This story takes place in a future-type world. A great war between the underworld and the humans broke out after the discovery made by humans of the underworld. The underworld creatures almost succeeded in eliminating the entire human race before the Shadowhunters successfully stopped the war. But with the majority of the humans gone on Earth, underworlders have become more abundant and now occupy most of the land. Few humans remain, and the world lies in chaos, with only the new accords dictating the inhabitants.
"God damned vampires." Erik Heartfield tore through the dark warehouse with only a small witchlight dangling from his chest. He saw a dark shadow in the corner of his eye moving rapidly, and he turned rapidly. "Gabriel." He whispered, and the small daggers in his hands lit up. He flicked his wrist and sent three of them into the vampires chest. The beast burst into ashes and gore, and hit the floor with a sickening slap, followed by the soft hissing of the ash as it blanketed the darkness beneath his feet. His chest rose and fell slightly, almost rhythmically. As he stood in silence, listening, he could hear the blood pumping through his blessed veins; he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his limbs. The knives he carried were of a somewhat enchanted sort. They were bits of seraph blades that were cut meticulously by a skilled craftsmen, and blessed by priests. They were barely the length of his entire hand. He could throw them with deadly precision, and also had an uncanny ability to strike his opponents in debilitating areas. His mouth hung slightly open, and he pushed his short black hair of his forehead. His leaf green irises scanned the area as best as they could; the immediate area around him was flooded with the romantic glare of the witchlight, but the rest of the room was threateningly dark.
Above him hung an old chandelier; the diamonds that lazily draped from the gold swoops moved ever so slightly, catching and casting the white light in an eerie manner. Underneath, on the ground, lay an object covered in a white sheet. It was obviously an elongated table with its dramatically sharp four corners and immaculately flat top. Around the table stood chairs, some standing upright, others lying broken under the shadow of the table. As the silence became deafening, Erik began to relax slightly. Then, abruptly, a crash came from the other room. Erik started with a leap, dashing forward with inhuman speed. He tore through the double wide doorway with ornate sides into a room where a witchlight, such as the one he wore, was throwing its light off various walls. The source of the light came from the end of a long staff that Declan Farrows was adeptly swinging around the room. Erik saw as a vampire lunged from one side of the room while Declan fought another. It seemed that Declan almost felt the silent predator lunging, and he swiftly rolled frontwards, vaulting himself high with the staff. With a rugged grunt, Declan landed with knees bent, and the vampires collided behind him. He turned, thrusting the staff forward and piercing both of the vampires chest as the blade of the staff elongated a good three feet. Erik always admired the contraption Declan utilized so beautifully. It was only about five feet tall, but a small switch sent a retractable blade of three feet speeding out. The vampires screamed, and Declan twisted his wrist, and they both evaporated similar to the one Erik had just taken care of.
"Fantastic." Declan said, looking down at himself, his body covered in red waste. "Vampire blood is a bitch to clean." Erik smiled sideways, checking behind him to make sure he was not about to be assaulted.
"Have you found the girl then?" Erik asked, a soft German accent pervading his speech.
"Which part of her?" Declan said, his accent hinting slightly as Irish. Erik grimaced, not expecting such a response. But Declan smiled back. "I'm joking. I haven't found her yet. But I'm assuming she's close judging by the vampire barrage that we just underwent."
Erik stepped forward, pressing Declan on the shoulder to push him out of the way. Declan thrust his head forward and purred in Erik's ear, sending chills down his spine. Declan was an attractive boy, lightly shaded brown hair that always seemed immaculately tousled, a pale yet clear complexion key to so many of the Irish, and the predictable navy blue eyes. He was also uncomfortably flirtatious with...well everyone. Erik was more of a conserved boy, only having ever the privilege of a woman in his bed once, where he proceeded to fall asleep on the girl because of the ridiculous amounts of alcohol he had consumed. Declan, on the other hand, was a raging nymphomaniac, bringing home all sorts of men and woman and other various creatures. Erik turned his head and glared at him, Declan chuckled. Erik, although the leader of the traveling pack of shadow hunters that they belonged too, always felt inferior to Declan. He stood a good four inches under him. Declan having a tall build that filled out almost too proportionally. Erik was 5'10, also muscular, but just not as wide as Declan. But he still scowled at him and continued on.
"Through this door then." Erik decided, seeing an exit on the opposite end of the room adorned with a large bar in front of it. He approached it and removed his steele from his belt. He drew a large opening rune, and the door creaked slightly, and then opened with a loud bang. Declan moved forward first, patting Erik on his butt.
"I swear to the angels, Lan." Erik started, but Declan brushed him off. They moved in, again illuminating the previously dark room with their flood of white light. The room was entirely empty; the walls composed of a grey metal, and only a chair in the middle of the floor. But what caught their attention was the small girl dressed from head to toe in white, sitting in the chair before them. Her arms crossed as well as her legs. Her head was hooded, but they could both see the smiling red lips of the girl. The armor she wore was identical to Erik and Declan's, save the pure color of it. Declan broke the silence "What the..." But before he could finish the woman was standing, almost as if she had teleported.
"Oh, here are the Shadowhunters, come to rescue the damsel in distress." Her head remained at a slight downwards incline, so her features still could not be defined. "How ever shall I thank you? Flowers? Money? A night in bed?" She chuckled mysteriously.
"What are you doing here, sister?" Erik asked formally.
"I am not your sister." She spat. "I was captured by this coven and clearly one of my comrades requested my saving." She said, standing at an oddly far distance from the boys.
"Well you wear runes and the armor of a Shadowhunter." Erik explained. "So unless that is a very original Halloween costume, you appear to be my sister."
"I am no Shadowhunter." She attacked back at him. "I bring light, I do not hunt shadows. Thus, deeming be a Lightbringer."
Declan cocked his head. "A what?"
"A Lightbringer, you moron. I came to this coven in order to try and convince these vampires to join in our movement of equality. Unfortunately there were of ancient customs and attacked me."
"We are all equals." Erik said firmly. The girl snorted contemptuously.
"Ever since the destruction of the majority of the mundane population, you Shadowhunters have made the accords so strict that you are choking out almost every creature of the underworld."
"That is to prevent another mass extinction of a race." Declan said, walking toward the woman. "Now take your hood off an look at me." He said, standing with in feet of her. But as he reached for her, she evaporated, and reappeared almost directly behind him. Erik's eyes widened, and the woman kicked Declan square in the back. He stumbled forward but did not fall. Turning around, he squared his shoulders and placed both hands on his staff. "That was a pretty lame kick." He said tauntingly. The girl ignored him, and ran off, dashing past Erik with immense speed. He tossed a knife in her direction, but the girl swerved. They both took off after her, but even at their full speed, her agility far exceeded theirs. As she dashed into the room where the Chandelier hang, the boys watched as the woman crashed through the window, which was a good four stories above the ground. They stopped, and watched as the girl quickly took out a shining object, that flashed blindingly. When the boys could see again, the girl was gone, as if she had assimilated into the air.
"What the fuck was that?" Declan yelled, looking like he was about to pass out.
"I have no idea." Erik replied quietly. Declan ran to the window, trying to find any trace of the woman but to no avail. He put his hand behind his head and whistled.
"What do you think she was talking about, with the Lightbringers and all that?" Erik asked, almost rhetorically.
"I have no idea." Declan said, still looking out the window. "...But she sounded super sexy."
"You're a Goddamn moron, Farrows."
Declan turned and gave him a wink. The boys moved toward the exit, both trying not to let the other know how visibly shaken they were.