Angelic Demon

Life of the Shadowhunters

1

Leigh-Ann Grace Taylor

Sleep had evaded Leigh-Ann once more. The wretched nightmares caused her to fear ever falling asleep, and she sat up straight with her knees pulled up to her chest. These nightmares had been occurring for over a month now and kept reoccurring over and over; all were similar and she assumed that they had meaning. She didn't like that.

It wasn't often that she ever took her hands off of her stele and seraph blade at night in fear that at any time now something bad would happen.

For years now, she'd felt that something was wrong with her and that a huge part was missing. But of course there was, because her parents, she was told by her aunt, had died when she was a mere infant. Being shadowhunters, she assumed it was because of their duties. She closed her eyes, thinking about how that could be her someday; dying, fighting demons.

She stood up, going to the mirror to look at her reflection. Her eyes had the darkness of circles underneath them and she was paler than usual. Her aunt, Christa, had always said her face was "angelic" and that one day the angels would claim her because of her "angelic" beauty and power. "By the Angel, Gabriel will have to take you," she would say. By her tone, she thought she was serious, but she disregarded it and thought she was kidding.

Her hair was long and reached to the small of her back in a mix of waves and curls, the color being a brilliant bronze. Her eyes were hazel, though sometimes changing to a form of a bright green. She was tall and slender and had all the right curves. Leigh-Ann met perfection that didn't make sense.

Not that she thought that.

She turned on the light, looking over in the corner. Her dog, Sadie, a german Shepard, raised her head to look up at Leigh-Ann, who responded by kneeling and opening her arms. Sadie responded immediately, and trotted over, sitting in front of Leigh-Ann, who hugged her neck.

"I'm scared, Sadie," she muttered. Sadie nuzzled her neck and licked her affectionately. Leigh-Ann did her best not to let any tears escape her eyes.

A scream came to her ears and she immediately grabbed her seraph blade, standing. Sadie barred her teeth. Leigh-Ann wrenched the door open, her cat-like reflexes kicking in to where she started sneaking stealthily. When she heard voices, she stopped in the hallway, staying hidden.

"Accept it, Christa," an unfamiliar, deep voice said. "Leigh-Ann will not become one with who she is. Instead, she will fall."

Leigh-Ann knit her eyebrows together.

"Leigh-Ann will not fall." Her aunt's voice was full of venom. "Leigh-Ann will become one with who she is and will glow amongst the glory that she already has."

"She'll become a fallen one, for the blood that seeps in her veins will eat away her sweet blood and take control of her, making her as blood thirsty and evil as all can get."

Fallen one, she thought. But what does that mean?

"She will earn her wings and when she does is when she destroys that disgusting blood you sick demons put inside of her."

Leigh-Ann bit her tongue, resisting a gasp from escaping her lips.

"Christa, tell me why you were put on this earth."

There was a dead silence before the deep voice spoke again. "You were put here to protect her, weren't you? And you've been hiding your wings all along. The earth is no place for an angel, Christa; especially when demons like me are put on it."

A loud shriek was let out and Leigh-Ann jumped out, pulling her seraph blade out. Its glow lit the entire room when she yelled, "Gabriel."

"Ah, Leigh-Ann; it's good to see you, beautiful." She looked at the source of the voice she had been hearing. It was a young man maybe her age. He was tall and had absolutely stunningly blonde hair. His muscles were emphasized in his arms and his chest; to her, he was absolutely beautiful, but when she looked down at her aunt, anger flared up inside her.

"Who, in the Angel's name, are you?" she growled, glaring up at him.

"I am Jonathan Morgenstern," he answered, a malevolent smile spreading across his lips. "I am here to take you where you belong."

"…" she raised her seraph blade to him. "I'm sorry but I will not be going anywhere with you."

She glanced down at Christa, whose eyes were dimly looking up at her. "Leigh-Ann, there's something you don't know-"

Jonathan kicked her aunt who let out a shriek. "Now, now, Christa, we must not tell secrets."

Leigh-Ann looked at him with a look that, if it could, would kill him.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she screamed.

"How about we talk about introductions later? We should really get going."

"I don't think you heard me the first time," she snarled.

"Who said it was an option? I'll take you by force if that's what you want." His body movement was quick and fluent. If it weren't for her own training and skills, she probably would not have been able to move at his pace. She stopped his hand that was coming to her throat swinging her foot up toward his chin. Unfortunately, his skills were just as good or possibly even better, because he caught her foot and twisted her to where she landed flat on her stomach. She bit her tongue to prevent from releasing any signs of pain. Her seraph blade was under her stomach with her hand tightly wrapped around the hilt.

"Now, as I was saying, let's come along now," he said. She felt his hand go to the collar of her jacket but suddenly was gone again. She looked up to see where he'd gone.

Sadie had tackled Jonathan and was wrestling with him on the floor. Leigh-Ann grabbed her seraph blade, jumping up and running over to them. When she was about to bring the blade down, Jonathan's foot caught her own, bringing her down to the floor flat on her back. He threw Sadie over into the wall and stood up.

"You're going to be an excellent little demon," he said, maliciously.

"I'm not a demon; I'm not like you," she spat.

"Oh, but you will be." He reached down toward her when her aunt's body was flying at him. A shriek came to her ears and she looked over.

Christa had a blade stuck through her ribs. Leigh-Ann let out a cry of terror.

"Christa!" she screamed; the only family that she had. She scrambled over to her aunt's body, looking down at her, tears finally escaping her eyes.

"Leigh-Ann… you're a… a…" Christa's words cut short like her breath and she lied there with her eyes open, blood seeping out, and body completely motionless.

"…AH!" she screamed, lunging toward her aunt's killer with her seraph blade glowing. He wrestled her to where he was on top of her straddling her hips.

"I'm going to kill you!" she screamed.

"No, you're not. It's time to go now, Leigh-Ann Grace."

"You won't be going anywhere with her," a voice said. A body flew toward Jonathan and took him to the ground. The body was thrown to the wall as Jonathan stood up and began running. Leigh-Ann threw her seraph blade in his direction before a blinding light came to her eyes and then darkness.