And I Shall Burn
[This is the sequel to my first story "Something I Can Never Have". I like this one much more then the first one, and I hope you all do too.]
Chapter 1:
Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock…Lacey looked around the living room, its dark hues making her anger grow. Her father, mother, and siblings sat watching her with nervous eyes. Lacey's long brown hair hung to her mid-back and her dark blue dress kept her milky skin warm to the touch. The velvet fabric was comfortable, which was a wonderful thing considering she'd been sitting in the same position for hours. Finally it looked like her father, or so she thought, was going to open his mouth. "No- I do not wish to hear any excuses…You told me of whom and what I was, but you have never told me you were not my parents, or my siblings!" Lacey's voice was strong and angry. The young girl stood to her feet in a huff of emotion. "I will be departing now…Since you are not my family, I will no longer trouble you with my presence." Lacey turned to move and saw a handsome man stand in her way. "I ask that you please step aside, Sir…I must be going…"
"Lacey Greenwood, please do not leave…" he purred. Lacey frowned; taking a closer look at the male she widened her eyes. She remembered him, his name was Master Izrael and he was in her nightmare earlier in the week. In the dream he'd killed her parents, her siblings, and he had chained her to a dungeon and kept her there with no food. She glared at him suddenly. "Something wrong, dear girl?" asked Izrael.
"No Sir, nothing is wrong. But yes- I must unfortunately make my departure." Lacey moved around the male and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "S-sir!" It was very improper to touch a lady without being on a friendly basis.
"I will be seeing you again Lacey," spoke Izrael. Lacey didn't stop to ask question she merely shrugged out of his hold and headed out of the house. She had servants send her belongings to an inn on the other side of town. The moment she stepped outside into the cool September air she regretted not bringing a light jacket. Pulling up her sleeve she looked down at her skin, black markings covering her arm. Only she knew where they went and how they hurt at times. Lacey sighed as she returned her sleeve to its normal length. They were stigmata, the cross shaped markings on her feet and hands, they began as cuts, but ended as tattooed markings on her skin. Sprouting from these stigmata were vine like markings that swirled up her arms, across her shoulders, and down her back where they met with tattooed wings. Her stomach held the markings of a sun and moon conjoined at her navel. From the stigmata on her feet the same vine like markings continued up her ankles and legs until they spiraled off at her thighs. She was covered in tattoos and wondered if she ever fell to bed with another, if they would find her disturbing.
Lacey always knew what she was, the angels made sure of it. Seraphine Light had been visiting her since she was a little girl, but Lacey never liked her. The woman was beautiful beyond anything Lacey had even thought was possible. Seraphine had blonde hair that fell below her waist, healthy strong body and bright eyes of a purple hue. But the woman had an arrogant edge to everything she did, like she knew she was better than Lacey and wanted to flaunt it. So from the moment she learned that she was to help the world be rid of demonic creatures she rebelled. She wasn't going to do what Seraphine wanted her to do, she'd be her own person.
Lacey was pushed from her thoughts as she heard something above her. She was in the center of a cobblestone road; the houses were old, and all seemed to be deserted so nobody was around. As Lacey looked up she yelped, Seraphine, or Seraph as she called herself was above her and coming down fast. Lacey went to run but then Seraph's partner Lasiel, tall, cropped brown hair, blue eyed Lasiel, stopped her by appearing next to her. Lacey was pushed into the ground roughly by Seraph's fist. "You insolent child!" Seraph snapped.
Lacey cried out as her head hit the cobblestones beneath her. Spots of black and red danced in front of her vision and she groaned. She was slightly aware of the wings lying beneath her. That was another annoying tidbit about Seraph. Whenever she or another angel was near Lacey, Lacey's own wings would sprout from her back, one black, and one white, showing her demonic and angelic heritage. With another groan Lacey focused on Seraph. "I didn't do anything wrong!" Lacey complained, moving to get up. Lasiel's hand shot out and lifted Lacey swiftly to her feet.
"You dare leave your home?" Seraph growled. "That is the only place we can assure your safety you foolish child!" Lacey pushed against Lasiel, who grabbed and pulled her hair roughly. "You will march back to that house now! Or suffer the consequences…then we'll make sure you get there!"
Lacey frowned. "I'm not going back there! They aren't my family! I do not belong there!" Lacey argued.
"They are the closest thing you have to a family Laceyinda!" Seraph yelled. "Now return home before we are forced to punish you…"
"You know what…I've realized…Angels are supposed to be these loving creatures that care for all humans…but you're all just a bunch of bullies. Really mean! Horrible bullies!" Lacey growled. She instantly regretted it as Lasiel shoved Lacey back to the ground. "Ouch!" she cried. Seraph quickly pressed her hand into Lacey's stomach, holding her in place on the ground. Seraph hovered above Lacey with a deathly glare in her eyes.
