Well, I was vacationing this week, reading over my fanfics and trying to figure out what to do with them when I thought about writing one for the Infernal Devices…and the Cirque du Freak, my two favorite book series in the entire world. I hope you like them, Read and review please, tell me what you think and I'll update as soon as possible…unless this story is a complete fail, then I obviously won't. Please no flames, but other than that, write your review however you want :) Enjoy!
"Miss, we have arrived." The young, fair-haired driver said . I sighed and closed my book reluctantly, seeing a small, white flash of light across from me inside the spacious and luxurious carriage I was in. I looked up and frowned.
"Magnus, please. Must you flash in and out like this all the time?" I whined at the ostentatiously dressed-cat eyed warlock who was now sitting across from me. He shook his jet black hair out of his eyes and gave me one of his dazzling, crooked smiles.
"Ah, my darling, that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" he asked as he opened the carriage door and stepped out. I rolled my eyes as I took his hand and stepped out of the carriage onto the beautiful brick path. I looked up at the impressive, towering white house with a beautiful white-pillared entryway. I frowned at it.
This was the house of Alexei de Quincey. I shuttered. "Must I go, Magnus? This is none of my business." I snapped. He sighed and looped his arm through mine, gently grasping my hand clad in baby-blue gloves that reached my wrist.
"Yes, Annabeth. But don't worry, I promise I won't let them see you." He said quietly as we walked upon the white stone path that led to the entryway of the house. I glared at the ground as we walked.
"How will they not see me, Magnus?" I hissed as vampires stopped, stared, and started gossiping about Magnus and me as we passed them. He sighed and I sensed he was starting to get put out. Serves him right for dragging me to this bloody party when I could be relaxing at home. I thought.
"Trust me, darling, they won't notice you, I'll be keeping them busy while you chat among the vampires and make yourself known to them." He said as we passed through the threshold.
"Ah, Magnus Bane! What a pleasure to see you could make it tonight." A voice with a foreign accent said. I looked to my left and saw an extremely pale vampire, so pale he had a bluish tint to his skin. He had nearly white hair that hung pin straight down to his shoulders and was wearing a gray silk waistcoat.
He smiled and shook Magnus's hand—a bit more friendly than he should have, really—and turned his curious gaze to me. "I do hope Camille will make it. But, who might this beautiful young lady be?" he inquired. I stared at him for a moment before returning the smile and extending my hand to him.
"This is Annabeth Bane, my younger sister. We were fathered by the same demon." Magnus said, looking down at me fondly. The man pressed his lips gently to my hand and released it, never taking his eyes from mine.
"Oh, how rude I must seem, asking who you are when I haven't even introduced myself. I am Alexei de Quincey." He said. I smiled. So this is de Quincey…head of the London vampire coven, member of the Pandemonium Club, and ally of the Clave… I found him rather shifty looking.
I was relieved when he walked off to greet other vampires, but I still caught him looking over at Magnus and me, watching me. "Magnus, when will they be here?" I asked as we started to walk around, greeting other vampires.
He looked over at the massive grandfather clock where Lady Delilah was standing with a Darkling. His face paled slightly. "They just did." He muttered. I hid behind him and looked towards the entrance to see the beautiful Camille Belcourt and her devilishly handsome faux-subjugate William Herondale.
I squeaked. "Magnus!" I hissed when he disappeared. Then someone tugged at my elbow. I looked over and saw Magnus. I sighed in relief. "Please don't do that again." I sighed.
He laughed to himself and pulled me over to one of the tea tables by a massive window where a man with a shock of red hair sat, wearing black trousers, a black waist coat, and a blood red silk shirt underneath. I flushed as I realized what Magnus was doing.
"Magnus! Just because I found a man attractive doesn't mean you can just pawn me off on him!" I hissed. Magnus ignored me and cleared his throat. The man looked up curiously and I could see that he had a long scar along the left side of his face near his mouth. He looked at me, stood up, and gave me a small bow. I flushed.
"Annabeth, this is Larten Crepsley. He's new here and a friend of Camille's. Would you be a darling and keep him company?" he asked. I flushed. "Oh, I don't think I should, I'd only be a bother." I rushed. Magnus laughed. "Nonsense, my dear!" he turned to Mr. Crepsley. "Larten, don't listen to her. She's simply nervous because she fancies you." He said as he pushed me into the seat opposite of the man. I flushed as Magnus winked and walked off towards the entrance where Will and Camille were.
Mr. Crepsley smiled a little and sat back down in his seat. He seemed thoughtful and scratched the scar on his face. "Might I ask how you got your hair and eyes to be that color?" he asked in a somewhat rough voice. I frowned. He noticed and looked slightly worried. "I am sorry, I did not mean to offend you…" he trailed off.
I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. "No, no. It's fine, I get that question a lot is all. They're naturally that color." I said, answering his question. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Are they really?" he murmured, extending his hand to finger one of my many loose candy pink curls. I flushed at the contact. He smiled sheepishly and withdrew his hand. "My apologies, I could not help myself." I giggled. "No, it's quite alright. I hesitated.
"Mr. Crepsley," I began, with an eye roll from him stopping me. "Please, call me Larten." He said. I smiled. "Okay…Larten. You're a vampire, correct?" I asked him. He stared at me funny. "Why, yes I am. Are not everyone here vampires?" he asked, looking around curiously. I smiled again. "Magnus is a warlock." I said he nodded and looked at me curiously. "Are you a vampire?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No, I'm not. I'm a warlock…" I trailed off, biting my bottom lip. He frowned at me. "That is quite a bad habit, Miss Annabeth. You will cause it to bleed." He chided. I blushed and looked down at my baby-blue formal gown with white lace.
I stopped biting my lip and looked up at him. He was about to say something when Alexei started speaking. "If you would, the ceremony will begin soon." He announced to the now excited vampires. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Larten stood up and offered me his hand. I remained seated, my face no doubt turning green. He looked at me worriedly and crouched down so he could look into my eyes.
"Miss Annabeth, are you alright?" he asked softly. I shook my head slowly. "Yes, it's just…I'm not attending the ceremony…it's…" I shuddered. He frowned. "What is the ceremony?" he asked me. I frowned and told him. His eyes widened. "That is terrible." He said quietly. I nodded and stood. "I do believe that I shall go out for a walk." I said.
"What about Magnus?" he asked me. I turned to him. "What of him?" I asked, confused. He frowned. "Well, he is going to the ceremony, is he not?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes, but not for the reason you think." I answered. He was the confused one now. I smiled.
"Come, Larten. You won't want to be here in about a quarter of an hour, and I find myself in need of company." I said. He paused and smiled, looping his arm through mine. "Very well, where would you like to go?" he asked as we walked out of the house and down the streets.
"I think I shall show you around London." I replied, walking down the street, not a single person in sight.