from the doorway. They instantly stopped to see who it was. It was Valentine.

"Why are you hugging my son, you filthy house maid?"

"Don't call her that, you tiny-tittied white haired witch!" Jonathan turned to Anika, to see if she was laughing, but she looked utterly terrified. He'll never understand grown-ups.

Valentine walked over to his son, stood in front of him for only a moment, before backhanding him and Anika. She feel to the ground, and he curled up under his covers in shock, watching his father from above them. The hit left a red mark on both faces.

"Don't forget who is superior in this house, who the master is. You get out of line one more time…" He let the threat hang in the air for the both of them.

"Get up and get out. If I ever catch you in hear again," he grabbed her elbow, bringing her closer to him, and whispered in her ear, "I'll kill you." He roughly pushed her out the door and quickly followed, slamming his son's door shut. Here he was, left alone in the darkness. Again. He took a shaky breath and wept more, staining his pillow.

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Anika watched Valentine walk away. He thinks that just because his son is part demon, that you should be unnecessarily violent to him. Jocelyn thought the same way too. But she knew better. She didn't forget that he is also part human. As she walked down the main hall to clean some other random ass room, she realized that could not let an innocent boy grow up like this. She realized that in order for him to be safe, his parents had to go. But she was not capable of murder, so there had to be an alternative. She just didn't know what yet. But she'd find out eventually. She decided to turn in for the night. As she was getting into her nightclothes, she went about going over ways to protect him from his parents. She could just forget about him, but she knew he needed her. She could give him a drug that would make him forget everything from the past day, to make his present one better. But over time it'd wear off. She could take him and leave. But Valentine would track her black ass to the ends of the earth. Wait. What if she cloned Jonathan, took the real one with her, and leave the clone hear? It might just work. It might.

And so, for the next months, she begun to plan out her little scheme. Planned where she would go, what their new names would be, etc. She worked it all out. All she would soon need is Jonathan's approval, of this 'runaway mission.' And he says no, then she'll find another to protect him. Any way to make sure he's safe.

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Hi. I'm new to all this fanficing stuff, so please don't judge too harshly. This is kind of what I made up in my head about what would happen in CoHF. And I'm thinking about putting these up every other day. It'll turn into one long ass story, and hopefully a good one. But anyway, deuces for now. 😏