Hello beautiful nerds, here is my new story for yall. I hope that you guys will enjoy it. Character pictures and outfits will be on my polyvore Noellamonster. And as usual I own nothing except new characters and ideas, I make no money from writing, and all rights go to the rightful owners.

"Liar!" the young girl exclaimed, her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. Her brother laughed, his golden curls bouncing as he moved.

"Ask mom then!" they had been arguing for the past hour, he was trying to convince her she was really a slimy toad that their mom had turned into a human because she so desperately wanted a daughter.

"Mommy!" she screamed as she shoved her brother and ran into the house. "Mac said I'm a froggy!" her brows furrowed as she stood in front of her mom, her arms crossed.

"Mac!" their mom, Madeline, screamed. "You get your bum over here now!" his lack of listening and foolish need to torment his sister was definitely working his moms' nerves.

"Yes?" he smiled as he entered the room, his attitude and black eyes matched their fathers although they had never actually met him. He came around once and that is how they were born, their mom claimed to love him but he loved another. He was painfully drunk off some fairy drink, Madeline doubt he even remembered their single night together. Although he sent special drinks and food for them both on occasion, they adored the odd golden liquids and cookies. While pregnant those same treats were sent for her, she also adored them.

"Apologize, now." Madeline demanded, her warm honey eyes gleaming.

"I don't want to" he shrugged, "I'm not sorry." With those words his sister had launched her tiny self at him, knocking him over then hitting him with her tiny fists.

With a groan Madeline pulled them apart, sent Mac to his room and had Aurelia (pronounced ah-ree-ella) help her make dinner.

Aurelia was much different than her brother, she was not as cruel as he was nor did she look much like him, her beautiful wavy hair a silvery white, her eyes liquid bronzy gold, her skin so pale she might be mistaken for a vampire. Although her brother had the same skin and so did her mother. No one believed Aurelia and Mac were twins but Madeline assured everyone that there was no doubt they were.

Madeline herself had warm honey brown eyes, as if honey and chocolate swirled endlessly. Her charcoal hair was long and embedded with waves, strands of silver stood out more than she'd like. In recent years more of the silver hair had sprung up as Macs behavior got worse and Aurelia got more daring.

Aurelia was never afraid to stand up to her brother, even though he once broke her arm while they fought.

Madeline had to lie about that, had told paramedics and friends that she had fallen off the swing set at the nearby park. The lie nagged at her, tore her apart simply because her other child was the one to hurt her. If their father was here would they act differently? She had asked herself this question each day that passed but she knew the answer was no, they would be worse. Madeline was glad their father wasn't here, she was glad he faked his death and practically disappeared, she was thankful they weren't as bad as their father.

"Mommy?" Aurelia pulled Madeline from her deep thoughts. Aurelia was only five yet wise beyond her tiny years. Madeline believed it was because of her bloodline. Although she never wanted to tell her that, never wanted to tell anyone that but she knew one day she would have to confess the unholy truth to her children.

"Yes Aurelia?"

"Will we meet daddy one day?"

"One day. He's a busy man" her voice broke, she hoped and she prayed that her children would never have the displeasure of meeting the man they came from.

Aurelia's p.o.v—11 years later

"Are you sure you don't want to celebrate your birthday?" my mom was always insistent that I let her throw some kind of celebration for my birthday, her attempts were filled with love but made me feel sluggish and exhausted. "You can invite friends" with a grimace I turned to her, her shoulders slumped. "Still no luck?" her cheery tone flopped, her features sagged slightly showing age she had not reached.

"No, we go through this every year mom and it hasn't changed. I have no friends."

"What about that girl you were talking to last week?" hope crept in to her voice, I shook my head. "What happened?"

"A prank, ended up covered in pudding and feathers and various cuts and bruises. Don't you remember?" she looked like I had slapped her, part of me blamed her. She made sure I was a skilled fighter but never let me protect myself, I was so tired of being beaten down, so tired of every lie and prank. Their taunts, whispered secrets of some freak illness their parents had speculated about. No one is born with white hair, no one healthy was so pale.

"Aurelia…" she started even though it was clear she didn't know what to say to comfort me. I didn't want her to comfort me anyway, I turned away from her and with a wave of my hand my door slammed shut.

My stubby fingers curled around the golden key around my neck, something my mother gave to me as an early birthday present. 'I pray the day will never come that you have to use it.' She had said mere moments ago. 'This key will unlock a place that will keep you safe.' She wouldn't explain further which only furthered my frustrations.

I spun around in my swivel chair, uninterested in the essay I was writing. A duffel bag sat in the corner of my opened closet, it was packed with god knows what. Mom had made me promise to not open it until absolutely necessary although I had no idea when it would be.

I stood and walked towards it, silently hoping she wouldn't burst into my room and punish me for even thinking of looking inside it. I bent down and fumbled for the zipper, looking over my shoulder every few seconds.

"What the hell" I cursed, the zipper was completely gone. There was no way for me to open it. How does she expect me to open it when I need to if there is no zipper?

"Mom used her magic again" It was Mac, a scowl crossed my face. "Still not happy to see me?" he laughed. "As if I care. But yeah, I tried earlier too. Can't cut it either." My mother didn't tell us much about herself, she said once she was something called a shadowhunter but was exiled for becoming a witch, said our father was exiled for a different reason. Neither my brother or I knew what the hell a shadowhunter was and at first we didn't believe she was a witch until she proved it.

Our father, for less than a year, had sent us odd treats then abruptly stopped without explanation. I was glad it stopped when it did, our mom had told us the treats she thought were innocent were anything but. And like everything else she gave us very little information about it. Other than saying our father had used her to aid in the creation of more shadowhunters.

"Whatever, she makes no fucking sense" with an exasperated sigh I kicked the bag and nearly screamed as pain flared up my leg.

Mac laughed, a deep and nearly ghastly sound. "Mom has ice waiting"

"Guessing you did the same thing?" he nodded in response then walked out of the room. My gaze drifted to the duffel, what could possibly be in it?