Gold and Silver Angels: Gold and Silver. Opposites but equally beautiful. Fifteen years ago, Clary and Jace had two beautiful daughters, one with a gold locket, the other with a silver locket. Before they even had their second daughter for a day, she was taken away from them leaving a bloody trail. They buried their loss and raised their other daughter to never know of her missing twin. Fate draws the two together and spins them together in the tale of gold and silver angels.
Chapter 1
"It's in our flesh, it's in our blood. This reckoning has just begun. There's no escape, when fire meets fate."-Fire Meets Fate, Ruelle.
Coffee beans and the smell of baked goods filtered in through Amberly's nose as she scrubbed the counter down with a wet dish cloth. She dropped the gray cloth on the counter for a minute, using her fingers to ease the muscles in her upper arm before glancing around the small café. The circular tables remained unoccupied but there were a few people sitting in the booths, their voices low with conversation. The small stereo in the corner produced a random country song.
Outside the café was drab while the inside seemed filled with any color on the palette but not in any specific order, raindrops slithered down the windows and the people out there were hurrying from place to place, trying to shield themselves against the downpour. Amberly almost pitied them, but she didn't mind the rain as much, it would beat being stuck behind a counter for days on end. She sighed wistfully, drumming her fingers against the countertop.
"Come on daydreamer, we have costumers." Jessie appeared, leaning against the counter, dropping her silver tray on the counter. Amberly rolled her eyes and grabbed the note from her best friend and handed her a bagel with a package of cream cheese. She moved over, taping the second note to the chef's string and moving back over to the register. Amberly sighed, checking and rechecking the register.
The bell over the door jingled as a guy that seemed her age appeared, peeling his gloves off his tanned fingers. "It's chilly out there." He said, flashing her a charming smile. Amberly bit back a blush, nervously biting her lip. "Can I have a coffee with 2% milk and three sugars?" He asked, she nodded and clicked the coffee machine on, grabbing a mug from under the counter. Amberly pulled the fridge open and got out a jug of milk.
"You new around here? I haven't seen you before and I've worked her for a good bit." Amberly tried to make conversation, as the guy leaned against the counter. He had softly curled brown hair with lighter streaks that glistened under the artificial orange glow produced by the lighting above the counter. His light brown eyes were warm with splashes of dark chocolate as he met her gaze with a small smile.
He shrugged, "Not really, I've grown up here my entire life. I was just chilly and decided to stop somewhere warm." He answered honestly, reaching a hand over the counter. "I'm Logan." She smiled, shaking his hand. The timer dinged on the coffee machine and she clicked the stop button and poured him a fresh and steaming cup of coffee, putting three spoons of sugar in with a spoon and some milk. The chestnut brown color became lighter when she finished as she slid the cup towards him.
"Would you want something from the bakery section?" She gestured to the glass viewing assortment of baked goods. Logan shook his head, raindrops dripping off his hair and sliding down his face. Amberly nibbled at a rough and tender spot on her lip, "You're total is $1.46." She read the green digits on the cash register, and he handed her two one-dollar bills. She opened the register and handed him his change.
Logan picked the mug up, flashing another charming smile, "Thank you, Amberly." He read off her name tag, before walking to a circular table and sitting down. Amberly glanced down at her hand, where their fingers had touched, electricity shooting up and down her spines.
"He's cute." Jessie said, gliding over, wiggling her dark eyebrows. Amberly slid her gaze over to him, finding him sipping his coffee while reading a small book. The chef tapped the bell separating the kitchen from the restaurant with his spatula dropping a plate filled with steaming food on the counter. Amberly handed the plate to Jessie, watching as she slid it onto her silver tray.
She rolled her eyes, "He's all yours." She answered, "I have plenty of other things to worry about then dealing with a relationship." Amberly picked up the dish towel, running it under the sink and twisting the towel, before dropping it on the counter and scrubbing in circles. She didn't even realize that Jessie had left before she returned with another order, leaning against the counter.
