This is my first story so enjoy... or not :)
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Cassandra Clare, author of The Mortal Instrument and Infernal Devices series.
Chapter 1.
I was walking down a long dark corridor.
It always began like this.
There were no windows, therefore no light except the little candle I was holding between my hands.
With every step I took the strange feeling in my stomach screamed at me not to go further but I couldn't stop 'till I stood in front of a door. It was black, like everything else here and as I grabbed the doorknob my hand began to freeze, coldness shooting up my naked arms. I opened the door with a creak and stepped into the pitch black room.
The only light illuminated thing was a huge, gold framed mirror. Silence hung thick in the air, nearly crushing my lungs as I went to stand in front of it. I wore a white dress, only stopping midtigh and no shoes, not my usual long sleeved shirts and jeans to cover most of my skin from being touched. My red locks looked tousled like always and my green eyes were rimmed with red as if I've been crying.
I took a step forward to touch the smooth surface of the mirror, but as I was an inch away, my fingers already feeling the coldness radiating off the glass, I blinked and suddenly my reflection began to . . . change.
When I was younger I once fell off the swing, landing hard on my back. I couldn't breathe for what felt like hours, even though it only were about one and a half minutes.
That's what I felt like now. Only a hundred times worse.
I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. I couldn't even see straight anymore as I felt my bones break and mend together again in different places. My heart beat unnaturally fast, pumping blood so hard through my veins that I could practically feel where it went. I just couldn't contain the scream making it's way out of my throat, and why should've I ? Nobody was here. I was alone in all this.
I felt my whole body getting heavier, forcing me to my knees as they gave out under the pressure.
Finally the pain became less, until it disappeared completely, leaving me exhausted and barley conscious on the floor.
I Painfully lifted my head to look into the mirror again and gasped at what I saw, tears springing to "my" eyes.
The girl I changed into was gorgeous. "I" had brown, long and wavy hair now, nearly reaching down to "my" hips, creamy skin and a couple of inches taller than my usually small form. The only thing you could make out it was still me were the eyes. They still had the piercing green colour, now wet as silent tears streamed down "my" face.
Suddenly a hand came down onto my shoulder, squeezing it gently, as if to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. It belonged to a boy, so beautiful I closed my eyes for a moment.
He was all golden, as if he'd fallen from heaven to show the world what the word "beautiful" really meant.
Three things happened all at once then.
First, to my relief, I changed back into myself without pain.
Second, the boy behind me disappeared with a sad smile on his angelic face.
And third, pain exploded in my stomach, the wound that appeared out of nowhere instantly bleeding, leaving me screaming in pain until everything went dark.
~o0O0o~
I woke up to double over in bed, clutching my stomach as the phantom pain radiated through me for a second until it slowly subsided. I fell back in my bed with a huff, reading the time on my alarm clock.
5: 23p.m. The perfect time to stand up on a Saturday.
"Damn nightmares" I muttered and went to stand in front of the mirror, sighing at the blood that covered my body. Again.
I had those dreams since I was a little kid but it's been only two weeks ago that I began to really bleed in my sleep. I even had a huge ragged scar on my stomach. It literally made me crazy. I was tired to death, purple bruises forming beneath my eyes from the nights I tried to stay awake for as long as I could hold my heavy eyes open. I ran a hand over my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I made my way to the bathroom to scrub the blood from my Pjs before I had to throw them into the bin too.
After my "morning" routine, I went into the kitchen to grab something to eat, but when I opened the fridge there was nothing in it but a few bottles of water and two tomatoes.
Sighing, I made my way to the door, fetched my keys and went outside to the nearest supermarket.
~o0O0o~
30 minutes later, I exited the shop with two heavy bags in my arms. And in my hurry to get something to eat I forgot to drive here by car so I had to carry them all the way home.
Ugh! I just hate grocery shopping!
It was already dark outside, the coldness of winter slowly seeping into my bones. I tucked my chin deeper into my scarf and began walking home. I took a short cut through a little alleyway to my apartment, my arms beginning to hurt from the weight of the bags.
As I got deeper into the alley, it seemed like the noise of the street got lower and lower, until I couldn't hear anything at all anymore.
Pressing the bags harder against me, I began to jog, somehow scared of the soundlessness that you normally couldn't hear in a city as big as New York.
