Hey guys, this is my VERY first fanfic. I originally wrote it on paper, it filled up about 168 pages and was 47 chapters...that was basically my whole summer...O.o. well anyway. R&R plz! It gets WAY more intense, trust meh. The first paragraph is basically a summary...so enjoy! The Mortal Instruments belongs to Cassandra Clare!
Chapter 1: umbram Venatores
It always feels like something is going on that I don't know about. My name is Kristina Dragonrose, and I am 16 years old living in a house with my mother in Brooklyn, New York. I'm planning on going to Medical School in a couple months. My father ditched my mother before I was even born, how fucked up is that? Ever since we moved into the house about three months ago, I haven't had the best sleep-filled nights. It has been the same dream every night. A guy, about the same age as me, wearing all black with a belt of knives and daggers, and glass swords crossed on his back. His hand is out, asking me to come closer. I can't make out his face, it's just...blurry. I feel like I know him, like I've known him my whole life. When I'm about to grab his hand, I wake up.
As days go by, things get more and more suspicious. One day, when my mother was at work, I went into her bedroom to get some aspirin for the mind numbing headaches I always get. When I walked in, my eyes went straight to a weird looking treasure chest. I checked to see if Mom was home, which she wouldn't be for another three hours, just to make sure. When the coast was clear, I grabbed the chest and slid it from under the bed. It had an inch of dust on it and made of wood, metal, and leather. There is a heavy lock on it, but it wasn't locked. On the top of the box is a big rune-like symbol, why does it look familiar? It also has words on it, 'umbram Venatores.' I'm guessing it's Latin, the only language I don't know how to speak. I opened the heavy lid all the way and looked inside. It was full of weapons, daggers, swords, throwing knives, brass knuckles, machetes, etc. I sat there in shock, staring at the somewhat disturbing weapons. Then I hear a door slam. Mom.
I close the chest as fast as I can and slid it back under the bed and walk to her dresser and get my medicine. At that time, she walked in. "Hey, Mom." I said, hoping I don't sound suspicious. "Hello." She answered. "Why are you home so early. You aren't supposed to be back for another three hours." I said closing her dresser and downing the pills. She shuffled over to her bed and face planted into the cream colored sheets. "My boss had to do something, I think he said something about a meeting." Her voice is muffled in the covers. "Okay. Well, I'm going to go hang out with Raphael." I said walking out the door. "Ok, but please please please be careful." She said lifting her head to look at me. "Mom, trust me. I have Raphael, I'll be ok. And yes I will come straight home." I replied and continued walking down the hallway to my room. "Ok, I trust you." I heard her say. I changed clothes and walked with my best friend in Central Park.
As I promised my mom, I came straight home. I am one to always keep my promises, no matter what they are. The walk in Central Park took two hours, Raphael and I just talked about nerd stuff as always. I hugged him goodbye and walked into my house. When I got home it was about 7:30pm, and Mom fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I pulled the spare blanket over her, then walked to my room. It looked like an average teenager room, clothes on the floor, posters on the walls. Average.
I got dressed in furry shorts and a tank top as my pajamas and layed down on my queen sized bed. I know it's like 8:00pm, but I had nothing better to do. I lied there with my eyes closed for a couple minutes, until I hear a faint tapping. Then I think to myself, 'It's just this old house making noises again.' I closed my eyes and started hearing the tapping again, but a little louder. "What the hell?" I said out loud. I stood up and tried to find the source of the tapping. I walked to my window and opened the blinds to see Raphael on the ground throwing rocks at my window. I open my window and say, "What the heck, Raphael!?" I whisper shouted. He's gesturing me to help him up. I lean out of the 2 story window and grab his hand, his shoes climbing up the wall and me pulling him up. He gets halfway through and I start to pull on his shoulders. He gets through and we fall on the floor, he fell on top of me, but reduced impact by falling on his hands. He rolls off me and helps me up. "What are you doing here?" I asked, hands on my hips. "I got bored at my house." He shrugged. "When your mom finds out you snuck out, we're both dead." I said a bit panicked. "I told her I was spending the night here." He said. I crossed my arms and he looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I roll my eyes, close the window, and lay down in my bed. I look at Raphael and say, "Well, come on." I pat the space on my bed next to me. He jumps with excitement like a little girl and lays beside me. We have been friends for 10 years, then I moved away for another year, then came back here 3 months ago. We snuggle up to each other and I slowly drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I open my eyes and turn over and see Raphael still asleep. I look over at my bedside clock. 8:30am. I slowly and quietly get off the bed, trying not to wake Raphael. I step onto the fluffy white carpet and start looking for an outfit for today. "Good morning." Raphael said, which startled me. "Holy shit, you scared me." I said holding my chest, he laughed. He always spends the night at my house and in my bed, because I always feel bad for putting him on the couch or floor. It's been that way for 10 years. "You better go home before your mom finds out you're gone." I said, taking a pair of black skinny jeans out of my closet. "I told you, she said I can spend the night." He said. "Oh really? Then why did she call me to see where you are?" I said with a smirk. His eyes grew wide. "Shit, what did you tell her?!" He asked panicking. "Nothing, because she didn't call." I replied. "Fuck." He swore. "Why did you lie?" I asked with a smile. "I don't know." "Raphael, you need a girlfriend." I said jokingly. "Ugh." He said and shoved his face in my pillow. Then Mom walked in.
"Hey Raph, when did you get here?" She asked. "He came home with me after he asked his Mom if he could spend the night." I lied. "Oh ok. We're going to walk around the mall for a while, get dressed." She told me then shut the door. "Raphael Santiago, you better go before they both find out." I said seriously. "Ok I'll call you later." He sighed then walked out. I quickly got dressed and met Mom downstairs to go to the mall.
We sat in the car in a comfortable silence. Although, Mom had a slightly worried look on her face. I was going to ask what was wrong, but instead I asked, "Mom, what does 'umbram Venatores' mean?" She stared at the road with wide eyes. We pulled up to the mall. "We're here!" She got out and we advanced toward the entrance. I saw a tall, muscular man in all black clothes with brown curly hair and weird rune-like tattoos on his arms. I just ignored him, but he did kind of creep me out a little. Then I realized, he's following us throughout the fucking stores. I turned to my mom and whisper, "Mom, there's someone following us." She turns and looks directly at the man and says, "I don't see anybody." I look at her like she's freakin' crazy and just kept walking. I swear, do midlife crisis' make you blind? We left the store and walked to our black Porsche. We didn't buy anything, don't ask me why because I don't know. We made it to our car and the man walked right passed us, made eye contact with me, then walked off. Why did that guy seem so fucking familiar?!