I wrote this because I really love the infernal devises and I was really bored over Christmas break. its a cross between the Infernal Devises and the book I wrote over the summer. It really doesn't make sense unless you've read them both. the link to my book is on my profile. pleases read and review. If it's really bad or if no one reads it I'll stop updating.
I do not own the infernal devises, that belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Chapter 1: bad dream
She was running, the clicking sounds of machinery are right behind her. Ash glimpsed an automaton chasing her. The clockwork monster barely resembled a human. Tall and spindly with saws for hands and a smooth oval of metal for a face. It grabbed at her but she didn't scream. She woke up from the nightmare just as it reached her.
The room was dark and Ash could see nothing. She was breathing hard as though she had actually been running. The soft music that constantly played from Alek's room calmed the angel down quickly. The clock on her bedside table read 2:30 a.m. a good four hours before Alek would wake up. With little chance of getting more sleep. Ash decided to read a book. She selected one on Nephilim in Victorian London.
A few hours later Ash could hear Alek making breakfast. She put the book down and went in to join him. "Good morning," he said.
"And you" replied Ash. Alek set two plates of pancakes and cups of coffee on the island then slid in to the stool beside her.
"Someone didn't sleep well," he said softly.
"I had a nightmare." Replied Ash after taking a large sip of coffee.
"Will a day in London cheer you up?" he asked, refilling her mug.
"A day in London always cheers me up," said the blue-eyed girl.
"Then that's where we'll go," said Alek.
"Oh that reminds me," said Ash "I read a book of Nephilim history after I woke up. It's amazing how far the world has come since then". Over breakfast, Ash told Alek all about the shadow hunters of the London institute and how they defeated Mortmain's army.
After breakfast they went to get dressed. It was mid-Januarynow so Ash dressed in dark jeans, knee-high boots, a tank top and of course her favorite gray trench coat. Just as a precaution she slipped a stele in to her pocket. She went in to the main room and found Alek waiting for her. "Shall we be off?" he asked.
"Yes, we shall". By now Ash had spent so much time in England that she had a slight British accent. Alek had never really lost his. They stepped through the door and into the city they loved so mush and knew so well... or so they thought.