Hello! So this is my first TID fic and I'm pretty excited about it! I've had this idea for a while now and I finally decided to just start writing it! I haven't seen that many James Herondale/OC stories out there so I figured I'd give it a shot. I hope you guys like Anna. She's awesome. So I hope you enjoy and please R & R! I'd love to hear what you guys think! :)

London, 1903

Darkness.

That's all she could see. She felt as if she was floating in the midnight sky and all the stars were hiding, afraid of showing their brightness. However, she could feel a throbbing pain on the back of her head, like someone was continuously pounding on her skull. It would not go away, even as she tried to make sense of it. What happened? She thought to herself. There were noises, somewhere past the darkness and pain. But she could not make them out. She knew she was alive because she could feel the pain in her head, but she wasn't sure whether she should open her eyes or not. Her body decided for her and her eyes fluttered open, revealing a blurred image that she had to blink away. She moaned in discomfort and the noises she heard grew more excited. The face of a women appeared above her.

"Easy there. You suffered a terrible head injury." The women, who looked like she was in her late twenties, said in a hushed tone. She had soft brown hair pulled into a bun and stormy gray eyes full of curiosity. There was a man next to her as well. He looked like he was in his late thirties, but that did little to distinguish his handsome face. He had black hair and midnight blue eyes that regarded her with just about as much curiosity as the women. He turned to the women, his eyes softening in a strange way, and whispered something. He then retreated back and out of the room. The room looked like a place where you'd treat sick people. Bare beds lined the walls and there were medical supplies on a table in the corner that looked unused. "My name is Tessa Gray," the women said, "the man that was just in here is my husband Will Herondale."

She looked at the women strangely. Husband? But he was so much older than her. She figured it would probably be rude to say that so instead she asked, "Where am I?"

"You are at the London Institute. You were attacked by a demon and hit your head. At least that is what my son said. My son, James, brought you here after destroying the demon."

Demon? London Institute? She couldn't remember anything that happened. She couldn't even remember how she hit her head.

"What is your name?" Tessa said softly, as if she thought she would terrify the girl.

Name? What is my name? Her heart accelerated. She couldn't remember her name! "I…" Think! But no matter how hard she thought, no memory came to her. "I don't know."

Tessa's eyes widened, "You don't know your name?"

"I can't remember anything." She breathed. She racked her brain, but couldn't find any clue as to who she was or where she came from or even what happened to her. She suddenly felt dizzy, like she was being held underwater with no way of getting air. Tessa evidently noticed this and reached for a glass of water sitting on the bedside table.

"Stay calm alright? It's not going to do you any good if you pass out." Tessa handed her the glass of water and she drank it carefully. The door opened and the man who was her husband strolled in followed by another man wearing a robe. Tessa stood up and walked over, whispering something to them. The man who wore the robe put the hood down so that she could see his face.

She choked on her water upon seeing the man with his lips sewed shut and his eyes closed. He did not look to be much older than Tessa, with a small frame under his robe and black hair with gray streaks in it. Even though his eyes were closed, she knew he was looking at her. She could hear his voice echo in her head, hushed and soft, with an air of wisdom in it. I cannot say I recognize you. You do not remember your name? She stared, open mouthed at the strange man who stood before her and shook her head. This is madness, she thought to herself.

"Should we take her to Silent City Jem? Perhaps you could look into her mind and figure out who she is." Will put his hand on the man-Jem's-arm.

I do not think it would be wise to terrify the poor girl when she clearly does not know who we are. I can look into her mind now and see if I cannot find any information regarding her past. Jem walked, or more like floated towards her.

"Is that even allowed?" Tessa asked, uncertain.

Jem paused, and then his voice floated into the air again. I do not know. But it cannot hurt to try.

He advanced towards her, making her shy away, "Uh w-wait. I don't know about this. I don't you people and I don't know if I want you going through my mind."

Tessa kneeled beside her and said softly, "I realize that this all new to you but this may be the only to figure out who you are. You can trust us."

She looked at Tessa warily, "But what is he?"

"He is a Silent Brother. His name is Brother Zachariah, although he is a family…friend and we call him Jem. You may call him whoever you want. He is not going to hurt you."

"Unless you want him to." Will muttered, smirk playing on his lips.

Tessa rolled her eyes slightly and whispered, "Ignore my husband."

