Ella
It was a rainy night...a cold night in New York City. Clary was at the Institute. The wind was blowing, and in the distance you could her a wolf's howl. Ella was sitting on her soft, king-size bed in her room at her new home.. The house, or to be exact the mansion was called Institute because if you went on the roof, you could see the moon, even if it was cloudy, rainy or even if there was a thunder storm. Today was one of those days, when anything could happen.
Suddenly, Clary heard something... a creak, then a thump and then a bang. Maybe it was just her imagination, or maybe not, but then she heard it again. That mysterious sound,so she went to her big oriel window. She looked outside, but she couldn't see anything. There was not one living soul outside, only the wind and the rain. The rain seemed to have started to pour even harder. In thought she went back to her bed, but before she got under her bright red covers, she heard the sound again. Restless and curious, she slowly walked to the big wooden door on the other side of the room. Carefully she opened it. Then she slowly and soundlessly walked out into the corridor. The corridor was lit with candles, and there were portraits of people, probably the ancestors of the previous owners, hanging on the walls. It was as if portraits were staring at her, the eyes of the people following her as she waled down the long corridor, The shadows followed her... the creaks as well. She was getting closer and closer to the place from which the strange sounds were coming. She came to an old door, she was sure she had never seen it there before. She found a key lying next to the old door, she picked it up and put it into the key hole and turned the key. She turned it once, twice and on the third turn the door opened. The door swung open...
Before her she saw a picture : an old room, like a photograph. Then bright light appeared out of nowhere. Stepping into the room, she felt a breeze. It was as if she stepped into the photograph, everything was black and white. Everything except... She turned around. There he was. She turned pale. Her legs turned to stone She saw a little boy. The small little boy was holding a knife in his small childish hands. A liquid was dripping of the knife. The liquid, gooey and red, was blood. Ella wanted to scream. She felt unnerved, what was happening? Her mind was racing, her heart was pounding, it was pounding fast. Whose blood it was she didn't know, she did not care. Her only thought was : Run. She ran, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. But the boy followed her, screaming. But Ella took no notice, she kept running. Her life was at stake. She ran down the corridor, feeling the portraits gazes. She heard them laughing. She was in front of her room, panting. , she opened the door, but it wouldnt budge. Her hands were shaking, her thoughts raced. The boy was right behind her. The door opened. She ran in and shut it with all her might. She fumbled for the key in the pocket of her dress. She locked the door then ran to her closet. She climbed in and heard the boy knock. He knocked once, then twice. She heard him stop.
Clary was frightened. She knew she was in danger. In real danger, she almost died. She came out of the closet, she saw the white light again, this time it came closer, it took shape of a white knight on a big white horse. Then she felt pain, as if something had pierced her skin. She touched her side, there was blood. Her blood. Then she fell, and the white knight. He took out his sword, and in a blink of an eye, there was no boy anymore. He killed him. Clary said ' Thank You..." and then blacked out.
In the morning she woke up, and touched her side. There was no blood, not ghost and certainly no white night. It was just a dream... she saw Jace who was lying next to her. His blue eyes staring into hers.