'The Lord said to her, "Two nations are in your womb, and two peoples from within you will be separated; one people will be stronger than the other, and the older will serve the younger."' (Genesis 25:23)

Aline's eyes followed the girl on the television. The hero just stab a chicken, and threw it's bleeding body on the floor. She mumbled a song in an old language that the director probably created just for this movie.

Seelie threw popcorn on the screen. "Morons! This is not how you summon a demon at all!"

The others rolled their eyes. Seelie always had her own opinion about everything. She believed that the teacher were idiots who were picked specifically to slow her down from being the head cheerleader, that every guy who didn't liked her was gay, and that every girl in school needs to wear high heels. Then again, Seelie was the queen of Idris high. With her long scarlet hair, clear blue eyes and sweet high voice it was hard to be the queen bee. Seelie were had to have opinion about everything, because the queen always have opinion.

Aline cell rang, and broke her thoughts from the movie. Helen and Kealie didn't seemed to mind, but Seelie sighted. Cold chill run through her body as she picked the call. "Hi sis."

"You didn't answer my text! Where are you? You were spouses to help me dye my hair today!"

Helen put her head on Aline's thigh, and her heart just skipped a bit. "I forgot! The girls just invited me to a movie night and I thought it would be fun. Sorry Clary, I promise I'll make it up for you."

She could almost picture her step sister rolls her eyes. Clary had her own opinion about Aline's friends, one that her friends had about Clary. Aline never listing to her when she told her the girls she hangs out with are sluts, and she ignored from her friends coursing Clary behind her back. Aline hated fights. It was the only drawback at their parents marriages. She loved having Clary around, to share with her clothes and late night meals. If only Seelie would have been like her, and then their life would have been perfect.

"What I'm doing with my hair?"

"We'll fix it tomorrow."

"But I've got roots…"

"Then call Simon. He'll do anything for you."

"You kidding me, right?"

"Well… one of your other friends probably knows how to help, right? Call them today, and I'm promise you I would do the laundry tomorrow."

Clary consider it. Aline thought she hang up before she heared her sister say, "You'll regret it."

Aline smiled. She knew it was her sister's way to tell her that she'll take the deal. "Love you."

Her sister hang up on her.

Seelie tapped her beautiful nails on the floor. With looking back she said, "Clary dyes her hair? We should publish a picture with her original hair on the school's page to prove she is a fake. And fake redhead, out of everything. Redhead!"

"Actually-" Aline started to talk when Kealie broke her.

"Your step sister is such a looser." She popped her gum and checked her text messages. "What other friends she have except for that rat boy?"

Helen, who knew how much Aline liked her sister, shoot at her other two friends warning look. "Stop it."

"Whose side are you on?" Seelie turn towards them, at last. "She always acting like she is better then everyone, when the truth is- she is an idiot. Nobody likes her, and she is…"

"Just stop. You really wants to waste our night gossip about Clary?"

That finally made Seelie to shut up. Aline knew that if her and Helen's relationship was not a secret, she would have been kissed her right then. Their friends looked again at the screen. The girls were silent.

Ugly creature threatened the hero. She screamed as flames appeared in his hands.

Seelie snored. "Lame!" She turn off the television and turned over the other girls. "This movie sucks. They didn't even tried to make the demon look like real monster."

Kealie nodded, agrees with every word that her queen told her. "Lame!"

Helen pulled herself up from Aline's lap. "That's the director's artistic view. Respect that."

"There is nothing artistic about that! If I would have been the director, the demons were far more realistic. They would have been looked like humans, and they would have been hot."

"Most of the art says that the demons are ugly." Aline said. "Books and all that, you know." She didn't add that Clary told her that once.

"You wrong. Demons should be hot. Everyone knows that."

"Seelie, this is how the director thought the demons should look like…"

"And he was wrong."

"This is just a movie!"

Seelie shaked her head. "The problem is not that it's just a movie! This is bigger then this. He lost it completely, and he has no connection with the reality. He should have make this film like the real life, where demons are never ugly and they don't speak crap."

Aline knew she should say nothing. She knew it would only make this conversation last more then it should, and that if she won't hold her tonged she would regret about it. Too bad Aline always had trouble hold her tonged. "So he made the demons ugly. So what? Maybe this how demons really looks. Who knows? I've never seen a demon. Guess none of you eather."

Seelie stared at her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Helen pinched her arm, silently punishing her for putting an idea in Seelie's mind that none of them would like.

"I don't understand," Maia asked her as she brushed the chemical paste to her friends hair. "Why did Aline ditched you?"

Clary looked at the ceiling and tried not to move. "One guess."

"I know who made her, but why? I thought she told you that she is trying to be less controlled by the witchy- bitchy."

Clary stare at the celling. She promised her sister that she will keep her mouth shut. Aline told her she was gay only a few nights ago, and since Aline was terrible at keeping secret, Clary knew this whole thing must be new to her as well. She might have been close enough to Maia that she could call her at ten p.m. to dye her roots, yet she won't betray Aline like that and would tell her that she thinks that the only reason her sister went, was because her new girlfriend must be there two. "Well, they are friends since first grade. Or maybe Kealie and Helen convinced her."

Maia washed her hands. "Kealie for sure." She checked the time in her phone. "Helen got tired of the bitch as much as you. Coming to think about that, beside of Kealie, everyone hates Seelie. Your sister needs to tell her no…"

"Enough," Clary tried not to move her head. It happened to her a few times- someone made her turn and the paste in her hair dropped on the floor. In those cases her mom would have seen the marks and got mad. "Can we talk about something else? I don't want to ruin what's left from Sunday on her."

Maia shrugged. Clary notice the move made her shrink, and knew Jordan were involved. "Have it your way. So you tried to send your paintings to this competition?"

