Hi guys. Here's the second chapter. Thanks to those who reviewed my story. Btw I hope you don't mind me using the name Will Lightwood. I love Will Herondale from the Infernal Devices and I think his name suits the character in this story ( OMG I'm a Lightworm! ) . Hope you enjoy it! Here's chapter 2.
Chapter 2
We sat are the bar, scanning for any signs of the rogue vampire. We knew his description as told by the clan Representative, who had came by earlier to inform us. He was roughly round our age, or at least the age when he had been Turned. We sat there, waiting for him to arrive. As we waited, we tried to look casual. I wore long sleeves and long pants, covering my Marks. Will was on his third drink and he still looked unfazed. "You want another drink?" he grinned a loop-sided grin and I frowned. "You better not get drunk on this," I said and he suddenly went all serious. "There he is," he said and he jerked his head towards the target. The target was dancing with a mundane girl, who looked like she wanted to drag him off to a room. He whispered into her ear and she giggled as he took her by the arm and dragged her to the upstairs rooms.
We quickly followed them and waited in the corridor as they went inside a room, the door slamming shut behind them. We heard some noises and laughs from inside. "Damn that mundane. Doesn't know what she's getting herself into," Will said just as a scream came from inside. We quickly ran to the door and Will slammed it down, rubbing his shoulder as we ran inside. The girl was on the bed, the boy on top of her, his fangs bared. She was whimpering as he came closer to her neck. He turned his head around and snarled, "Shadowhunters." I threw a dagger at him but it missed, sticking into the wall. He snarled and dashed to the window and jumped into the alley below.
I swore and jumped out after him, landing on top of a dumpster. I saw his shape darting into the shadows and I pursued him, running deeper into the alley until finally I came out into a street. I quickly drew on a glamour rune and ran, searching for him. I saw him dart into a abandoned building and I gave chase, trying not to puzzle mundanes by bumping into them. I could here my veins humming with blood, the excitement of battle. But also of fear. I headed into the building and brought out my witchlight rune stone. The darkness was eerie and I shuddered.
Suddenly, a hand was on my shoulder and I whipped around and grabbed him around the neck. There was a familiar yell and I released Will, who glared at me. "Next time, try to keep up," I said and he frowned. "Well, I needed to make sure that mundane was safe," he said and he brought out his own witchlight. We scanned the building, our footsteps echoing throughout the building. "Raphael," I whispered and my seraph blade came to life, lighting up the gloom a little more. A hiss came and the vampire threw himself at me, knocking me to the ground.
Will shouted my name and came towards me but the vampire knocked him off his feet. He crashed into a wall and stayed there, blood trickling from his head. "Will!" I yelled and the vampire smiled. "Hush. I wouldn't want him to disturb us," he said. He had ginger hair and some freckles on his face. He wasn't really bad looking except he looked like he wanted to eat me. "So you're the one who is half-Shadowhunter and half-werewolf. My kind hate the werewolves but I hate half-breeds even more," he snarled and his fangs snapped out. I swung by seraph blade and the blade connected with his fangs. He cried out in pain as his razor sharp tips fell to the floor. He swore and attacked, clawing at me.
I swung my blade, blinded by the darkness and only my seraph blade giving me light. We fought, a dance of metals and claws. I blocked his blows but he was fast and strong. He laughed as he swiped me from under, my legs buckling under me. He pinned me to the ground, his arms fixing an iron grip on me. "Look at you. Infernal blood runs in your veins as well as angelic blood. You don't belong to them," he said as he pinned me down. "I am a Shadowhunter and I will always be one," I said and he smiled. "You think so? Look at the way they treat our kind. A little mistake and we're executed like the way mundanes exterminate roaches. Don't tell me they treat you like they treat one of their own?" he said.
"Your eyes are the prove of your infernal blood. You may have powers that the Shadowhunters are afraid of. You're unpredictable. A freak of nature," he spat and I struggled, trying to break free. I kicked out and my leg connected with his. He cried out and held onto his leg as I snatched up my seraph blade and slammed him into the wall, blade at his throat. He merely laughed. "Go on, little Nephilim. Do you have the guts to take me out?" he taunted. I felt my blade shaking as I relaxed slightly. "We'll see," I said and I slit his throat. He gurgled blood and collapsed to the floor, twitching. "You will never be one of the Children of the Angel," he gurgled and I drove my blade into his chest.
He exploded into a shower of dust and I looked at my blade, red with blood. I wanted to cast it aside. "Diana, are you okay?" Will asked as he came towards me. He was holding his head. We quickly walked out and I applied an iratze on his head. He winced as the effect of the rune took hold. "Thanks," he said as we started to walk back to the Institute. The air was brisk that night and I shuddered in my jacket. The vampire's words kept on echoing in my head. "You will never truly be one of the Children of the Angel," he had said.
"Diana?" Will asked, placing a hand around me. His touch ave me the warmth I needed. "I'm fine. Its just that, was it right to have killed him?" I asked. "He killed innocent people. He deserved that," Will said and I sighed. "I know. But don't you think they deserve to stand trial before being executed?" I asked. "He broke the Law. That's that," Will said and I decided to break off the conversation. The Institute soon loomed ahead of us and I placed my hand on the doors, which creaked open. We entered and took the elevator up to the Institute. We went to report to my father, who congratulated us on our success before dismissing us.
I retreated to my room and showered, wishing I could wash away all the blood from my hands. I changed into my pajamas and slid into my sheets, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrap around me. A knock came from the door and Will entered, dressed in sweatpants and a black shirt. He came over and laid down on the bed next to me. "You alright?" he asked and I nodded. Will had slept in my beds countless times when we were younger until we were about twelve. We would lie down, talking for hours on books and weapons until we finally fall asleep.
"Can you stay here with me tonight?" I asked and he smiled. "Sure," he said and he drew the blankets over us. We laid side by side, our fingers touching each others. "Goodnight, Diana," he said and he smiled, his eyes fluttering shut. Soon, he was fast asleep and I smiled, looking at how peaceful he was when asleep. I stroked his arm and turned to face the other side, closing my eyes and letting sleep take over me.
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