"I told you, you will be punished, but only to protect you, child." Seraph's voice was soft, almost caring in tone, but her next action contradicted the sound in her voice. Seraph's fingers extended like knives and pierced through Lacey's stomach. Lacey cried out in agonizing pain. "There there…see what happens when you disobey…"
As the three beings fought they ignored the fact that they had an audience. Two males had approached and were watching from the shadows, surprise written across their features. Lacey cried out again and thrashed her legs about. Lasiel quickly stepped on her ankles, holding her in place. "Seraphine…we have company…" whispered Lasiel, her eyes glancing towards the boys.
Seraph pulled her blood soaked fingers from Lacey's stomach and looked over her shoulder. "Ah Nephilim, dear Nephilim warriors…" she spoke warmly, as if speaking to a child. "Perhaps your arrival is of good chance! Lasiel! What about sending our Chaotic Angel with the warriors. What better way to assure her protection!" Seraph stood from her hovering position over Lacey, but when Lacey moved Lasiel pulled out a weapon, a long spear of sorts, adorned in jewels and bright orbs of light, then jabbed Lacey through the shoulder with it, the spear stuck into the ground beneath Lacey. It'd gone through skin and feathers. Lacey yelled and then choked, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
"I hate you all!" cried Lacey, her eyes shut, but brimming with tears. "Take me back from whatever hell hole you created me from!" she continued. Seraph turned and looked at Lacey, sadness in her expression. She approached the girl again and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't act kind to me now!" Lacey complained before choking again.
"What are you?" asked one of the warrior boys, his voice calm and smooth. Seraph turned to him and smiled.
"Why child, we are those whom you are descended from…" Seraph laughed softly.
"Oh angel…" whispered the other warrior with wide eyes. Seraph laughed again and nodded.
"Well..we shall be going. We will be in touch…take care of our dear child here…she can be troublesome…" With the last of Seraph's words she disappeared and as soon as Lasiel had pulled her spear from Lacey's shoulder so did she. Lacey cried out, her hands on her stomach and her head turned to the side to see the blood staining her feathered wings.
"Will…I think we should get her somewhere comfortable soon…We've been entrusted with her…we cannot let her die on us…" spoke the calm male.
Will rose a brow and sighed, "I'm sure she deserved whatever granted this punishment Jem…" Lacey coughed and turned onto her side, her wings hadn't yet disappeared and she was curious as to why. The pain radiating from them was killing her more then the holes in her stomach and shoulder. Perhaps it was Lasiel's spear causing the pain in her wing. The blood stood out in a high contrast against her single white wing. Lacey struggled for a moment but stood to her feet shakily. "How does one carry a winged being…"
"You don't…You leave me alone and go back to wherever you came from sirs…" Lacey spoke softly. As Lacey spoke another body emerged from the shadows, and his brown hair and honey eyes she'd recognize from a mile away. "C-Charles!" Lacey stammered. "W-Wait! You're Will and…Jem… " She took in their faces and her eyes widened. They were all from that horrible nightmare from the week earlier. She knew Charles, he was a friend whom she met at a party many months earlier, and it had puzzled her that he'd been a shadowhunter in her nightmare. She didn't know what a shadowhunter was before her dream and she figured it was just something her imagination had dreamed of, but now that Will and Jem had appeared before she thought that perhaps it was all true.
Charles saw Lacey and gasped his feet quickly bringing him in front of her. "Lacey! What…Where…By the Angel you have wings!" he noticed her falling and caught her quickly. "Lace…Lace?" Lacey didn't answer, her eyes had fallen shut and she laid motionless in Charles arms. "Lace!" Growling it cast a glance at Jem and Will, "What the bloody hell happened here! Why does she have feathers protruding from her back! When I saw her last week she was an ordinary girl…!"
Will shrugged, "Apparently she's not very normal…You know this girl! More importantly…how does she knew Jem and I? And as for what happened here…well I believe Jem and I walked in on a group of angels not getting along very well…"
"I believe history is changing before our very eyes…" murmured Jem. "There are no recorded sightings of Angels anywhere in the codex or history of shadowhunters…We must get to Charlotte quickly…before Miss Lacey…dies."
[Alright. I personally think this story is better then the first one, so I do hope more people like it. If you don't understand what is going on then you need to read the first story of this mini series "Something I Can Never Have." Like I said…I feel like this is better then that story, but that's my own opinion. I'd like some reviews before I post the next chapter…If you liked it…tell people? I don't know…Haha. I love getting views it makes me sooo excited. Thanks for reading.]