A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! It might be confusing at first, but it'll be great! Please review! =)

1: Fog

A thick stream of blood dripped into her deep, dark eyes from the long, ragged cut across her forehead. She fumbled to dig in her pocket, yanking out the silver stele, which shined in the dim evening light, she grimaced. The stele burned against the skin of the crook of her elbow, she winces but makes no sound; the pain was vaguely familiar but her memories were still foggy. Gazing slowly around her, the scene in the dark slowly became clearer. The grimy alleyway was splattered in blood, is that mine? She thought worriedly. Climbing steadily to her feet, she decided to test her balance, but she leaned heavily against the wall. Her shoulder burned, worse than all the hell fires in the world, she reached over her shoulder pressing her fingers lightly on the skin. Her jacket and undershirt had been ripped clean through; she cried out in pain and felt the warm blood on her fingers. It was a demon bite from what she could tell. A nasty one. What had happened to her? Why couldn't she remember?

Her head felt dizzy and she rubbed her eyes, trying to concentrate. What is wrong with me? She wondered, and ordered herself to ignore the pain. She couldn't recall how she got here. Or why she was covered in blood, her own. Her mind flashed to Derek. His angular jaw, dark hair, and even darker eyes; Derek could help her. She would just have to make it back to the Institute.

Inhaling deeply she shoved the stele into her pocket, and kept a hand on the hilt of her blade. She jumped slightly as the trashcans beside her rumbled, "Raziel," She hissed through her teeth. Despite her aches and pains she kicked aside the metal can, "What the hell? Shoo!" She muttered under her breath, shooing away a scrawny gray tabby.

Her heart stopped, could it be? It was a ring. Hers. The Carchase family ring; she'd recognize the symbol anywhere. The half moon that swooped gracefully around the 'C' for Carchase. Her eyes zoomed down to her hand; her own polished ring was proudly on her finger the elegant sliver shining in the dim street lights. No it wasn't hers. There was only one other ring like this. She seized the ring, cupping it in her hand as she ignored the screaming agony in her muscles; she dashed out of the alleyway and out into the street. The Institute, she had to reach the Institute Derek could—Holy shit. She thought. Am I in New York?

The boy slowly seeped into consciousness. He bolted upward, reaching for his blade, only to discover it wasn't there. His big, emerald eyes scanned the room. Oh, I'm back at the Institute. He thought to himself and fell back onto his bed his midnight colored curls falling over his eyes as always; crossing his arms behind his head. The last thing he recalled was patrolling the streets with Lacey; she must have brought him back. It didn't occur to him that he didn't realize he didn't fall asleep while patrolling the streets at this exact moment; but he'd remember soon enough. He yawned closing his eyes; he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was different. It felt as if half of him were gone, then he realized. He swung his legs out of bed, she was his parabatai, why couldn't he feel her? It felt not as if she was dead, but as if she was gone, missing. It was happening again...he had to find her now.

"Shit." He cursed aloud, rushing to his door, he threw the door open and marched down the hallway. His squared jaw showed how tense he was, his eyes were wide as his slender figure slid to a stop in front of the door. "Derek!" He yelled, creating quite a ruckus as he pounded on the thick wooden door in the silent corridor. "Wake up!" He yells, pounding his fist on the door. "I'm coming in!" He yelled, and turned the knob only to find that it was locked. He stepped back, positioning himself to kick in the door, when Jenny trailed out into the hallway in a hot pink attire.

"By the Angel! Blake! It's three in the morning. Go to bed idiot." She said, rubbing her eyes. Black smudges from unwashed makeup appear under her eyes, as she glares at him; her own almond shaped eyes narrowed why she burned him with her poisonous gaze.

"Jenny, this is important. I don't know where Lacey is." He said, she raises a thin eyebrow at him and then sighs.

"So? Didn't you consider she's asleep? Or just outside getting some fresh air? London is very pretty at night." Jenny exclaimed, and then crossed her slender arms across her chest.

"I would know." He said and then began to pound on Derek's door again. "Why isn't he answering?" Blake muttered under his breath. Jenny shoves him out of the way and kicks in the door; she strolled in almost casually and gazed slowly around the room. Her heart-shaped jaw tensed, and it showed how worried she really was.

"He's not here either." Jenny said, and glanced around the messy room. His bed was unmade as usual, his weapons scattered along the floors. The only thing that was different was the window; the window was wide open a slight breeze blowing the curtains into the room. "Should we be worried?"

"Very." Blake replied in a solemn voice. The twins were missing.

She let her mouth fall open as she walked along the littered streets of New York. How did I get here? She asked herself for the millionth time already. Her dark eyes remained wide as she strides less confident than usual on the sidewalk. How am I going to find the Institute? Her hand slid into her pocket and she retrieved her stele. It burned against her skin as she drew another iraze, the first wasn't working correctly against the demon bite.

This was bad, but it only made her move quicker. She froze, spotting the pointed top of the church-like building, the Institute. She broke into a sprint her mind growing more and more foggy as she moved; tears prickled at the back of her eyes. Her muscles tightened and pulled towards each other, refusing to work. Then she saw the fair haired boy, he was absolutely beautiful; and everything about him screamed shadow hunter. The dark attire and the hilt of a blade from under his jacket; she couldn't be mistaken. She reached her slender arm out to him, her long fingers brushing against his black clothing as he walked soundlessly by her. He froze under her hand, and pulled back, clearly surprised. Her straight black hair fell around her in waves as she tumbled backwards; she was unable to stand now. A pair of arms caught her and swung her up into his arms; the fair haired boy. His amber colored eyes surveyed her face, which was beginning to drain of all color, as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

"Institute...have a demon bite..." She struggled to say. He raised an eyebrow and then began to stride down the sidewalk at an urgent pace. She fought to stay awake, but she could barely move much less fight against what her body craved.

"What's your name?" The boy demanded. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped. I should explain myself first. What am I thinking I don't have time for that! She thought to herself.

"Carchase..." She said, her vision fading fast. "My name is Lacey Carchase..." Then her world faded black.

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