Chapter One: Dark days.
I guess this is it. I owe you one Bane, thought Rachael as she stepped in a puddle filling her already soaked shoes."Awe man," sighing she shook her foot sending the droplets flying. Looking up she finally looked at the Institute, it blended with the grey sky.
"Hmmmmmmmmm," walking forward and shouldering her father's sword and her back pack, she stepped up onto the hallowed ground. Take it easy Rach, these guys will help you... Hopefully, she thought as she knocked on the door. The sound of her fist knocking against the wet wood was disheartening, and sighing she reached for the door knob. Before she even touched the handle the door swung inward and in its place was a golden boy about a year or two older than her.
"Um I um I.." she was at a loss for words and felt the heat coming up from her neck and finding a resting place on her cheeks. Crap, she thought. The golden boy cocked a crooked smile ,"Ha, I get that reaction a lot." WHAT?! No way did this kid just say that! The heat immediately was replaced with the searing fury of anger at the arrogance of this, of this JERK!
Without her knowing, Rachael's hand had shot up to the hilt of Lemin. "I don't think you want to do that," the golden boy purred. Glancing down at his hand she saw the blade peeping out from behind his tanned flesh. Glaring at him, she slowly lowered her hand to my side.
" I'm Rachael Herondale, daughter of Joseph Herondale and Sarah Herondale. Mangus Bane sent me here.. I'm in need of a place to stay.." she said quietly. "
"I can tell. Well you might as well come in." He stepped aside leaving the entry way open. "I'm Jace by the way. Jace Wayland." He purred as he lead me down the hallway. "So Rachael, how long have you been in New York? Shadowhunter like you in a rough city like this without runes can't be too long." Jace implied.
"I've been in New York for ten years," Rachael replied defensively. The nerve... ,"After my parents died I made my way here. I've been living on the streets ever since, but that's probably boring news to you anyways." Rachael hadn't realized that Jace had stopped in his tracks, and ended up running into his hard back and dropping her back pack and her Father's sword, Lemin, in the process of.
"Hey!" Rachael cried out. "Ten years," Jace said quietly. "Wow. No runes or proper weaponry... Or training at that." Jace remarked ,"You've got balls." "Last time I checked I didn't have any, so no sir I just have endurance. Or a will to survive which ever you choose." She replied smartly throwing her bag and sword back onto her shoulder.
"Who is that?" a voice rang from a door way ahead. "Oh Isabelle, it's just our long lost Rachael Herondale, nothing to fret over go back to pampering yourself or whatever you do."
"WHAT! RACHAEL?!" The voice of Isabelle rang through the entire hallway. "MY GOD! IT can't be!" She finally came running out scampy outfit and all. How does this chick know me? Wide eyed Rachael stared at the beautiful girl in front of her, her black hair cascaded down her back in rivets and waves and her pale skin contrasting with the darkness of her hair, and a perfect body to boot.
Suddenly feeling very self conscious, Rachael pulled her thin, burnt, and dirtied jacket closer to herself, and flipped her greasy matted brown hair in front of her face. "Rachael?," Isabelle said her name with such tentativeness that she had to look up. "You look horrific! Follow me," Grabbing Rachael's hand she dragged her into her her room leaving Jace in the hall way still muttering to himself.
"OK! out of those rags and into the shower you go!" She commanded. "W-what?" Is this girl crazy?! "I couldn't possibly do that.." Looking at the beautiful shower and the room she was in Rachael felt like a rag herself.
"I'd probably mess your shower up anyways." Rachael joked putting her hand be hind her head. "No its OK, anyways you smell like a pack of wolves that's wallowed in demon blood that's six months old. When's the last time you took a bath anyways?" She asked scrunching up her nose in distaste.
"Well if it's that bad then I guess I need too, and honestly I can't remember," Rachael sighed putting her bag down softly onto the ground. "Here," Isabelle threw a mound of clothes at her, complete set of lace underwear, a lace bra and a gorgeous pale blue dress," Put these on when your done, you're about the same size as me so they should fit."
"Oh no I have clothes in my bag it's-" "If they look anything like the clothes your wearing now I will tear them off your body and force those clothes onto you." Her eyes were serious and Rachael could tell that Isabelle wasn't one to trifle with.
"Now get in that shower girl!" Isabelle proclaimed and pushed Rachael into the now steamy and hot bath room, I guess I have no say in this do I? Once again she was shocked at how Isabelle treated her as if she was a long lost sister. Sighing she undressed and pulled the curtain back and stepped inside of the shower.