"You need to get out more, Ambs." Jessie decided, as Amberly clipped the note to the chef's string again and returned to scrubbing the counter. "You're always working. You're only fifteen, and you don't have any fun." She said, pointing to a scone in the bakery section, Amberly grabbed a towel and picked the baked good up and handed it to Jessie.
"I don't have time." She answered simply, "Now go Jess, you have costumers to attend to and so do I." Amberly waved her off as Jessie rolled her eyes and turned to go to another table. Amberly watched her best friend leave, toying with her lip in between her teeth as she drummed her fingers idly on the counter. She scanned the café, her gaze snagging on Logan as he gave her an amused smile before turning back to his book.
She sighed, before turning back to the door and greeting another regular costumer.
By the time her shift ended, the rain had picked up and the streets were flooding with the constant downpour. Amberly unwrapped the cream-colored apron from around her and hung it up, shrugging on a simple green jacket from her part of the closet. She waved at the person who had replaced her behind the counter and opened her black umbrella. "Bye Ambs, see you tomorrow." Jessie called over her shoulder before turning back to the costumer in front of her. Amberly waved at her back before pushing the door open and holding the umbrella over her head.
The umbrella barely blocked her from the rain, soaking her instantly as she rushed down the street. No cars were passing, which Amberly considered herself lucky for, getting splashed with more buckets of water wasn't something she wanted to deal with. She sighed, brushing some soaked hair off her forehead, the golden-blonde waves hanging limply and knottily on her shoulders.
"You cold?" A voice behind her made her jump as she turned around, Logan was standing there, a sturdy umbrella held in his whitened knuckles. She bit back a smile as he took a large step to hold the umbrella over her, her own umbrella was torn with cat scratches and was useless against the onslaught of rain.
Amberly quirked a questioning eyebrow, "What is with you and hanging in the rain?" She inquired, crossing her arms but not moving from underneath the umbrella he offered her, closing her own. "And I'm not cold."
He raised an eyebrow, "Sure you aren't, you're just soaked with water and not cold." He said sarcastically, Amberly bit back a laugh. "I guess this is the part where I walk the damsel home." Logan said, offering her his elbow.
"What are we, in the eighteenth century?" She kept her arms firmly at her side and began to walk in the direction of her home, he matched her pace perfectly. His movement graceful and practiced. "I'm not a damsel, I don't need saving." Amberly scoffed after a moment of walking in what could almost be silence, aside from the downpour around them.
Logan quirked an eyebrow, "I would never question it." He said, moving the umbrella slightly so that she got assaulted by the pellets of rain. Amberly tossed him an unimpressed look before continuing down the sidewalk, outside of the cover of his umbrella. She turned around, stopping momentarily as she waited for him to catch up. "Still don't need my help?" Logan asked, a confident smile in place.
Amberly shook her head, "Help? I never asked for your help. Just making sure you don't stalk me to my house." She crossed her arms and he gave her a flat look. She glanced down at her watch, turning on her heel and offering him a small smile. "I've got to run, see you around Logan." Amberly didn't wait for a response as she hurried off, turning right on a street, watching in her peripheral the smile on his face, etched with curiosity.
She continued to hurry to her house, slowing down once she reached the run-down apartment complex. The building loomed three stories over her head, windows covered in foggy mist and raindrops. Amberly crossed the street carefully, pulling the door open and wiping her soggy boots on the front mat. She trudged down the hallway and towards the elevator, pressing the upward arrow.
"Elevator's broken today." The man sitting behind the front desk informed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Amberly groaned, dragging herself to the stairs and pushing the door open, she began the climb to the second floor, the slamming of the door echoing in the empty stairwell. Amberly stopped on the second floor, pulling the door open and entering the red carpeted hallway. The doors all looked the same and mirrored each other on opposite sides of the hallway, Amberly walked a few steps, before stopping at the third door and grabbing her key from her pocket.