Suddenly there was a noise, like claws scratching against a brickwall but as I turned around there was nothing there. God I'm really getting paranoid now. Pull yourself together! There's nothi-
Something sprang on my back, sending me face down onto the pavement, the bags flying out of my arms as I fell.
My vision was blurry as I slowly got up on my feet, blood dripping down my left temple.
The thing was hideous. So utterly disgusting that I nearly had to gag on his clawed and ugly feet.
"Pretty little downworlder, what're you doing out here all alone?" It laughed as it slowly backed me against a wall.
I wasn't able to do anything as it got closer and closer to me, my mind blank from fear of the demon in front of me.
It liked its lips as it saw the blood on my forehead, suddenly right in front of me and gripping my face between its claws.
The only thing I was relieved about was that demons didn't really want anything than blood or flesh, or both so I at least didn't have to endure the pain of changing while it raked its claws slowly down my cheeks, the scratches drawing a little more blood.
I whimpered as it scratched its way down to my hips, but as its talons went under the waistband of my jeans I suddenly sprang into action and kicked it in its stomach and away from me.
I began to ran, as fast as I never ran before but I heard it screaming behind me.
"I'm going to kill you slowly now"
And with that it sprang at me. Making me fall to the ground again and turned me around so it could look me in the eyes.
"I'll make you suffer before you die little shapeshifter."
It wiggled its claws in front of me, demon poison slowly seeping out of its pikes and thrust it into my stomach.
. . .
. . .
. . .
Pain.
There was nothing else than horrible, unbearable pain.
I screamed, but it was muffled by its claw on my mouth then, the other in mid air, ready to pierce me again. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the blow but suddenly the demon was thrown off me into the nearest stonewall.
I couldn't see anything that was happening through the darkness and pain, only a bright shining blade and the screams of the demon as it was pierced with it and finally dissolved back into its dimension.
I moaned, pressing my hands against my wound to stop the blood from getting out but it only made it hurt even more.
The man with the glowing blade came closer, and I scrambled away from him, afraid he'd touch me.
"Don't touch me!" I gritted out but he got on his knees beside me and wiped the blood away from my head with his – thank god - gloved hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he said, his soft voice relaxing me, as far as one can relax with a hole in his abdomen.
I nodded, closing my eyes as he scooped me up in his strong, warm arms and the last thing I heard was his voice whispering something about an institute and how I had to keep my eyes open, but it just was too much.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, the only thing that held me here were his arms and the rhythmic beating of his heart.
Suddenly warmth hit my ice cold skin, and while I wondered how I could even feel something at all anymore besides the numbness, he laid me down on a bed, behind him a man who seemed to... glow as if he'd fallen in his mothers glitterbox.
"What happened?" I heard him ask but the blond boy answered for me.
"demon attacked her on the streets. That damn thing poisoned her." God, his voice was just so … beautiful, even when he sounded angry.
I smiled, half delirious until I felt a pair of hands rip my shirt away and press against my wound.
"No, please NO" I sobbed, trying to slap the hands away.
"Stop, he's going to heal you, he won't hurt you" the boy said again. And held me down by my shoulders, his hands still covered with fabric.
"You don't understand, I'm not hum-"
I sucked in a shuddering breath, my eyes widening as I felt the familiar pain shooting down my spine into my arms and legs.
And then, I was on fire.
I screamed, the sound nearly ripping my ears apart but I couldn't care less about it.
My bones began to scrunch, I could feel each and every one of them breaking.
I tried to get out of their grip but they wouldn't let me go, they were never going to let me go. . .
slowly, the pain began to fade,my breathing began to even out, my vision getting darker and darker as the seconds ticked by, the two men in the room shell shocked at what they saw.
"Camille?" the glittering man asked, eyes wide.
I smiled a pained, exhausted smile.
"I told you not to touch me."
and with that, I fell into blackness.
Soooo, I've done it, after like... 100 of hours of considering if I should upload this or not but in the end my curiosity got the better of me :D
Please tell me if there are any HUGE grammatical mistakes, because my mother tongue is German and I want to improve my English xD
I hope it wasn't too bad for my first chapter and hope to get a view reviews ;D
Put please only constructive criticism, my ego is not at its best at the moment !
SBT.