A/N: Hiya! This is my first story, and I just have to say that I loooove the Mortal Instruments series!XDXDXD Also, this story's main characters are MY characters, but there will also be some OC's, which are owned by Cassandra Clare! That right there was my ultimate disclaimer for this story! Chandra and Xander and Duncan and Alana and Velvella are mine, but Jace, Clary, Alec, Magnus, Isabelle, Simon, etc are not!
ChandraPOV
The lime green and hot pink spotlights danced around the room. They were hard on my eyes, in contrast to the darkness of the club, and they made me feel oddly light and intoxicated. Though, that could've been from the several caffeinated drinks I had tonight. The leader from the group of teenage boys across the room winked at me, but I paid no attention him.
Duncan, however, shot him a quick dirty look. Duncan was attractive in a way, but his dark hair, eyes and skin didn't really do anything for me. Though his height made him seem untouchable, he was really down to earth, and extremely protective of me.
"Relax, Duncan- Donuts! Don't let them ruin this! Stop acting like an older brother, and start acting like my best friend!" I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him over to one of the worn, furry white couches.
"Alright, but just because you asked." He said calmly, but snuck me a dark look for the use of his grandmother's favorite nickname for him.
"Great!" I said, sitting down on one of the couches.
We were at Club Chaos, the most popular club for kids in Jackson Michigan, and I could see why. It was playing great music like 3 Days Grace, 3 Doors Down, Evanescence, Paramour, and Flyleaf. It also had wonderful snacks and drinks (nonalcoholic of course). My mother said that I was only allowed to go if Duncan went.
Duncan Laney and I have been friends since first grade, mainly because my mother had wanted someone to protect me on the first day of first grade, and had asked him. My mother, as beautiful as she may be, was utterly crazy sometimes. She's an interior designer, and almost always has something to do, which leaves little time for me.
"Hey, Chandra, is anyone home? I've been talking to you for the past five minutes!" Duncan said, waving his hands frantically in front my face. I shook my head and look him in the eye.
"What's wrong, Chandra?" He asked, scooting closer, so that he could put his arm around my shoulder.
"Nothing much, Duncan, just think about my mom and her frivolous ways…." I said, hugging him loosely.
"I know sometimes it doesn't seem like it, but she really loves you, Chandra," he stopped when he seen that I was giving him a look, "I'm serious, Marks, she does."
"Sure, that's why she can never get away from me fast enough… Never mind, now I'm ruining the fun! Let's dance, Laney." I said, pulling him up from the couch."
"Alright, Marks let us dance!" he said, smiling a bright smile that looked really white against his African-American skin.
We jogged to the dance floor, which was overflowing with sweaty bodies. They were playing a Muse song at the moment, and it was slow and electric. Perfect for dancing with your best friend. We moved together, moving along with the beat, his hands were on my hips.
The song ended just as Duncan said he would be gone for a moment. I was about to head back to the couch, but I felt a hand on my lower back. I whirled, to see a boy with pink hair and a tattoo next to his eyebrow.
"Hallo, love, want to dance?" he said in an obviously fake English accent. I didn't like him. It was that basic intuition that got me weird looks since Middle School.
"Um, no thanks…" I said, trailing off awkwardly.
"Dagger," he said, thinking I was asking his name. Then he took my hand and lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it.
"Chandra," I replied, politely, but I was really nervous, now especially because he was smiling at me in an almost hungry way.
"What a delicious name, so fitting for an absolutely delicious looking girl," he purred, like a cat purring to the canary.
"Um… thanks, Dag-ger," I said, stumbling over his obviously fake name. What wasn't fake about this guy?
"Dance with me, love," he commanded, pulling me swiftly against him. He smelled sweet- too sweet, but that wasn't what freaked me out. What really freaked me out was the fact his body seemed to be twitching underneath mine.
He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Let's go somewhere more private, love. When I take you, I don't want anyone but me to be able to enjoy you."
I snapped my small body backward, and slapped my hand across his face. His head snapped to the side, and I could see a red mark on his frighteningly pale skin. My hand hurt.
"I don't know who you think you're talking to, but I'm not just gonna let you 'take me'! Now, if you touch me again, I will hurt you. Got it?" I said, threateningly.
"You hurt me? Oh, love, if your half as tasty as you are amusing-'' he was cut off by another voice.
"Chandra! There you are!" Duncan said, jogging up to me. He didn't seem to see Dagger, "Where've you been, Soda Pop?"
"Getting harassed by this idiot right here!-'' I said, whirling away from Duncan to point an accusing finger at Dagger. Except, when I turned, there was no one there.
"You finally going crazy, Chandra? Because there is absolutely no one there," he chuckled, nervously. In fact, I was pointing at a brick wall.
"There- there was this guy- with pink hair- and he kept saying how 'tasty' I looked and, he was said he was going to 'take' me and- and- and!" I said, and started breathing rapidly.
"Whoa! Chandra! I was kidding, kid, are you okay?" He asked, cupping my face in his hands, "Breath, Chandra! Just breath"
"I'm okay," I said, pulling out of his hold.
"You are? Are you sure, because if you are, then I'm going to go kick his-'' I cut of his rampage.
"No you aren't, just leave it." I said, but he was already walking away.
"Duncan! Please! We're here to have fun, not start a fight!" I hissed, grabbing him by his arm, and trying to jerk him to a stop, but he wasn't having it. When did he get so strong?
"Fine!" I said, stopping, and throwing his arm down, "You just better hope you find him before I do, because if you don't, I will let him 'taste' me, Duncan Laney!" I stormed away, not really caring that Duncan was still not stopping.
"Now where would I go if I was someone who likes to-'' I said turning around, but ended up running into someone.
"So your mates are gone then, love?" It was Dagger.
"Yes, he is," I said, lifting my head so I could look him the eye. His eyes were the weirdest shade of brown I had ever seen- almost black.
"Great! Come on then, love, and let's dance!" he enthused. He grabbed my hand, and I felt that twitching once again. It was like his body wasn't comfortable in his skin.
When we got to the dance floor, he pulled me against him roughly, and put his hands on my hips. It was really different than dancing with Duncan- and even that was a little bit awkward. This was like he was trying to consume me by dancing with me. It was weird, and awkward.
After about fifteen minutes of that, he leaned down so he could whisper something in my ear.
"Come outside with me, love," he commanded, and started pulling me towards the backdoor before I could even reply. It was hard getting through the crowd of people, but Dagger was determined.
When we got outside, the cold wind hit me like a slap in the face. I shivered, but Dagger didn't seem to notice.
"Can I go grab my coat, real quick?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.
He let out a horrible, vicious laugh, and said "No more time for that, love, its time I devoured you."
I was suddenly having a really bad feeling about this. That was a lie. I knew from the moment I seen Dagger that he was bad news, but I let my stupid pride and idiocy take over. And now, I had a feeling that I might not live long enough to regret it.
I glared at him, and took a step back. He followed me. Then, I realized that was probably the worse move I could've made. Now, my back was against the wall-literally- and I had some sort of evil right in front of me.
"You really do look absolutely delicious, love," he growled, and then something happened to him. He wasn't a pink haired, tattooed kid any longer, but rather a black, burnt….Thing. His eyes, which looked into mine for a moment, were completely red, but no pupil at all.
"What are you?" I asked, surprising coherent.
He let out that vicious laugh again.
"Oh, Oh, my love, my love! I am your worst nightmare!" he said, as he put his mouth to my throat to kill me.