She jammed the key into the lock and shoved the door open, the faint smell of whiskey instantly greeted her, and she winced, closing the door quietly and glancing into the living room. Her foster father was sitting on the couch, his back to her watching some wrestling show, a half-drank bottle of beer in his hand. Amberly tiptoed into the kitchen, pulling out a few of her tips and placing them in the almost-empty jar.
"Anything else for me?" Her foster father appeared in the door way, swaying from side to side, the beer bottle slack in his hand and almost falling to the ground. Amberly shook her head, biting her tongue as Roderick surveyed her, before shrugging carelessly and pushing past her to the fridge. "Go back to your room, you smell." He waved a dismissive hand. Amberly didn't breathe a sigh of relief, exiting the room before heading to her bedroom.
"Amberly, you're back." Crystal ran to her, her light brown hair frizzed around her pale face and her bright blue eyes jumped with childish excitement. Amberly crouched down, wrapping an arm around her, pinching her own skin with her nails. If Crystal noticed, she said nothing and instead went back to their bed, hopping onto it. There was exhaustion hanging in her eyes that Amberly had wanted to forget, the exhaustion of a sick child.
Amberly pulled the chair out, plopping down. "How was your day sweetie?" She asked, pulling open a drawer and searching through it before pulling out an old jewelry box, she pulled open the secret compartment before placing the remainder of her tips inside. She shut the box and tucked it in between the cloths assorted inside.
Crystal smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "It was okay, Roddie had some friends over today and I got some crackers for lunch." Crystal informed, moving her legs back and forth happily. Amberly sighed, she hated the hours she had to leave, leaving her little 'sister' in the care of a drunkard. She lifted herself up, grabbing some clothes from her drawer and going into the closet to change into some dry clothes. She exited the closet and draped her clothes over a thick string by the window.
Amberly fished through her bag, grabbing a not-so-fresh croissant and sandwich. "Here you go Crissy." She handed the food to Crystal and watched with faint amusement as the girl's expression lit up at the look of food. She ruffled Crystal's hair, standing up and closing the tattered curtains, checking the time on her watch, tapping it a few times. "After dinner, how does a story sound before bed?" Crystal nodded, mouth full of food.
Amberly smiled, grabbing a black spiral book from her stack of books and opening it to a fresh page, she grabbed a nearby pencil, sharpening it over the trashcan, and pressed the tip of her pencil to the sketchbook paper. She began to draw lines, her hand moving across the page as she drew, after a few minutes she was able to decipher what she drew. Logan, a saber in hand coming through a wall, dressed in black with swirly designs on visible parts of skin.
"Who's he?" Crystal asked, cleaning up her crumbs and placing them in the trash, she pointed at the picture.
Amberly fought a blush, "He's nobody, come on let me tell you a story." She grabbed a book from the top of the pile, a red leather-bound book with 'Shadowhunter Codex' scribbled in swirly writing across the center. She winced at the memories that came with the book and flipped to the index page. "Let me tell you the story of Jonathon Shadowhunter, the first mundane with angel-blood." She began to read the book aloud, whispering tales into the night as the sky became darker and the moon reached the center of the sky behind dark clouds.
It had been two weeks since Logan had appeared in her life and Amberly was almost sure he was a figment of a daydream, he hadn't come to the café and it seemed he never existed. She hated that she was counting the days since he had walked through the door, it seemed so desperate. Today it was cloudy with hints of sunshine outside, pedestrians littered the sidewalk moving at a slow pace with the threat of rain dwindled.
"Wouldn't it be nice to be outside, like in central park." Jessie appeared at the register, her silver tray flat against the inside of her arm. Amberly nodded her agreement, what she would give if it meant to be in central park, sketching until her fingers were dark with charcoal. "You're lucky, you have the early shift." Amberly didn't say what she wanted to say, that Roderick would never let her go the opposite direction to central park if it meant having his precious money away from him a second longer.
