Alright, so this is my first Mortal Instruments story. I know, I know. It's short, but I'll try to lengthen it as the story continues! Enjoy! Or hate, which ever. But, as all the other authors on here prefer, I would like you to enjoy!
Emilee trudged through the forest, her arms scraped and bleeding from falling into brier patches multiple times.
Her curly auburn hair was tousled wildly and decorated with twigs and leaves. Pale blue eyes stood out on Emilee's cream colored skin, which was dotted with freckles and caked with mud.
Her petite body trembled, her sobs sounding almost silent. Feeling the weight smash against her body, she cried out in pain.
The Demon's fangs sunk into Emilee's skin, trading venom for blood. "So good," it hissed, sinking the fangs into Emilee once more. Now lying on the forest floor, Emile's body was sprawled out. Her satin gown was ripped, revealing blood soaked skin.
Pain shot through out her arm as she moved it, searching for something - anything that might kill this creature. Finally, her small hand grasped onto an item. It was sharp, Emilee thought to herself, trying her best to ignore the pain as the venom raced through her veins. Emilee's arm shook as she lifted it, using her last bit of energy she had. Sure that her aim was accurate without glancing, she flashed her hand down, cutting into the Demon with the blade. Then...
Blackness.
You're probably thinking, "Well, where does Jace or Clary or anyone else come in?" You'll fine out soon.
(Cliff hanger... I'm so evil, aren't I?)
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