Dream Weaver

Aurelia Madison prides herself in the fact that she is nobody's. She likes the quiet of her empty home, her uncle never speaking, her parents dead, her aunt in the hospital with some untreatable illness. But what if that silence is what drives her mad? With her uncle newly dead, attacks to the heart by some sort of animal, she is 'brought' to the Institute of London, where she meets two complete opposites; a man she can trust, and a man who won't trust her. With the help of her new friend, Tessa, she unravels a plot that goes beyond history. She unravels the story of the Dream Weaver.

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APOV (Aurelia's Point of View)

"Lia!" Somebody screamed from downstairs. I ran faster than I thought possible for me. It was Uncle Colin, he was bleeding as he walked into the house. "My sweet Lia…" he mumbled as he fell to the ground clutching his bleeding heart. He had his rifle in hand, blood covered and dirty. Lia stood frozen, watching the rise and fall of his chest come to an abrupt halt. Only one thought remained in her mind. Two men ran into the house, both opposites of each other.

One had pale silver hair and silver eyes, his skin as white as a sheet. He looked at my uncle with pity and regret, sorry for something. The other had dark black hair, his blue eyes the color of the deep sea, his lips curled into an amused smile at my uncle.

"Went and got yourself killed, eh?" The dark haired one said. This angered me.

"Get out of my house," I said in a strained voice. Both of them looked up at me as if it were the first time they had noticed me. The dark haired one smiled. "They never said he had a beautiful daughter." I found myself reaching for something I hadn't reached for in a long time; a seraph blade. I'd been taught in the way of shadowhunters, but I preferred the life of a mortal.

"Serefina!" I yelled as I braced myself for attack. The dark haired one smiled a little more.

"Raziel," he called softly at his own blade. It extended as mine had.

"Will," the silver haired one said, "can't you go one minute without angering some young girl?" Will smiled, amused.

"No, I suppose not." And he ran at me with the blade. I fought him off with apparent skill and practice, not making a sound, smooth and at home with a blade in my hand. He struck the blade right out of my palm, throwing his blade away in the process. I put my hands on either side of his head and pressed in. He screamed so loudly that I thought the neighbors might come running. He wasn't weak, no, but he was too full of himself. I saw that from his thoughts, spun into a thick black silk. I was forcing him to show me his thoughts through my mind, through my hands. The silver boy pulled Will away from me, watching me curiously. Will was breathing unevenly, his hands on the floor, not looking at me. I ran to my uncle's body and touched his hands. They were stained red as well. I closed his eyes with my hands, holding his hand to my heart.

My white dress would be stained. It didn't matter. I tore it off up to my knees, wiping blood off my uncle with the lacy material. The silver boy was surprised at this, as many girls would be embarrassed to be seen half naked. My uncle was dead, I didn't care much. My dress had no sleeves anyways. I'd ripped them off so that I could wear the dress at home in the summer.

"One hell of a girl," Will breathed with a laugh. "Got me down on my knees." The silver boy rolled his eyes, still looking at me.

"Please leave," I said softly, my voice shaking. The silver boy walked closer to me. I reached for my seraph blade, but I didn't have it with me. He had no trouble picking me up and carrying me, though I could sense how tense his hands were on my bare legs. I thrashed and pushed and kicked and hit, but he wouldn't let go of me. He left the house within a glamour, as if he weren't there. I tried to get the attention of whoever was walking past us, screaming and grabbing them. Nobody noticed a thing in the crowded street.

"Amazing!" A redheaded man exclaimed as he saw the silver boy walking me in. I was exhausted, my arms loosely draped around his neck to keep myself from falling off. "He had a daughter?" The man asked. Silver boy shook his head.

"I have no idea who she is, but she must be related to him." He put me down on something soft, like a bed, and swept my raven black hair out of my face. "She's beautiful," he said softly, so softly that the redheaded man didn't hear. My eyes were closed. He must have thought I was sleeping.

