Hi there readers! Welcome to my first Mortal Instruments fan fiction!
WARNING: If you are reading this strictly for Sebastian/Jonathan, you will be disappointed. He is a major part of this story, but is not the main character. So I'm sorry if you want him in the story 100% of the time, but this is not the story for you. In this story, you will learn of a young Shadowhunter, Madeline, and her story. The story takes place almost as a parallel story to the Mortal Instruments series (so basically her story is happening as the story of the series is going on). Characters in the books are apparent and introduced in the story as they are to Madeline. The only reason Sebastian is the only one tagged in the story is because he- hehehe well I guess you will find out ;D Anyways, sorry for the long rant, I just wanted you all to know what you're reading!
I do not own any of the Mortal Instrument stories or characters and praise the heavenly power that is Cassandra Clare!
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As evening went on and the city of New York fell into darkness, streetlights slowly started to illuminate, lighting the gum stuck, bustling streets.Light reflected through the clouds of both smog from the cars and the light haze coming from the drains due to a fresh rain. Colored lights lit from signs of clubs and restaurants, blurred into the clouds, forming glowing space when walking through the light haze. Groups of people passed her in crowds of laughing teenagers or sometimes groups of businessmen in suits, yet none ever paid any attention to her. Usually, she made it her goal to be unnoticed until it was necessary to be noticed.
As she turned the corner onto a new block, the red sign had come into view along with a line forming underneath it. This was the time when she would start to be noticed. Ducking back into an alley, she quickly pulled off her sneakers and jeans, revealing black fishnets. She replaced he jeans with a black mini skirt that clung tightly to her curves and ended mid-thigh. Black boots were now laced up to her knees, the heeling giving her a 3-inch boost to her regular height. Under the sweatshirt turned out to be a red top, flaring at her wrists with tight sleeves on her thin arms, and dipping into a draping V-neck. It fit her tightly and she tucked it under the waist if the skirt, covering both with a thick black belt equipped with a few pouches. After the clothes had been discarded in the ally, she turned the corner, heading towards the club while pulling her down from the pins that were holding it. Light golden blonde curls fell from their confinement, bouncing over her shoulders and down her back.
Music from inside the club could be heard, and felt, as she waited in the line. Young teenagers around the same age she is, stood in groups in the line, all laughing and chatting. A large bouncer stood at the door, a sheet of paper and a clip board in his hand.
"Hey pretty thing." A voice came from behind her. A guy, about 17, stood behind her, his spiked brown hair was forming a point on his head. On his face was a plastered on grin, reflecting his high ego which also shown in his dark green eyes.
"Can I help you?" She said, paying no attention to him.
"I don't know, baby, could you?" she rolled her eyes and moved forward in the line a little. The boy and his group of friends chuckles and he raised his hands. "Ok, ok. I get it. So how did a girl like you get her name on a list like this?" he said with a snarky voice. The girl turned and really looked at him this time. He obviously came from a wealthy family, a privileged life, and he obviously didn't believe she did.
"I'm not on the list." She said, closing in on the front of the line. Is eyebrows raised.
"Well sorry to tell you, darling, but it's gonna be hard for you to get in. You see," he moved closer to her, "you've got to have your name on that list. But don't fret, I bet I can pull some strings." He winked lightly. He might have been the most revolting thing she'd ever seen.
"I can get in on my own." She said plainly. The boys behind her made snide remarks as she walked up to the bouncer.
"Name?" he said, flipping through pages.
"It should be at the bottom." Her voice was angelic, magnified by the sparkle in her pale grey eyes, framed in charcoal black make up that rose like smoke on her eyelids. The bouncer looked at her and blinked, nodding and moving the rope.
"Of course. Go on in." she turned and walked, twinkling her fingers at the dumbfounded boys in line.
Fog poured from the from the club door when it opened, providing a cool feeling on the back of her legs. The beat and music was loud, leaving a pulse in the back of her head as she entered. Fog washed over the whole club, changing colors due to the lights at every spot in the room. People were clumped together on the dance floor, moving as one in a flowing, liquid motion. Couches and large pillows were seated in areas around the dance floor, filled with people laughing and drinking.
Silently she walked over to a corner, pulling out her stele from her belt. Holding onto the metal tube, she drew a few runes over her wrists, matching the ones that were able to lightly be seen under her top. After replacing her stele, she made her way out onto the floor, snaking past people. There he was in the middle of the floor, pressed against an unknowing girl. When she made her way towards him, she grinned, silver eyes locking on him. The boy looked up, bright green eyes locked on the sight of her. Slowly the confused girl was released from his grasp as he moved to her. He took her hand, turning her and pressing against her back, his other arm going around her waist and his mouth pressing against her ear.
"I see you changed your mind." he whispered deeply.
"Hm. Impressed that I got in?"
"Very." he said, looking at her with a cat like grin. She smiled and took his hand, moving her way off the floor and leading him. As if invisible, no one saw them as they walked. Once off the floor, they made their way over to the corner, light barely illuminating their faces in the dark. The boy's eyes closed in on her, shining brightly and hungrily as he pressed her against the wall of the crowded club. The two locked eyes before the faint glow of a teal gemstone set in a twisted silver band around her finger caught his attention. "What's that?" he asked huskily. By this point her one hand was wrapped around his neck, hand twisting in his hair as her eyes remained locked on him.
"It senses things."
"Like what?" by this point, his hand had found its way to her side, running over the curves of her skirt. "Chemistry?"
A slow grin appeared on her face for a brief second before changing. Her face, once devilish and luring, had turned cold and focused eyes narrow. "No. Demons." His eyes flashed an unnatural green, like serpent's eyes, filled with anger. Before he had time to do anything, she was on him, grabbing onto his neck while pinning him onto the wall, a silver shinning danger at the base of his throat.
"You're a Shadowhunter!" he hissed, but before another sound could come from his lips, the dagger burned into his throat. Black thick liquid spilled from the puncture in a disgusting gurgling sound. Seconds later, the demon folded in on itself, disappearing into a void and leaving nothing behind. Flipping her hair and cleaning the dagger, she slipped it into a loop on the black belt on her waist. Glancing around to check for people looking, she sighed lightly, seeing as people had paid no attention to her and just kept dancing to the current song. Relieve filled her as she took a step, that is, until a pair of black eyes, focused and hard, caught her attention from the middle of the dance floor. There he stood, in the middle of the floor, a boy looking right at her.
Well there you go! First chapter! I hope you liked it! I will try to upload the next one in a couple of days. Please read, review, comment and share! If you're bored, look me up on Tumblr!
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