A/N: I own my plot, my OCs (Jackson, Charlotte, Drew, Alcott and Nina) any familiar people and places belong to Cassandra Clare .
The Mirror
Lake Lyn or less commonly known as the Mortal Mirror is one of the Mortal Instruments. Unlike the Sword or the Cup, Lake Lyn is quite dangerous to Shadow Hunters. If ingested, the waters of the lake are deadly. Fortunately the lake is only in Idris, or is it? The Shadow Hunter Institute of London has a secret. Stored in it's alcoves is a sample of Lake Lyn. It has been protected for ages – until now. Richard Arlington – the guardian of the vial has been murdered and the flask stolen. If the flask falls into the wrong hands – it could mean the end of all Shadow Hunters. Fortunately three Shadow Hunters have taken it upon themselves to get the flask back and save our world. The only question is – can they do it?
The lights were flashing and the music was blearing in the Ministry of Sound. The Seventeen-year-old boy dodged through the crowd to lean against the bar. He showed two fingers to the bar tender then turned to the girl on his right.
"Nice night?" He asked the girl, his American accent was out of place in the London night club. She gave him a small smile as turned her head to the right. Her dark blonde hair pooled over her right shoulder as she spoke,
"Are you trying to pick me up?" She asked with a laugh. Her accent was also American – the same as the boys. He laughed as shook his equally blonde hair.
"That would be weird, don't you think Charlie," he teased, "I am your brother." Charlotte "Charlie" Truesdale laughed,
"It would be weird Jackson," she let her dark blue eyes roam the dance floor in search of something.
"Any sign?"
"None yet, Drew's outside but he hasn't seen anything. " Charlotte narrowed her eyes as she took the drink Jackson handed her. "They usually keep their word… I know he's Downworlders, but he said he would come." As if on cue the small device in Jackson's ear crackled, the British voice of Drew Branwell came over the speaker,
"He's here… "
"Let's go," Charlotte said as she placed the drink down on the counter. She and Jackson climbed to the third level of the club and entered a deserted clubroom. A few minutes later the door opened and the siblings turned around, A red-headed vampire entered the room and smiled, fangs bearing,
"Jackson and Charlotte Truesdale?" The vampire asked.
"Alcott?" Jackson asked.
"That would be me, it's a pleasure to finally meet you two."
"I wish we could say the same… but we can't," Jackson countered as he stepped forward, "Where is the vial?" He snapped. Charlotte walked up to Jackson and pulled out her seraph blade.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Alcott responded narrowing his eyes, "And I suggest you put that away," he said as he nodded in Charlotte's direction, "Be careful, you don't want to do something you might regret."
"I think it's you who should be careful," Charlotte said, "We know you and your clan took the vial, we just want it back."
"I didn't take your vial," Alcott said with a growl, "You Shadow Hunter's are too impulsive, you don't have the right culprit."
"Don't lie to us!" Jackson roared, "We know it was you. It had to be you! The guard was attacked by a Vampire!" Alcott shook his head and laughed,
"Seriously? You stupid, stupid children – there are other things in this world that can drain a body." Charlotte and Jackson shared a quick look. They hadn't really thought of that.
In fact they didn't really think at all. Once they heard that the vial was stolen, they reacted. They made a deal with the leader of the Vampire's in London. In all honesty they had no right to do that, they shouldn't have left the institute, but they did.
"Do you have the vial!" Charlotte yelled as she raised her blade.
"No, I do not," Alcott repeated, "Although since you need it so much, maybe I'll go looking for it."
"You can't do that!" Jackson yelled, "The vial is the property of the Nephilim!"
"It's already been stolen… so I think it's whoever finds it first… what's in the vial."
"You shouldn't worry about that," Charlotte started,
"You won't find out," Jackson finished as he raised his blade. Just as he was about to attack Alcott the door flung open and Jackson was flung backwards.