Finding all the essentials, she went to work scrubbing at her skin and putting a razor Isabelle had thrown into the bathroom a little earlier to good use. Digging her nails to her scalp she scrubbed her head and watched in horror as mud was begining to pool around her feet. Twice she washed her hair and conditioned it. Finally I'm done. That took an hour at least she sighed stepping out of the shower she found a towel sitting on the counter top by the sink.
Thanks Isabelle Rachael smiled and began drying herself. Staring at the foggy mirror she couldn't remember the last time she had looked at her reflection, and pushed the towel onto the cool glass of the mirror. There was a pale face with red lips, high cheek bones, and sad brown eyes staring straight back at her. Her hair was begining to dry already and was starting to do a natural wave.
So this is what I look like? Interesting. Looking down at the clothes Isabelle had given her she tried fathoming why she would need such fancy attire, but she didn't want to be wrestled to the ground and forced to wear them. Here we go Rachael sighed putting on the outfit she realized how tight and short the dress was exposing at least five inches of her thigh and leaving her figure for all the world to see.
Opening the bathroom door she saw Isabelle applying runes to the underside of her left forearm "Um Isabelle.." Rachael said timidly," I'm done." Looking up from her task she dropped her steele onto her bed and squealed
"OH MY GOSH RACHAEL! You look amazing! Here, put these on too," Isabelle handed her a pair of dark brown combat boots. She stared at the pair of shoes in front of her smiling," You know I've always wanted a pair of combat boots."
Her eyes suddenly became watery and and the back of her throat burned. "Thank you Isabelle." Sitting down she pulled on the boots and stood up to Isabelle who was dressed in a red tube top black shorts and black knee high boots and humongous hoop earings.
"Well lets go see the gang. They've been waiting long enough," Isabelle proclaimed with a smile and a wave of her hand. "Oh one sec," Rachael replied grabbing her bag and Lemin she follow Isabelle out of the door.
After a short walk Rachael found herself in a massive library, books of every color and size was around her encircling the entire room. "Well don't you look different." Said a familiar voice. Jace.
Blushing she turned as saw him sitting in a chair to her left, his golden brown eyes staring at her with a mixture of amused boredom and interest "That color, it looks good on you," he nodded at the dress I was wearing ," And those boots are pretty bad ass."
"Thank you!" chimed Isabelle smiling and gleaming with pride. Damn it I'm sure I'm red as a beet right now, Rachael seethed setting her bag down next to her. "Are you two the only ones here?" Rachael asked as her hands fluttered at her collarbone. "No, there's two more. They're on their way, speaking of the devil, hey Alec," Jace waved at a tall dark headed boy that was obviously related to Isabelle that had walked into the room.
"Alec! You remember Rachael right?" Isabelle asked him. "Who.." He looked at her finally and stared at her eyes wide and pure blue. "Rachael," He breathed her name, and once more she tared to blush. Ok so he knows me too? His pale skin and strikingly blue eyes went amazingly well with his black hair and the redness that began to creep across his cheeks was certainly adding more to his handsome features.
"Yes I remember her now," He said looking away from her to his sister and smiled at her. "I wonder where Hodge is..." Isabelle said looking around the room, and as if on que he entered the room. His graying hair and grey tweed jacket with a sharp red tie in the front spoke business. "Hey Hodge." Jace nodded in his direction.
"Hello everyone," he smiled warmly," So this is the mysterious Rachael Herondale missing for eleven years. It's a pleasure to meet you," He held out his hand and Rachael took it ,"Pleasures all mine," she replied.
"Now that everyone's here, can we get this over with I have a pizza with my name on it," annouced the golden boy, Jace.
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WELL THEN! That took longer than I expected 0-0 and I apologize if it seems bland t your amazing eyes and i hope you wonderful people enjoyed my creation off of the Mortal instruments series.
To explain things for now this is taking place before Clary comes into play. Rachael's parents died tragically you'll soon hear how and you'll find out Rachael's story in the near future. SO hold your horses. :p
Alsoooooo people I'd love to hear what you have to say about my story so please please please please comment or private message me Im also taking character ideas. ^.^
I do not take credit for Miss Cassandra Clare's Wonderful series of the Mortal Instruments and I appreciate the work shes done to even write those books.
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