Hey everyone, this is Jennifer. I am reading the Mortal Instruments at the moment and I love the books so much that I just got inspired to write one of my own. Please tell me what you think also if you want me to keep on writing as this was just a test to see what people think about the way I write.

Jennifer Hunter curled her fingers against the handle of her knife. She felt the familiar coolness of the metal against her hand. She gnawed on her bottom lip in concentration. Swivelling around she threw the dagger across the yard. It flew like a silver bullet shot out of a gun, and buried itself perfectly in the middle of the tree trunk in front of her. A small smile played at the end of her mouth.

Jennifer grabbed another knife from her belt. The knife was slightly larger and the blade was sharper, sharp as razors. She swept a hand through her long blond, almost white, hair and eyed her target. Her blue- grey eyes glinted in the sun making them look bright green. Jennifer hurled the knife. It flew as fast as the speed of light, and in a flash it was wedged in the same tree, a centimetre from her first knife.

She glanced back to see Ben's amused face.

"My turn" he said and held up his blade. He spun it around in his hand a few times and locked his feet in position. His bright eyes scanned his target. He creased his nose and tossed the dagger. It cut through the air and landed in the tree on top of Jennifer's knives. The knives formed a little triangle until Ben tossed another. This one was thrust perfectly in the middle of the three knives that formed a triangle.

Jennifer gave Ben an approving smile. She had been teaching Ben how to use all of the weapons she owned. They trained everyday and now Ben was becoming quite good.

Jennifer's father had once taught her how to fight and kill when she was younger. He bought her weapons and they trained outside together. Ben was too young to learn so he just sat by and watched.

Jennifer remembered what her father said to her everyday after training- One day, you're going to be a great ShadowHunter, just like you're father.- Then he would smile at her. She remembered his every feature even though it had been six years since he was killed. She remembered his face as if it had been engraved in the inside of her eyes. She would never forget him, could never forget him. Because every time she looked in the mirror, she saw him. She saw his face in her face.

She had silky fair, almost white hair, with streaks of gold just like his. Her eyes were blue- grey, the colour of the ocean and often changed colour depending on her surroundings just like his did. Her nose was lightly spotted with freckles and her lips were a replica of her fathers. Her whole face was a replica of her fathers. People often used to say that she looked just like her father. It was as if she inherited nothing from her mother.

Ben however looked exactly like their mother. She envied his perfectly angular cheekbones and his thick dark eyelashes that made the colour of his eyes stand out. His hair was a brown that matched his eyes and his lips were the perfect shape. People often commented on his good looks.

"Let's go back inside, it's getting late" Jennifer said to Ben and jerked the blades out of the tree.

Jennifer sat at the window, a look of worry had washed over her face. Her hair almost seemed silver in the moonlight and her eyes a dark grey. Jennifer glanced at her watch again for the hundredth time. She read 8:00 PM. Where is mum? She is meant to be home by now Jennifer thought to herself. Jennifer's stomach churned and in her head she thought up the most horrific things that might of happened to Avery Hunter. Pushing these thoughts aside, she put a hand to her chest were her pendant lay. She twirled the chain around on her finger. The pendant had once belonged to her father. Before he died, he had given it to her and now Jennifer always wore it. It reminded her of him. She felt comforted when she felt the familiar weight of the pendant on her chest.

The pendent had a black chain that hung around Jennifer's neck. On the chain lay a charm. It was the angelic rune. Jennifer hoped that one day she would be able to get runes like ShadowHunters did.

Jennifer peered through the window one more time before she picked up her cell phone and dialled her mother's number. It went to voicemail. Again. She kept on trying. After about 30 tries her mother finally picked up. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mum! Where have you been? You were supposed to come home three hours ago! I have been worried sick" Jennifer shouted tossing her hair.

"Jen, I'm so sorry. I'm not coming home tonight. Go to the institute and stay there until I can come get you. Take care of Ben, don't let anything happen to him. I love you."

"Mum? Mum what's wrong? What do you mean your not coming back?" Jennifer said as sweat started to form on her temple.

"Jen, you're a ShadowHunter. You know that. You have been training your whole life. Even though I tried to shield you from the ShadowWorld until you were old enough, I can't anymore." Her mother was panting over the phone as if she were running away from something. "They have found me. Go to the institute it's safe there. Jen hurry before it's too late!"

Jennifer could hear a bloodcurdling scream in the background. She dropped her phone in shock. What did her mum mean? Before it's too late? She picked up her phone and put it to her ear. Her mum hadn't hung up yet. She heard a growl and then the sickening sound of bones breaking.

"Mum? Mum!" Jennifer yelled. No answer. She hung up, her hands shaking. She slid her back against the wall. Tears stung in her eyes. She couldn't move. Her head felt as if it had been filled with cotton. Her legs were limp. Then she thought about her father. In her mind, she saw her father the night he never came back. He ruffled her hair and said that he would be back soon.

Jennifer had stayed awake the whole night waiting for him by the door. When her mother had told her the bad news, that he had been killed by a demon, she hadn't cried, she hadn't done anything. She had just lay in her bed. Wouldn't come out of her room, wouldn't move, wouldn't eat, wouldn't do anything for a whole week. This couldn't happen to her mother. It wouldn't.

Jennifer stood up and staggered a little, trying to regain her balance.

She raced up the stairs, tripping over and stumbling.

"Ben? Ben!" Jennifer shouted. She silently prayed in her head. Please be alive, please be alive.

"I'm over here, what's wrong?" Ben said as he shut the door to his bedroom.

"It's mum" Jennifer paused, feeling like she was about to be sick. "She is in trouble. I think a demon has her. We have to help her" Ben's face whitened.

"Okay, I'll get our weapons" Ben said disappearing from the room.

Jennifer ran back downstairs.

She heard something. It was a low growling sound. It was coming from the front door. She ducked down, so she couldn't be seen through the window. Jennifer pulled the golden stands away from her sweaty face. Her blue-grey eyes glinted with fear. She crept slowly and quietly towards the front door. The stench was horrible and Jennifer gagged. Looking through the the window her jaw dropped in shock. Jennifer saw something that looked like it came out of a nightmare. A huge demon. It had red eyes and spikes protruding from its head. It had claws as big as her head. Black blood leaked from its mouth, full of razor sharp teeth. The smell of fresh blood was strong in the air. It slowly twisted the doorknob, and pushed the door open.