"Oh, poor thing," I heard a motherly voice croon as hands touched my forehead and a blanket was pulled over my legs. "Did Will attack her dress?" She asked in a cynical, 'of course he did' tone.

"No," silver boy said, "she did that to her own dress, trying to wipe up Mr. Whitney's blood. Colin Whitney died of a Ravener attack, Charlotte." The woman, Charlotte, took her hands off me and walked away, I heard her shoes. I opened my eyes slowly, not at all startled by the Institute I was inside.

"I didn't ask to be brought here, I asked for you to leave my house," I said in a hoarse voice. Silver boy smiled at me. It was a saddened, sorry smile.

"You're weak, don't try to…" I stood up and tried to walk to the door, but stumbled halfway there and almost fell. Someone caught me, and when I looked up, I saw an amused spark on Will's face as he smiled.

"Fancy running into you, Ms. Whitney." I frowned.

"Ms. Knight. Ms. Aurelia Knight. Mr. Whitney was my uncle." Will's smile widened.

"I knew something as beautiful as you couldn't be related to a monster," he said with such a sure voice. "Will Herondale." I stood myself up, dusted my dress off, and continued to the door. He caught me and dragged me back until my body was crushed to him. "Now why would a girl like you be running away from me?" He asked, amused. I pushed him away from me.

"Don't think I won't hesitate to weave through your mind again. I found some interesting things about the past." He turned pale white. A girl walked down the steps in a blue dress, brown hair in a bun behind her head, eyes on me. She smiled.

"You must be the Whitney girl. Jessamine told me all about you." The blonde leaning on the door frame must have been Jessamine. She smiled with a poisonous tinge to it.

"My name is not Whitney, it is Knight, and I wish to leave. I left this life once, I'm not returning to it." As I opened the door, I found someone standing in my way. It was silver boy.

"You need to regain your strength. Stay at least until then." He smiled reassuringly. "Will angers all of us, don't let him get to you." The brown haired girl laughed.

"Will doesn't anger, will annoys." She smiled at me. "I'm Tessa Gray. Nice to meet you, Ms. Knight." Will rolled his eyes.

"I am not a shadowhunter," I said softly. "Not anymore. You do not owe me anything." I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my way further.

"Then stay as a guest of mine," silver boy said at the same time Will muttered, "Then leave."

"I need to find Uncle Colin, make sure he's…"

"Dead," silver boy said solemnly. "Your uncle is dead and the house has been torn apart by whoever was looking for him." His eyes met mine in a very odd gaze, his silver eyes liquid. "My name is James Carstairs, but please, call me Jem." I was too tired to fight.

"This is unjust, Mr. Carstairs. I ask again, please let me leave." He firmly crossed his arms.

"You can barely walk, Ms. Knight." I could tell from everyone expressions that they didn't know why he was pressing me so hard. I crossed my arms right back.

"Mr. Carstairs, get out of my way before I remove you." He smiled lightly, almost amused.

"I'd like to see you do that." Before he could do a thing, my hands were on either side of his head, my mind weaving itself into his. He didn't make a sound, but fell to his knees as his memories collapsed onto me. Demons, drugs, his dead parents, Shanghai, Charlotte, Henry, Sophie, Will, warlocks… the memories dropped on me like bombs. I was the one who screamed. I fell backwards, and I was surprised to see that my raven black hair had turned a ghostly pale silver-white. My skin was sheet white, like his, and I could only imagine what my eyes looked like. Within seconds, I returned to myself.

"I-I'm so sorry," I stuttered. It was all I could manage. He closed the door after standing up, then extended a hand to me. I didn't want to touch him, I didn't want to have to fight his memories again. I stood up by myself. His hand dropped to his side.

"Ms. Knight…"

"Lia," I corrected him, "most everyone calls me Lia." He smiled lightly.

"Lia, we're all orphans here, and we're all different. Stay at least until you can travel." I couldn't fight him now, his memories were fresh in my mind. His mind was like pure silvery silk, unraveling fast and aimlessly. Something was wrong about him.

"Alright," I finally submitted. "Only until I can travel."

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