She looked back at the robed figure standing before her. Brother Zachariah. He stood silently, as if waiting for her permission to enter her mind, which was as weird as it sounded. But if she wanted to figure out who she was and where she came from, this was the only way. "Alright, Jem. You may enter my mind." She cringed at how insane she sounded.

Jem bowed silently and then stared at her. It was rather awkward, actually. She sat there while the three stared at her. The room was silent. After a moment or so, her curiosity got the better of her and she turned to Tessa and asked, "Is he in my mind yet?"

Tessa blinked confusedly and looked over at Will who looked equally puzzled.

There appears to be a strong block in her mind. I cannot access her memories alone.

"Do you think that if she stood in front of the Council at Silent City, they would be able to?" Will asked.

The was a long moment of silence and then finally, Perhaps. I will talk with Brother Enoch and let you know, but perhaps the Council can figure out the block in her mind. Until then it is wise that she stays here. She is Nephilim, for she has the Voyance Rune on her hand. It is likely that with her case of amnesia, she does not remember it or even know what the Nephilim are-

An image appeared in her mind, causing her to sit straight up and suck in a breath.

It was girl, who looked about eleven years old. She had auburn hair that blew in the wind. She was running after a boy who looked about fourteen years old. He had dark brown hair and bright hazel eyes. "Come on Anna. Hurry before mum and papa notice we're gone."

The image melted into a new image of the same girl and boy standing in front of a man and a woman. Their parents. "Annabelle Elizabeth Dailey, I am very disappointed in you." The woman scolded the girl, "You know how dangerous it is for you to be running around at night."

The girl looked ashamed, "I'm sorry mama."

The image vanished and she was back in the Institute with Jem, Will, and Tessa, who were all staring at her now. "Anna." She breathed.

Tessa and Will looked at each other and the former asked, "What was that?"

"My name," she looked at them with wide eyes, "is Annabelle Elizabeth Dailey."

Brother Zachariah took his leave shortly after explaining to Anna as much of the Shadowhunting or Nephilim world she could comprehend. He told her about the origin of Shadowhunters and how the angel Raziel rose out of Lake Lyn and mixed his blood with that of Jonathan Shadowhunters's and created the race of humans with half-angel blood, to rid the world of demons. He explained the duties of the Silent Brothers and the Iron Sisters and the Clave. He told her about Downworlders and the Accords. Will and Tessa chimed in every once in a while as well and after about an hour of explanation, Will decided that Anna could learn more by reading the Codex and ask questions if she had any. Although she couldn't remember what it was like to be a Shadowhunter, Anna thought that it sounded interesting and accepted the Codex graciously.

When Brother Zachariah opened the door to leave the infirmary, followed closely by Will, it revealed a girl and two boys leaning against each other, who were obviously eavesdropping. Anna couldn't tell how long they were listening in on their conversation, but by the stunned looks on their faces she guessed they were there the whole time.

Will raised his eyebrows at the teenagers, who guilty straightened themselves and stepped into the infirmary while muttering hello to Brother Zachariah before he left. "What exactly are you doing?" Before either three of them could answer, Will said accusingly, "I thought I told you that you couldn't meet her until dinner."

"But father, it is I who saved her life in the first place. Do you think it wise to keep this damsel in distress from meeting her rescuer?"

Tessa looked at Anna apologetically but before she could say anything, Anna ushered, "It's alright. I don't mind." She was staring at the boy; her rescuer with awe, as if she had been looking at an angel. He had an elegant, exquisite beauty, not like anyone she's ever seen. His skin, white and flawless like a Greek God. High cheekbones, defined jaw line, full lips all added up into this perfect human being, if it weren't for his disheveled black hair falling into his face. His eyes were as radiant as the sun, golden orbs that stuck out against his fine skin, regarding her with intense curiosity. Curiosity, Anna thought, must have been a trait that ran in the family. It took Anna a minute to realize she was staring and that he had said something to her. She blinked, dazed, "Uh w-what?"

"Ah she's from America then?" He said, "I'd recognize that accent anywhere." He gave her a crooked smile and she blushed, although she had no idea why she was embarrassed.

"Well I wouldn't know. Can't seem to remember anything." She said dryly.

Tessa cleared her throat and said, "Anna, this is my son-"

"James Herondale." The boy, James, strolled over to her, took her hand in his and kissed it softly. The gesture made Anna blush even more as she stared wide-eyed at him. "A pleasure to meet you."

Anna smiled kindly, "Thank you for saving me."