"I wouldn't say lucky." Amberly muttered to herself. At least, she could drop off the money and take Crystal out of that terrible apartment. Her shift ended at three, so it would give them plenty of time to go to the library and get some books while returning some along with heading to Central Park. That was the only reason she ever took early shifts much to Roderick's protest.
The person in front of her gave a noise of annoyance and she turned back to the woman standing in her business suit, taking her order and handing her the latte moments later along with a cheese croissant. "You've been distracted lately." An unfamiliar voice said and Amberly snapped to attention, only to reason that the person wasn't talking to her. Rather the four teenagers that fell through the door, cloaked in all black.
The speaker was a guy that looked a year older than her, with curly light brown hair and blue-green colored eyes. His hair fell around his head messily and his eyes scanned the small café, settling in a booth at the front with a woman surrounded by two men. "Seems you were right." The girl next to him spoke, her coloring the same as his but her hair fell around her head in waves, reaching just beneath her shoulders.
"Not here Gabriel." Logan interjected, "There are too many mundanes around." Amberly almost felt embarrassed at overhearing a conversation but the four people paid her little mind. So, he has read the Shadowhunter Codex? The book had been given to her at the orphanage and she had been so interested in it that she couldn't get herself to get rid of it, it kind of gave her hope. Either way the oddity of them all being here and talking like that made her curious.
"Well, when? They obviously know we can't do anything here." The girl with red hair spoke up, her hair looked like flickering flames, flashes of golden strands shimmering throughout. Her skin was golden with a layer of freckles across her nose and golden eyes sparkled in the light.
Logan finally turned to her, "Amberly, it's good to see you." He greeted her with a casual wave, walking to the counter. Amberly fought to keep her gaze on them, feeling the gazes of his friends burn holes into her face.
"I suppose you enjoy standing around in an entry way Logan." She shook her head at him playfully. Logan flashed her a charming smile and she internally glared at him, rolling her eyes. "What can I get for you and your friends?" Amberly asked. Logan froze though, and she tilted her head to the side curiously. He looked like a dear caught in headlights but just plastered a smile onto his face.
"I thought you all were wearing glamours." Logan hissed under his breath and had Amberly not been waiting for an answer she wouldn't have heard as his friends exchanged looks. "Can I have a coffee with one strawberry and one cheese croissant?" He asked, the fake smile once again in place. Amberly nodded, turning the machine on and grabbing the items from the bakery section with a napkin.
It took a few minutes for his coffee to finish and even then, it seemed dragged out because he didn't even bother to fill the air with meaningless chatter. Instead having a heated and whispered conversation with his friends. Amberly drummed her finger nails on the counter, filling a white mug with coffee, spooning three cubes of sugar and a spoon of milk into the coffee before stirring.
She handed the items to him, their fingertips touching as she handed them over and he paid for the food. "When do you get off?" He asked, and Amberly tried not to appear worried, answering him before he and his friends exited the place. She stared at the door for a minute, trailing after them with her eyes before sliding her gaze to Jessie who had appeared at the counter.
"I see the hunk has returned for you." Jessie said teasingly, handing her the note as Amberly grabbed two donuts and placed them on a plate for the chef to place scrambled eggs on. Amberly rolled her eyes in response to her best friend, handing her the food.
"The people he came in with were kind of odd though." Amberly said, tapping her finger to her chin thoughtfully as Jessie drifted to another table before returning, worry flashing behind her eyes. "What? What's wrong Jess?" She asked.
"Are you ok?" Jessie asked, her green eyes shimmering with worry. Amberly gave her a curious look, nodding. "Amberly, Logan was the only one who came in, I have no idea who you're talking about." Jessie said slowly, as if she was talking to a child. Amberly bit back her annoyance at being talk to like a child but then understood what Jessie said and her jaw went slack, that was why Logan gave her a weird look, there was no one there.
