First Rights Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments Series. This story uses a slightly modified idea from the Demonica Series, which I also do not own.
He walked along the empty street, searching. He had been tracking his prey for months now, and was finally ready to go for the kill. So to speak, in her case. As to that thing she'd been spending time with... his teeth began to lengthen slightly at the prospect of tearing out the thing's throat. Maia would be his once again, and only his. Their lives together would last forever this time.
Jordan Ripley had been a werewolf since he was seven years old. He had been turned viciously by his abusive mother, and after the bite marks had been seen by a few of the right people, Jordan had been put up for adoption. He had still been living in the orphanage when he transformed for the first time. He had managed to get out of the back door before he hurt anyone and before anyone had the chance to hurt him. No one had seen Jordan change, no one had been there, but still the rumors flew. Every potential parent was wary of taking a child who had so many dark rumors swirling around him like poisoned snowflakes.
When Jordan was twelve, after five incredibly long and rough years at the orphanage, he had been adopted. Naturally, he was suspicious of anyone who would accept a child such as himself, with so many obvious problems. He was right to be mistrustful, but not for the reasons he had thought. Rather than his adoptive parents being scientists who would want to run tests on his or such, the man and the woman were both werewolves as well. They had seen and lived the horrors of attempting to grow up in a community that still wasn't aware or accepting of your existence. They gave Jordan a place to live with judgement or fear.
His life had seemed almost perfect, and had only gotten more so when he met a girl. She was so sweet and lovely, never a harsh word to say about anyone. She was defending him when they first met, fending off some bullies who only wanted to taunt Jordan as an adopted child. Maia had flown to his defense as quickly as she could. Jordan had been grateful to her for her bravery, but what were a few bullies when you grew a snout and claws once every month?
Nevertheless, Maia had stepped to the plate to defend Jordan, and the bullies had left ashamed of themselves. Jordan and Maia had began to talk, more and more as days went by. They spent plenty of time together, and both grew to have feelings for the other. Jordan had asked Maia to be his girlfriend, and she had immediately agreed. They had been out on a few dates, but then the wolf had appeared. Jordan became jealous and was enraged every time he glimpsed Maia within ten feet of another male. He had then grown so possessive, so controlling that he hardly recognized himself. Once, he had backhanded Maia across her gorgeous face.
Jordan had been so shocked that he simply stood there and watched the red mark appear on her cheek, along with the tears springing to her eyes mixed with old pain and a good dose of resignation. In a flash, Jordan knew that she had been abused before, and had a terrible urge to kill the person who had given this young woman the scars she concealed beneath her skin. A small whimper of pain broke him out of his murderous thoughts. Maia was still hurting, and the knowledge that this time was his doing had crippled Jordan. He kissed Maia fervently, and apologized as many times as he could without getting on Maia's nerves. Still, he would rather have Maia angry at him any day than have her afraid of him. Jordan swore to himself that he would never again lay a hand on her in anger.
And yet, a few days later, Maia had stayed after school late to work on a science project. The problem was that her partner was male. The jealousy returned worse than ever, but Jordan didn't strike Maia. Suddenly, a film of white took over his vision and he watched in horror as his own hand extended to whip across Maia's face. Each time after he lost control, Jordan grew a little stronger, but each time he grew stronger, the whiteness behind his eyes grew more and more opaque. He knew Maia feared him. Their once-passionate kisses had become merely a way Maia tried to pacify Jordan. He knew that he should break up with his beloved girlfriend, but couldn't bring himself to. He was deluding himself, insisting internally that he would grow so strong that he would never lose control. Finally, one afternoon when Jordan had walked Maia home, she turned to him in her front yard. With a serious face, she told him that she could no longer see or go out on dates with him. The white film grew so thick that it took over his vision for a few horrific moments.
When he could see again, Jordan's heart sank as he saw Maia on the ground, staring up at him with that terribly mixture of fear and resignation in her eyes. Just as he began to agree that seeing each other probably wasn't in either of their best interests, she sprung up and sprinted to her front door, locking herself in the safety of her home. Jordan dropped to his knees in the yard, staring at his hands. What evil creature possessed him in those moments?
Mere days later, Jordan was walking home when he spotted Maia in the park he was walking past. She was kissing another person deeply, her science project partner. The white film began to creep out from the corners of his eyes, but Jordan managed to concentrate enough to stop the other from taking over. He stayed to make sure that things didn't go too far between Maia and the other guy, hiding behind a nearby fence. However, when Maia was on her way home, darkness fell. Without warning, the whiteness came back, worse than ever. It didn't creep this time, it sprang out. Jordan couldn't see or hear a thing. After a moment or two, his hearing came back, and he heard screaming. Was that Maia? Jordan attempted to see past the white veil, but couldn't. The other grabbed hold of Jordan's voice-box. In horror, Jordan heard himself whisper demonically, "You're mine now. You'll always be mine." Hearing was lost to him once more, and for a long while, Jordan was adrift in the sea of his own infiltrated mind. When he was in possession of himself again, Jordan was standing in front of his house. A split second later, his adoptive mother had come out of the front door.
After Jordan had confessed everything to the woman, she paled and went to wake her husband. There were strict laws against biting a human, laws that could mean death to any who disobeyed them. The family fled, and Jordan was forced to simply wonder what had happened to his beloved, and if he would ever get to see her again. In the current time, Jordan's pupils widened slightly. He could see Maia from where he lounged against a wall. He had already exceeded his own expectations, and he hadn't even spoken to Maia yet. A growl slipped between his clenched teeth as he spotted Maia, his Maia, walking along, and talking to the thing she had been hanging around with as of late.
Jordan would soon put a stop to that.