"It is my job to save damsel's in distress. I most certainly do not mind." He smirked and retreated back to the door. He stood next to another boy, who had blond hair and crystal blue eyes. His eyes weren't as dark and lovely as Will's but they were charming enough and did well to compliment his already handsome face.

"That is James' parabatai Matthew. And my daughter Lucie." Tessa gestured to the short, slim girl standing on the other side of James. She looked to be about a year younger than Anna, with brown hair and dark blue eyes. Although she looked like her mother, Lucie had her father's eyes and stood with confidence, like Will. She was very pretty and Anna couldn't help but notice that Matthew looked at her longer than necessary before turning away.

"It's nice to meet you." Anna smiled as warmly as possible, although her heart wasn't really in it. She was tired, as if she had just run a marathon.

Tessa, seeming to have noticed this, stood up and announced, "I will go fetch Bridget and have her set up a room for you. Lucie, would you mind letting Anna borrow one of your night gowns to sleep in? We will have to go dress shopping tomorrow if she's going to stay here."

"Sleep? But it's not even seven and she has not eaten." James remarked, looking disappointed, "I was looking forward to dining with this young lady."

"Yes and just look at how exhausted the poor girl is. Bridget will bring food to her room later. Now get ready for dinner." Will ordered, ushering the teenagers out of the room, but not before James said to Anna, with a suggestive smirk, "Have I exhausted you already? I do have that effect on the ladies."

After the door closed, cutting off any other remarks James was going to say, Tessa turned to Anna with a tiny grin playing on her lips, "He acts just like his father sometimes."

Anna couldn't help but grin, her cheeks reddening, "I've noticed."

Bridget, the Institute's maid, led Anna to her room. The Institute, Anna noticed, was like a medieval castle with large tapestries adorning the walls and gas lamps that lit up whenever they walked by them. The corridor was long and dark but Anna liked it for some reason. When they got to her room, Anna thanked Bridget and looked around. It was small, with a bed, a table, a chair, a washstand and mirror and a window in the corner. The fireplace was already lit, masking the room with a steady, orange glow. There was a book lying on the bedside table and Anna could see the letters The Shadowhunter's Codex on the cover.

Anna turned to Bridget as she gave her a bundle of fabric and said, "Miss Herondale's nightgown 'lass."

Anna looked down at the white gown that looked too small for her. Anna was not big, but she was definitely bigger than Lucie. "Do you need any help with that Miss Dailey?" Bridget asked.

Anna smiled, "Oh no, thank you." The maid nodded and curtsied before leaving the room. She sighed and got undressed, pulling the nightgown over her and putting her dirty, torn clothes in a pile. She collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was weird, she thought, not having any memories to think about. No matter how hard she racked her brain, not a single memory came back to her. Not even when Brother Zachariah was explaining the Shadowhunting world to her. She tried to think about her family, but even that memory was faded. Although she had her flashback, she still couldn't remember anything else.

She sighed again and grabbed the Codex from the table. As she did so, she noticed a sort of glimmer on her right hand. A ring. She looked at it interestedly. It was gold with a reddish brown gemstone balanced on the center. Anna couldn't quite figure out what type of gemstone it was, but it was very pretty. She wondered where she got it from.

Anna opened the Codex and tried to read but the words were becoming blurry with exhaustion and she soon slipped into sleep.

Anna was running, although she had no idea from what. Her entire body ached as if she'd been beaten and tortured. She looked down and noticed that she was still wearing Lucie's nightgown, only it was torn and covered in blood. She was running down a street, the Institute was no where to be seen. "Help!" Anna screamed, "Someone please help me!" An explosion sounded from behind her and the ground shook causing her to lose her balance and fall. She looked over her shoulder and saw with terror a large creature barreling after her. It had huge claw-like arms as sharp as blades and four red eyes that pierced into her, causing her veins to go ice cold. Its black, scaly body was covered in what looked like a greenish yellow substance and Anna immediately wondered if this creature was the Devil itself.

The creature was fast but Anna was quicker. She rolled over just in time to avoid being impaled with one of the creature's claws. Anna jumped to her feet and began running again. Unfortunately she didn't get far before something slammed into her back causing her to fall forward.