"Yeah, but it would take them at least three weeks before they would send me answer."

"You'll get in. Your paintings are amazing."

"Simon told me that two. You two thinks the same sometimes."

Maia smiled and pretended she didn't got the thick hint. "Jordan agrees with me two. And so does Magnus. We all like your art girl."

"Jordan tells you this because he knows this is what you want to hear. And Magnus tells me that so I won't grow tired of him and he would be alone again. Simon and you are my best friends since we were four years old, and the only people who would tell me their honest opinion."

Maia sat next to her. She didn't lie to Clary and told her that there are others out there that would tell her the truth, or that Magnus and Jordan say what they thinks. "You still win."

"Maybe." Clary looked at her friends arms, and searched for a peace that was not cover with make up. It was hard with the dim light, and with Maia dark skin. "But there are artists all around the world who tries their luck. Why would the judges chose me?"

Maia smiled. She didn't lie her back on the chair, Clary noticed. "They would like it. Trust me, your art is incredible."

Clary smiled. She found her friend arm and squeezed it lightly, noticing that she jumped in her sit. "Do you want to stay here tonight? My mom would come back late and Patrick is on a business trip to god knows where."

Before Maia could answer, the power cut off.

This was stupid. Aline and Helen both tried to tell that to Seelie, but Kaelie were excited of the idea so much that Seelie believed it was a good one. She came back about half hour ago, carrying with her salt and four candles. Apparently this was "the right way to invite the demons" or something. She and Kaelie used the salt to create a circle, and put the candles around in even distance from each. Kaelie sat at the circle's edge- "at the north"- and Seelie sat right in front of her- "at the south." "You two," she gestured to the others, "needs to sit at the east and west. Then he could hear us wherever he is."

"You're taking it too far," Helen crossed her arms. "You can't actually believe-"

"Come on!" The redhead pushed. "What do we got to loose?" She smiled almost innocently to her friends. "If this is bullshit, like you two says, then nothing would happened. And if I'm right…" something dark add to her face. "Then we would have a demon to serve us. You'll like it, trust me."

Aline wanted to agree, it was just something inside her that told her this was a bad idea. She was not a religion person, and still. There were things that you should not make fun of. It was too goth to her taste, and if this crap is real… well, it wasn't, but if they do something like that, maybe if there is a god he would be mad at her when she'll die. "I don't know."

Kaelie shook her head. "Come on! It would be fun."

Helen snored. "Fun?"

"Seelie, you were right," Aline add. "The film was awful. It doesn't mean you should go to this extreme to prove us…"

Seelie pointed on her said. "Move your ass, now bitches!"

Helen sigh. She sat at Seelie's right- at the east- which left Aline to sit in the west. She hissed a second before she set to Seelie's left. She ignored her friends satisfied smirk as they all hold their hands.

"Now repeat after me!" Seelie said. "Ho, mighty demon, we are calling you! Hear us from the deep of hell, listen to our prayers!"

"Ho, mighty demon," they repeated, "we are calling you! Hear us from the deep of hell, listen to our prayers!"

"Send us your light, your glory and power! Bless us with your present!"

"Send us your light, your glory and power! Bless us with your present!"

Seelie closed her eyes. Kaelie hurry to do the same. Helen rolled her eyes while Aline fight the need to check if someone gave her like on her last photo on Instagram.

Clary light the candle. She handle it to Maia and said "here. Take it to the guests room. There is a shower there, I would find the flash light and go find you something to wear."

Maia took the candle. "Sure you don't want light?"

"It's fine. I can find everything in my home," she pointed to her left. "Kitchen. Go throwers my back, you'll find my room. The one next to him is yours for tonight."

Maia nodded. She followed Clary's order, still keeping the candle close to her hands. Clary watched her back walking at the darkness, blurring with the shadows. It was the fourth time that week that the power cut off. As she walked threw the kitchen's entrance, she wonder if mom and Patrick paid the bills. They forgot twice already. Her hands reached in the darkness to the fridge. Right next to it was the cabinet. If she remembered correctly, the flash light was in the first drawer under it.

She hoped that Aline would come back soon. A couple meant safety, group meant safety and calm. She should have invite Si as well, but her best friend hang out tonight with his band. They practiced for their concert at Java Jones soon, and she knew Simon would never ditch it for "girly stuff," as he liked to call it. Well, if she got lucky, the power would come back in a short…

Something sharp cut her finger. She pulled her hand up and coursed. It was the knifes drawer. "Ho, my god…" she talked to herself. Maybe letting Maia the candle was a bad idea. It might be her home, but ever since Aline and her father moved in, a year ago, she couldn't find her stuff.

Just when she remembered where they put the flash light, the power came back. She turned her head back and felt shiver in her body. Some sense inside her called "Aline!"

"Well?" Helen asked.

"It would take another second," Seelie said, her eyes still closed.

Helen sigh. She tried to say something when a cold wind blow in the room. The candles light faded. Kaelie opened her eyes, curies. Aline turned her head to see if the window was open. Seelie alone sat still.

The wind blew harder. All of the four girls fall back, their eyes closed and the world Faded away.

I don't know what would be with that story, but someone where had to write it down. Too bad that every time I've tried to write a fanfic with over three chapters I've deleted it. All right, let's do something like that: I'll publish the first, unedited and needs improve version of the story and try to make at least ten chapters out of it. You'll review me or pm me one thing that you liked in the cornet chapter, and one thing that you thinks that needs to be improved. If I'll be lucky enough to finish this version, I'll take the things you like and the things you hate and I'll try to rewrite the story. I'll publish in my profile points things that are important to me to know, but if there are things of your own I'll be happy to know.

And as for 'My Fault' followers: I didn't forgot this story. I have a good idea for another shot, but I stuck with it so I'll try this weekend to write it again.

Thanks for reading!