"Yeah, I'm fine, must have been a figment of my imagination." Amberly tried to convince herself and Jessie laughed slightly, rolling her eyes. Jessie was right, there was no one there and she found herself locking eyes with a woman sitting in the front booth with two men sitting across from her. The woman's lip stretched into a bloody smile and for a minute her teeth looked sharp before they were regular teeth and the woman was smugly smirking at her.
Until three Amberly tried to convince herself that what she had seen was a figment of her imagination but even as her shift ended she couldn't stop the paranoia creeping along her skin. She traded her apron in for her favorite green sweater and stepped outside into the afternoon light, immediately falling into the thrumming crowd. Amberly couldn't turn around with the people shoving her forward but she could feel the eyes following her as she left.
The crowd pulsed until she turned on a less crowded street, a run-down street that was only a few blocks from her apartment complex. She walked down the sidewalk for a minute, slipping in between people before she felt a hand grab her elbow and pull her roughly into an alley. Amberly tried to scream but nobody paid her any mind as she was dragged in between the two buildings.
The woman from the two tables was standing in front of her and the men were holding her against the wall. The woman smirked smugly at her, her eyes the color of the ocean when the light was shining on it. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The woman hummed as the men on both of her sides chuckled, their eyes glazed over. "A mundane with the sight, such a beautiful thing."
"What are you talking about?" Amberly hissed out, this sounded like something from the Shadowhunter Codex, but that wasn't real, it was just a book of stories. Her locket burned into her skin, the silver almost burning her flesh. All the stories are true. "Let go of me." She struggled against the two men holding her as one let go but the other grabbed that arm roughly and shoved it behind her back like she was handcuffed in his grip.
The woman smiled, her bloody lipstick looking crimson against her pale skin. "There's no point in struggling." She dragged a nail down Amberly's face, cutting into her cheek. Amberly hissed in pain, trying to cover her cheek and fight against the man holding her back. The woman smirked at her, grabbing the man and stabbing her nails through his heart, he slumped to the ground, crimson liquid pooling around his head.
Amberly tried to scream but the man holding her placed a hand over her mouth, she bit his hand in response. He released a yell of pain, but nobody seemed to care, nobody was concerned for the disgruntled sounds coming from the alley. It was like nobody was listening, she started to feel fuzzy, taking the man's moment of pain to escape. Amberly dragged herself to the front of the alley and was almost in the clear before a hand dragged her back.
The woman griped her arm harshly, long nails piercing her skin. The other man was dead, fallen with crimson liquid leaking out of the wound in his chest. "Try to escape little Amberly." The woman hissed into her ear, and Amberly winced as the woman dragged a cut down her arm, throwing her against the wall. Amberly hit her head, the edge of her vision fuzzy as she dropped to the ground.
"Let her go demon." A voice hissed, familiar but unfamiliar as Amberly fell to her knees. There was the sound of hissed words and metal clanging against the ground, as a girl with long brown hair grabbed Amberly. She tried to whisper soothing words but all Amberly could feel was pain and fire raging inside of her heart, she raised the opposite hand to her arm, hissing. Her cheek and arm burned with the fire growing inside her veins.
"By the angel." The girl said, "This isn't possible." She continued to mutter, before turning her head to whatever was happening that Amberly couldn't see. "Logan. Gabe. Selene. Get over here now!" She could hear her yelling but Amberly was already slipping down a slippery slope, the colors she could see were blurred together. Her skin burned even more, and fire roared in her ears as she screamed in pain, everything was burning and the words they whispered were lost in the flames.
I know, I'm rewriting Gold and Silver, but with the old plot, there was no way I could picture her actually agreeing to see them or actually have anything to do with them without the story being like this. I actually want to apologize for not continuing it the way it was, I know some of you liked it the way it was. I also want to apologize for the lack of an update on a lot of my stories, it's summer break and I have plenty of time to write, I have no excuse for this. I also would like to address another story, Rivals, I'm sorry for spoiling the ending to Shadowhunters: The Mortal Instruments season 3b, I'm really sorry for doing that, i guess I wanted to ramble some excuse and overall I'm very sorry.