The scene changed just as she hit the ground and now she was lying in the middle of what looked like a large foyer. It was dark and seedy, the paintings on the wall were old and torn and cobwebs covered almost everything. Anna stood up shakily, looking around. There was a staircase to her right and her body moved towards it before she could even stop herself. It was as if she wasn't in control of her body anymore. She climbed to creaky stairs and when she reached the top, she turned left even though her mind was screaming at her to turn around and run. She entered the long, dark corridor that looked like it led to Hell. From here she could here the sound of a piano, its disassembled notes screeching and echoing off the walls in a way that made Anna's stomach turn. As she drew farther down the corridor, the music grew louder and before she knew it, she was stopped in front of a door. The music stopped and everything was silent.

"Come in Anna." A shrill voice whispered from behind the door. Anna desperately tried to fight it but her hand reached out to the doorknob. The door creaked open before she could even touch it. "I have been waiting for you to come."

Anna stepped inside the room and a tremble rushed down her spine. The room was as dark and cold as the rest of the house, covered in cobwebs and dust. It was a music room, but all the instruments were covered in pale sheets and looked like they haven't been touched in ages. The small window in the corner was the only thing illuminating the dark figure sitting on the piano bench. Anna's heart was pounding and all she wanted was to get out of there. Anna couldn't see who the person was but by the sound of its voice, it was a man. "What do you want from me?" Anna breathed.

"You have something of mine. I need it back." The man turned towards her but the light coming from the window was behind him, revealing only his silhouette. A cold breeze wrapped around Anna, even though the window was closed, and the door slammed shut behind her. "You aren't leaving until I get it."

Anna started awake by a loud knock coming from her door. She almost forgot where she was but the memories of yesterday came flooding back. She looked down at herself, she was sweating even though she wasn't hot and her bed sheets were askew. Her breathing was loud and uneven and she couldn't stop shaking. A knock sounded again, making her jump, and she quickly called out, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Bridget standing there with a tray of food. She walked over to the window and opened the curtains, allowing the mid-afternoon light to flood in. Anna had to shield her eyes from the blinding sun light. "It's a lovely day today miss. A great day to go dress shopping ay? Miss Herondale and Miss Carstairs are down stairs waitin' for you."

"Oh that's right. I forgot." Anna muttered. Cause I was too busy dreaming about demons and creepy men who want to kill me. No big deal. She rubbed her eyes as Bridget set the tray of food in front of her. Anna's stomach growled at the sight of it and she wondered when the last time she ate was. As she ate, Bridget left momentarily to get Anna one of Lucie's dresses to wear. While she was gone, Anna chewed her food a contemplated her nightmare. She had no idea what it meant but she figured that the demon was the one James rescued her from. She didn't know who the man was but she figured perhaps it was best not to know. She thought perhaps the nightmare was another flashback but she didn't want to think that a creepy man wanted to kidnap her so she pushed the thought aside as Bridget came back and handed her a dress. The dress was a pretty blue color with a three-tired skirt and cream colored trim and sleeves that were neatly pleated all the way around and pillowed out near the cuffs.

Bridget helped her get the dress on and laced the back for her. She also helped her with her hair, pulling it back into a braid and when she was finished, Anna looked in the mirror. Anna never really attained many thoughts about her appearance but she was pretty in a way that was different from the unique beauty Lucie had. Anna had bright green eyes that stood out starkly against her auburn hair. Her cheekbones seemed to adorn a natural flush that gave her that endearing quality of seeming embarrassed all the time. Anna didn't think much about her appearance, but she didn't need to. She was pretty but not nearly as beautiful as Lucie was.

"Are you ready lass?" Bridget asked in her thick Scottish accent. Anna nodded, nervously playing with the ring on her finger, and followed Bridget out of the room.

Somewhere else in London, 1903

Victor was furious.

And Peter knew that he was going to take his anger out on him. He had been his subject of physical and verbal abuse many times, but something about this time made him quiver in fear. Peter was tied to the chair, watching as Victor paced in front of him. "I'm going to kill her. I'm going to find her and I'm going to kill her." He was saying.

Peter's heart contracted. He couldn't let Victor get anywhere near his sister. "Look, it's not her fault. She was just trying to protect me. Take this out on me but don't hurt her."

Victor spun towards him and snarled, "Not her fault? She almost made a mess of everything-no, she did make a mess of everything. Now she had the Ring and I have no clue as to where she is."

"You're just angry that you got fooled by a sixteen year old girl." Peter muttered, earning him a slap in the face.

"Shut your mouth you useless josser!" Victor put his head in his hands and gripped his hair so hard his knuckles turned white. "Just wait till I get my hands on that wench. She's going to pay for what she did."

As Victor rambled on, Peter silently prayed to whatever power there was out there that his sister was safe.