Well here you go. This is my adaption of the Infernal Devices into modern day. I'm not quite sure where it is going but any reviews or constructive criticisms would be nice. This is also my first fanfic so let's just hope they get better.
Obviously I don't own the rights to these characters because I am an outright Wessa shipper and not enough of that couple has been involved. Still a brilliant series and it obviously belongs to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.
I knew I should never have trusted Nate. He only ever thinks about himself. That's why we sent him here. Why couldn't I have stayed?
These thoughts keep rotating around Tessa's head as she stands alone in the airport. Her first time in a foreign country and her stupid selfish brother had forgotten about her. This was going to be the start of an awful year. She got her baggage from the machine and went to stand outside, checking her phone every 5 minutes to see if her asshole of a brother would ever remember what day it even was.
It's a Saturday I bet he's passed out drunk in some sleazy motel. With some prostitute. Paid for with all the family money he gambled away. She thought to herself bitterly, not for the first time. He had ruined their lives. If this start was anything to go by Nate had not changed since he had arrived in England. He never was a good brother but Tessa was willing to ignore this and relish the sweet moments. When there were any. Tired of waiting on a crappy no show she got in a taxi.
"Where to, sweetheart?" the taxi driver said.
She gave him the vague directions she knew to the Dark Sisters house and they finally left the airport. She sent her brother a quick text knowing that he probably wouldn't get it and if he did he would not care. Bastard.
After about five minutes Tessa was bored of the bleak damp country side. It all looked the same, nothing like the original towering skyscrapers of her lovely New York. She shoved in her headphones and ducked her head taking out her dog eared copy of A Tale of Two Cities and hiding herself in the life of someone else. An hour later she put down her book, too jetlagged to even enjoy her favourite book. I miss New York. I miss Aunt Harriet. I wish she never married that bastard Axel Mortmain. Then I would never have had to leave. She thought to herself one tear rolling down her face. A few minutes later and she winked out of unconsciousness.
"Doll face. We're here." Said a rough voice. Rousing her from her sleep.
After giving the driver her thanks(and her money) she climbed out of the taxi and stared at the single detached brick house in front of her. Boring she thought. These stupid houses had no space in her heart. She felt her heart wrench in a sudden bout of home sickness. Just gonna have to deal. She held the necklace at her neck. Drawing courage from it, knowing it was all she had left from her old life. The angel hung limply at her neck, warm from where it nestled as she slept. Time to go in. At least I look half decent, then they can't moan that I'm not being taken care of. At that exact moment the taxi driver sped off. Through a goddam puddle. Crap. She let out a grunt of surprise and the taxi tooted at her. Brits.
"'Sup skidmark?" said a cool voice.
She turned around ready to yell at whichever prat this was. The words flew out her mind as she gazed at this wondrous beautiful face, sat on a motorbike he looked too good for words. A smirk gently tugged at the corner of his perfect lips. She felt herself leaning in to fall further and further into his eyes. Dark as the night sky. His hair hung in perfect tumblr boy style. He was so attractive she couldn't believe it. He belonged on the cover of one of her cheesy books.
"Don't you know its rude to stare?" he said "I know I'm beautiful but I didn't think I was drool worthy."
Tessa closed her mouth her face going bright red. "I-I-I'm s-sorry" she stuttered. He laughed. Her shame was short lived soon she was furious. He had the audacity to laugh at her. The first british boy she had ever met and this was not a good first impression.
"Oh I'm sorry. I was just contemplating how many brain cells you had in that pretty little head of yours." she drawled " Not many by the sounds of things"
"Feisty are you? I just love it when you americans get mad."
"You brits are so infuriating. I don't know why we didn't take over here already. You're not very big."
"Well you, skidmark, you are the tallest girl I have ever seen in my life. Giraffe."
She made a noise of disgust and turned promptly on her heel. The sisters won't be any trouble after this monster. "Pig"she muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing" she called sweetly giving him a glare over her shoulder.
"Will stop bugging the neighbours." She heard called from over the street.
Well shit. I guess he's my neighbour then. This is going to a nightmare.
I hope you enjoyed my story. Please review if you want to.