I had written this on my iphone so excuse the lack of paragraphs lol. These characters and such are owned by Cassandra Clare.
This was all purely for fun so I hope it is enjoyed.
Chapter1
Valentines movements were sluggish as he hoisted himself out of his grave buried in Idris, his home, or at least he thought it was.
His memories were a little blurred from the things that happened in his last moments, he realizes how bad he was, he could still feel it but he felt a little more.
Remorse? Angst? Oh god he was turning into Jace.
Jace.
His son.
No, no not his son the son he took from Stephen. His head bore a very painful mind grain for thinking so much. He clutched at it while he stared at a shattered portal.
He looked through it noticing a small homey house, there was a woman in the front planting some flowers and picking weeds it was a weird sight to gently arouse Valentine black hair was riddled with ringlets of grey but still she had a youth to her even with lines that were etched under her eyes along with bags. She looked tired, and he wanted to drain it from her.
Val touched the piece of portal and was suddenly sucked from the lush green Idris to the fumes and beauty of New York City.
Elaine Lewis looked up from the nasty weeds crowding her garden as a figure descended in front of her. His full shadow bloomed over her, taking him in, he looked like someone had dug him a grave and he'd been buried in it. His silvery blond hair was glinting in the sunlight and Elaine had to admit he was a stunning man besides all the scars she could evidently see even though he was wearing a thick black uniform of some kind in the middle of late spring New York.
She could still see them, then a thought came through to her, oh my god he could be a killer. Jumping up suddenly she picked up her shears and pointed them at his chest.
"Okay, who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Valentine Morgenstern, I'm lost and have nowhere to go, please help me?" Valentines plea sounded good coming from his mouth to his ears but she had a blank stare.
"This is modern day New York sir, excuse me if i don't take you in right away without hesitation" Elaine Lewis was no fool, she couldn't just take him in. But if he is lost she couldn't kick him away. With some regret she dropped the shears and tilted her head with some Lewis attitude.
"Come on in Mr.?"
"Valentine Morgenstern" Again with the blank look he thought.
"Okay. Valentine. I'm Elaine. Come on" she says with some defeat. As she motions him inside with her hand handling the door open, pretty hands Val noticed as he walked in.