And I Shall Burn
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Chapter 2:
Drip…Drip…Drip…Crackle…Crackle…Pop…Crackle…Drip…Lacey awoke to many sounds, and a warmth around her. Opening her eyes slowly, it took a moment for everything in the room to come into focus. She was looking at a ceiling of dark wood, and she could hear the sounds of a blazing fire somewhere in the corner of the room. She moved to scoot herself up and bit and then bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Memories flooded back into her mind as she remembered the earlier events. The little bit she'd managed to pull herself up allowed her to see the room. There was indeed a raging fire, and she was surrounded by warm pillows and thick blankets. Several bloody rags lay in a bowl beside her, and she noticed a woman with her back towards Lacey. The sound of water being rung out made her note the other sound she'd woken too. The woman turned around and Lacey gasped, Sophie. "Ahh Miss! Don't sit up your injuries are very bad!" Sophie cried out as she rushed to Lacey to gently press her back down into the bed. Lacey was dazed, her lips didn't work as she realized the room was just like that of her dream. Did that mean Charlotte and Henry existed as well? What about Tessa and Jessamine? She frowned, what about Lord Mikal and Magnus? Did they all exist? Thoughts flooded her mind as she stared up into Sophie's eyes. Sophie was speaking to her she realized and tuned in to listen, "I should go get Charlotte so she can talk to you…Are you thirsty?"
Lacey shook her head and smiled slightly as she felt her wings were no longer behind her, the pain from that at least was gone. Sophie had disappeared moments after she nodded her head and Lacey sighed. If her dream came true then she was going to be a very unhappy lady. She looked down at her attire. She was in a pink night dress, perhaps it was Sophie who changed her? She shivered at the thought of a male looking at her bare, mark covered body. The door opened and Lacey cast her eyes towards it. "Miss Lacey Greenwood?" asked the woman Lacey believed was Charlotte.
"Charlotte…" Lacey whispered. "How do you do…?" asked Lacey. Charlotte looked at Lacey in a surprised manner and then smiled. "I dreamt of you…of this place…of everyone. Henry…Will…Jem…Tessa, Sophie, and even Jessamine…I don't…I just don't understand…" she frowned and pressed herself back into the pillows as if they would swallow her and everything would disappear.
"Oh Miss Greenw-."
"Lacey…call me Lacey…" interrupted Lacey with a small sigh. Charlotte nodded and came over, she picked up a clean warm rag as she approached.
"Lacey…We all have many questions for you…Even Charles is confused…and he said he knew who you were already…" Charlotte spoke in a quiet voice as she reached over and lightly tugged the bad shoulder's sleeve down. She lightly pulled up a blood soaked rag and dabbed at the wound with the damp warm one. "Your wounds are so serious…We don't know how you survived…"
Lacey laughed, but then coughed harshly. "K-Gah! I'm not like you all…I'm stronger in the aspect of my body…I can take more damage then you…without needing a healing rune…You all are stronger in pure muscle, stealth, and vigor…" Lacey sighed, "I only have my healing, and my magic…" she looked down at the end of the bed. "In my dream…." She trailed off, her eyes felt heavy. "Uhm…Where was I? Oh…You called yourselves shadowhunters? And then there were downworlders…" Charlotte nodded in agreement. "Well you see I'm neither. I'm the result of a downworlder and an angel." Charlotte looked surprised and Lacey smiled. She winced as Charlotte pressed a little harder on her shoulder. "A creature of my kind is created every five hundred years I do believe…It is in your codex, but if my dream is correct…the page is missing…folded up and stuck between two other books somewhere in your library…."
Charlotte pulled the bloody rag away just as Charles came in the room. "Lacey!" he walked to the bed and grabbed her hand. "By God, I thought you weren't going to make it…thank the heavens!" He sat on the edge of the bed. Charlotte dipped the rag into the water to let it soak.
"Charles…I'm sorry to have worried you…" whispered Lacey, her eyes half open. "Is…Is it okay if I sleep?" asked Lacey with a smile. Charles nodded and lightly patted her hand. Charlotte grabbed a dry rag and pressed it to her shoulder before pulling the sleeve back over it. "G-night…" she trailed off as her head lolled to the side and her body was overcome with sleep.
"Charles…are you sure you knew nothing of her heritage? You thought she was human?" asked Charlotte, eyes wary.
"Yes, Charlotte. I am positive that every time I saw her she was the prime example of a mundane human…I swear it…she never appeared to be more…" Charles said, his brow creased with confusion and worry. "Will she be okay?"
"Yes, I believe so…She says her body can handle wounds such as this…And the bleeding has indeed slowed down…I even think that the skin on the other sides of the puncture wounds has remade itself…it's an incredible recovery…"Charlotte looked at Lacey in awe and wonder. "Now Charles we must go fetch her things…You said she called you and told you she was staying at an Inn down by the docks? Go ask them to send her things here…that way when she awakens again everything will be set…" Charles nodded and with one more glance at Lacey's sleeping figure he walked out of the room. The next person to walk into Lacey's room and speak to Charlotte was George. "George…What can I do for you?" asked Charlotte softly. George had hair the color of a raven, it fell to his shoulders and was pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. His skin was the color of dark sand, and his eyes were piercing green. He was a shadowhunter, he wasn't from London, but from Egypt. His English was perfect, and he only had a hint of an accent. He glanced down at Lacey's sleeping figure and smiled.
"I came to see the girl for myself Miss Charlotte. I, unlike you all, have read of beings such as her…and they were all beautiful and fearless creatures. They led shadowhunters into battle and didn't flinch with the sight of blood…However this girl…she looks as fragile as a field mouse…" George looked down fondly, "However her beauty does reflect the ancient telling…" George was nineteen, older then the other boys in the house. If what Charles told him was true, Lacey was close to turning eighteen. She was young, as was he.
"Well…I think she's stronger then we give her credit for…And her body…it's covered in these extravagant markings…It's remarkable…" murmured Charlotte. George stepped closer to Lacey and lightly lifting her hand. He turned it over and looked into the palm where he saw stigmata. "See…that's not even the most remarkable one, they cover her skin…It's amazing. Beautiful in it's own way…" Charlotte smiled and then stood up to leave. "Come along George...she must get her rest..."
George frowned,"I think I will stay for a little while, in case she awakens..." he suggested. Charlotte sighed and nodded before leaving the room. George pulled a chair up to the bed and watched Lacey while she slept, her chest rising and falling in a shakey manner. "So the closest thing to an Angel...or at least one freely moving on earth, is lying in the bed before me...How very interesting..." he murmured quietly to himself. He sat there for several hours, watching Lacey until she finally stirred. Her eyes fluttered a bit and she groaned. "Ahh, Good Evening..." greeted George with a friendly smile and curious glint to his eyes. Lacey turned slightly on her side and then glowered at the man before her.
"I know you!" Lacey cried out, her eyes wide with sudden terror. George looked confused. "Get away from me!" Lacey was throwing a fit, backing up quickly as she ignored the painful stabs into her stomach and shoulder. Finally she could back up no more and tumbled off the bed. "Oh Angels get him away! GET HIM AWAY!" Lacey cried out loudly. George stood, slowly approaching the cowering Lacey. Confusion covered his face.
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