"Stop!" Drew yelled from the doorway, his brown hair was in disarray and he was breathing heavily. "You can't kill him Jack! You'll start a war." Alcott nodded in agreement,
"Your friend is right. Watch yourself Shadow Hunter," Alcott gave a quick look around and shook his head in amusement, "I'll be taking my leave now. I'm sure I'll see you all again quite soon. Enjoy the rest of your night!" Alcott walked passed Drew and out the door. Drew watched as Jackson stood up and brushed himself off.
"We need another lead," he stated plainly.
"Maybe we should stop…" Drew suggested, "I heard what Alcott said, it may not have been vampires."
"Maybe," Charlotte agreed, she turned back to her brother, "Jack we need to get back to the institute… I bet Nina's noticed." Jackson sighed,
"You're right, we've been gone since six. It doesn't take that long to get more milk."
"We could always say we got lost," Drew suggested with a sly grin. Jackson and Charlotte laughed,
"Drew," Jackson started, "We've been in London half our lives now. That excuse doesn't fly anymore." The trio laughed and made their way back to the institute. Drew met Jackson and Charlotte about ten years ago. You see Drew had lived in the London Institute his whole life, his mother Nina Branwell currently ran the Institute with an iron fist. When Drew was seven, Wayne Truesdale had dropped off his twin children at the London Institute. The Truesdale's lived in America, but Wayne had sent his children to London because of his old friendship with Nina. Drew would never forget the dark blonde twins who helped themselves to his toys. Well technically Charlotte asked first, but she didn't wait for an answer. Ever since that day the trio had been inseparable.
About thirty minutes later the trio ended up outside of the old "abandoned" church that was the London Institute.
"I suppose we should have gotten milk," Charlotte quipped. Jackson wrapped an arm around his sister and pulled her close,
"I'm sure you can talk us out of trouble."
"I don't know," Drew admitted, "We sneak out during lockdown."
"Well maybe we shouldn't be punished for that – that takes skill," Charlotte joked.
"We'll go with that approach," Jackson insisted as he nodded in agreement with Charlotte's sentiment.
A/N: Well that's the "Intro Chapter" to give you all a quick introduction to the story. What I am going to do is have a SYOC for supporting roles in the story. The form is on my profile: Have fun!
Also here's further information on my OCs – for reference
Jackson "Jack" Truesdale – 17 - Shadow Hunter
Jackson will probably be the most impulsive man you will ever meet. Once he gets an idea, he goes for it. He has a bit of a fiery temper, but for the most part he's quite good-natured. He can seem overbearing at times, but he doesn't mean to be so self- focused. Jackson can make friends with almost anyone – as long as you meet two requirements. You have to be a shadow hunter and you have to respect loyalty. In his spare time, Jackson likes to hang with his twin Char – or Charlie as he calls her – goof off with Drew or spar with whoever's available.
Charlotte "Charlie" Truesdale – 17 – Shadow Hunter
Unlike her twin brother – Charlotte is not nearly as impulsive. She's also not as much of a loud mouth. She shares the same fiery temper as her brother and can be a bit overbearing – but she tries hard not to be. Unlike Jackson, Charlotte is much harder to befriend. She can come off as snobbish, but that's only because she trusts very few people. She knows the truth is a rare occurrence and that has affected her personality a bit. Ironically Charlotte is known around the Institute for her silver tongue. In her free time, Charlotte likes to hang around with Jackson or Drew, spar or go shopping.
Drew Branwell – 17 – Shadow Hunter
Drew's mom Nina runs the institute; because of this Drew is a bit of a perfectionist. He wants to live up to his mom's expectations and will do anything to do it. Between himself, Charlotte and Jackson, Drew is the voice of reason. He prefers to take in the full picture before diving head first into a situation. In fact he prefers to view all situations from the outside. If you were at a party with him, Drew would be the kid in the corner watching everybody like a hawk. His morals are much more defined than the other two and it truly does bother him when he strays. Drew has a tendency to see the world as black or white – right or wrong. It's hard to change his opinions but if you present a well-researched argument, he'll give in. Drew loves reading just as much as he loves sparring. So during his free time he will either be training or locked away in his room or the library.