Hiya, welcome to InfinityIsALostDreamer! This is my first fanfiction! Yay! Please feel free to follow, favourite, and review what you think about this one shot.

DISCLAIMER: All rights go to the wonderful and lovely Cassandra Clare.

You see them pouring in. The doors were only designed to keep faerie out. Not them. They were, after all, Shadowhunters. Nevermind the fact they had drank from the Infernal Cup.

The Endarkened.

You don't recognise many of them as they threaten to endanger the Nephilem young. As they cut down the guards and children. Some make their way towards you. You, Livvy, Ty, Dru, baby Tavvy, and Emma. Being the eldest, you try to herd your siblings into a group and shield them.

That's when you recognise the Dark Shadowhunter in front of you. Tangled hair exactly the same shade as yours. Same blue-green eyes you painted onto your siblings portraits-except this pair was bloodshot.

"Ty, Tiberius. My Ty. Come here."he calls out with violent hunger explicitly mounded into his eyes.

"Dad?"your brother steps forward. Livvy pulls into his arm but to no avail.

The monster who had stolen Arthur Blackthorn's face grins treacherously and you glimpse into it's deadly soul. You see into the evil and darkness that had haunted your father's boday. You see the squirming destructive horror and chaos injected into the man who once had given you life.

When Ty takes another step towards the enemy, you don't care that it's your dad's face. All you care about is to make sure are siblings are safe.

You thrust the shortsword from You belt towards Andrew Blackthorn's chest. Maybe the gods blessed that throw, even though they now hate you.

You know the monster is long gone before it hits the marble floor of the Acoords Hall. The others know it too.

Patricide.

It isn't spoken but you know that the word will always haunt you for the rest of your life. Maybe even after you yourself die.

"I hate you!"your ten year old brother lunges at you, with anger dominant on his tear-stained face. All you can do is thank the Angel he is safe and alive."You killed him, I hate you, I hate you!"

You realise Ty really does mean it as his twin pulls him away. You're grateful they're alive. Livvy with her soothing words and gentle hands. Dru looking up with terrier, wet eyes. Two year old Tavvy with his unstoppable tears.

But Emma...

You will never forget the look on her face.

You awake with a jolt. Your nose feels red and eyes puffy. Tears streak down your face, cortesy of yet another reminder of that horrid day. That was when you were twelve. You're seventeen, now.

But you will never forget.

Thanks for taking your time reading this short one shot. Please review!

~InfinityDreamer