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Chapter 1

Ty sat at a big table littered with sheets of paper and he was rambling on to Julian, who sat comfortably next to him, about a local demon attack. Livvy stood next to Ty, filing through the pages and Emma and Cristina were sitting laughing at the end of the large table. Kit Rook leaned against one of the bookshelves, his hands in his pockets and his hair was a blonde tangle of wavy curls and his eyes a tired blue. His gaze was fixed on the dark haired boy. He watched his eyes, dart from paper to paper, alive as if sparked with electricity. He always got like this when he was figuring something out, those eyes lit up like bright stars burning, and Kit thought it was the most beautiful thing.

"You've got that look in your eyes," Livvy said, appearing at Kit's side. Kit jumped a little with a gasp and then just rolled his eyes.

A hint of confusion passed along his face and he furrowed his eyebrows, "What look do you mean?"

"You know, that look when you watch him, that 'damn he's so hot when he's clever' look," Livvy did a very accurate impression of Kit and the blonde boy turned a shade of rosy pink.

He turned his face away from Livvy and back to her brother whose nose was stuck in a piece of paper and he was reading eagerly. Kit attempted to play it cool.

"This is my normal face, Livia, I always look like this," he said.

"I know you do," was all she said with a little shake of her head and a smile. Exactly, she thought and stalked back over to the table. She flopped down in a seat beside Ty and caught Kit's gaze for a moment. Livvy raised one eyebrow and gestured subtly to Ty and Kit just rolled his eyes, a faint smile creeping onto his face. He turned away then, deciding to take a walk around the Shadowhunter's library.

It was huge, Kit thought, how do they find anything in here? There were rows upon rows of bookcases, stacked full with old, tattered leatherback books to new hardback editions, pages crisp and neat. Each bookcase was as tall as the ceiling, towering above Kit about 14 feet. Ladders were placed here and there and signs to indicate which section you were in. As Kit made his way round corners and down long aisles and wiggled in between bookcases, he passed many sections. He was surprised they had things other than Shadowhunting books. There was Poetry where books were laced with gold and silver patterns on hardback covers and smaller books within the area with worn ribbon tucked into old pages. He passed a Romance section, new and old books filled the shelves, and the Fantasy/Adventure section earned a stifled laugh from Kit. Stacks of books lining shelves, placed and ready to tell Shadowhunters all about the supposable mythical creatures of the world. A little ironic, he thought. They knew the monsters were real, not just fairy tales or creatures tucked away in ink and pages. Kit knew just as well as anybody, having seen the damage they could do first hand. Two blue eyes flashed in his mind then, two eyes, bright and smiling, shattered by shards of a darker blue. They were warm and welcoming and then they were gone and Kit sucked in a breath. He let it out slowly and pushed away the thought of his father. He quickly turned around another corner and collided with something. Not something, someone. As he did, a flourish of papers went up in the air and as they rained down, Kit realised he had walked into Tiberius Blackthorn.

There were those eyes again. But now they weren't lit up like silver starlight. More like the colour of steel as he gave an exasperated huff. He bent down quickly to gather the papers and then looked up at the blonde boy. Ty hugged the papers to his chest.

"Sorry, I didn't um mean to do that," Kit felt dumb, he didn't know what else to say. He just shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Of course you didn't," Ty laughed slightly, "If you had intended to walk into someone, it would have been a rather foolish decision." His smile tugged on the corners of his eyes and his long feathered eyelashes cast delicate shadows across his cheekbones. It was as if his face had been carved out of ice and pure starlight. He was pale and beautiful, and his face could light up a room but could devastate it just as well. His eyes were crafted elegantly and his lips were two fragile pink lines, quirking up in laughter. He always spoke as if what he was stating was the most obvious thing, his voice never condescending but always a little genuinely confused to why no one else stated it earlier.

"I wouldn't put it past me," Kit said jokingly. Ty was looking at him now, innocently, and Kit felt his curious gaze sweep over him.

Ty looked the blonde boy straight in the eyes and smiled, "you are no fool Kit." Kit just took in a deep breath as Ty disappeared past him and out of a large wooden door.

Kit had returned to the large table and now all the Shadowhunters except Ty, were there, all of them. Emma, Julian, Dru, Livvy, Cristina, even Mark holding Tavvy and 'Perfect Diego' was leaning in the doorway. They were all gearing up, except for of course the baby, and Mark didn't seem to be either. Emma was suddenly in front of him placing a long silver blade in his hand.

"Good, you're here," she said as Kit grasped the blade and it lit up, all silver and blue. Julian placed, in the other hand, a pile of black clothing and a weapons belt. He looked up confused.

"What's this for?" Kit said, his eyes a curious blue.

"Ty figured it out, all these demonic attacks," Julian said, leading Kit to the table and spreading out a couple of sheets of paper, "They've been happening local but at different places and at different times. We just couldn't figure out the pattern and Ty did. The next attack is tonight, and you're coming with us."

"He's going?" Mark sounded bewildered, "But he's had barely any training!"

"I can handle it," Kit shot Mark a sideways glance. "Where's Tiberius?"

Emma tucked a stele into her weapons belt, "He's gone to send a fire message to the Clave. We have to inform them on every mission, even if it's a small one like this."

Kit slid into the leather jacket and questioned Emma, "Is he coming with us?"

Livvy was the one who answered, "Of course he is. When I fight he fights."

"So you're like Parabatai?" Kit asked, hooking his weapons belt around his waist. He felt a sharp pang of jealousy in his stomach. He knew that Parabatai were forbidden to ever be intimate with each other but Kit was still curious to what it would be like to be in some way tied and bound to the boy with starlight eyes and jet black hair.

"No, we're not," Kit was surprised it wasn't Livvy who spoke. He turned quickly to find Ty standing in the doorway, geared up and clasping a stele in his hand. There was no spitefulness to his voice when he answered, he just talked as though he were simply stating a fact. Ty moved over to Livvy and took hold of her arm gently. As everyone continued with their business and the ruffling of pages on the table, Kit stood and studied Ty's hands moving over Livvy's skin, stele in his palm. Black swirls unfolded under his fingers and traced over old scars. Kit had watched Shadowhunters mark themselves and each other before, but Ty did it with such an effortless manner, as if black ink were flowing from his fingertips. When he finished, he stepped back to reveal a rune for agility and speed curling around her forearm, perfectly crafted.

Kit gasped as Julian appeared in front of him.

"Where would you like it?" Julian was grasping a stele in his right hand. Kit looked down at the stele and then back to Julian.

"No runes, not yet," Kit said, turning away from him and taking his seraph blade from the table. He tucked it into a loop on his weapons belt.

"You can't go into battle unprepared," Cristina said, tucking her butterfly knife up her sleeve. She was beautiful, kit thought, just as Emma was, but in different ways. Emma was this warrior sort of beautiful, dangerous and tempting but Cristina seemed an elegant sort of beautiful, features soft and expressive. She reminded him of Ty in that way.

"I am prepared," Kit said, "Just not with runes. And I won't need them anyway, you said yourself, Emma, it's a small mission, nothing, what, like 7 or 8 of us can't handle. Even if one of us isn't runed."

Emma let out a sigh, "Fine, come on then, let's stop wasting time."

Emma led them out of the Institute and Cristina and Diego mounted a motor cycle while the rest of them filtered into the Toyota. Dru, Mark and Tavvy remained on the steps of the Institute as Emma pulled away and Kit sat next to Livvy in the backseat, Emma driving and Julian in front. Ty was on the other side of his sister. Kit clenched his fists around the seraph blade, and watched the LA landscapes turn into a blur of colours against the black of the night sky. He was on his way to his first demon battle and although he seemed sure of himself in front of everyone else, one thing just kept replaying in his mind. The image of his father's helpless body, the body he'd cradled onto many nights when he'd had a bad dream or just needed a hug. The image of that very body being torn to shreds by demons with razor sharp teeth and a spitting tongue. Daggers for fingers and instead of red hot blood boiling under its rugged skin, a black and sticky, acidic ichor. Kit was scared, he was scared for his life, but he was determined to slay the creatures that stole his father. He was going to cut every last one of them until they exploded and disintegrated into nothing but smoke and air.