Here's another chapter. I probably won't be posting again until next week.
Cecily shivered as they picked up their pace in the gloomy alley. The cool evening breeze blew against them, fluttering her shawl.
She pulled it tighter around her, all the while feeling his gaze on her although they had since lapsed into silence.
Her mind flashed back to the moment where Gabriel had took her arm like it was the most natural thing to do. She felt her cheeks grow hot.
She knew that the shadowhunters were less traditional when it came to things, but she somehow felt that his touch was improper.
She berated herself for the fact that she had enjoyed the feeling of his callused hands against hers. He was surprisingly gentle.
"Are you cold?" He asked, glancing at her. Cecily gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to show any weakness.
"I'm fine," she replied stiffly, both her hands clasped together. They lapsed back into silence.
It was as close to peace as you could find here in London, with the occasional rat scurrying in the darker corners.
There was a sharp crack, followed by a high pitched squeal.
Cecily could hear a clank, much like metal being rammed into the stone pavement. Gabriel tensed beside her.
He flicked his wrists as two wicked looking daggers slid out of his arm sheaths, hidden under his finery.
There was a silvery pattern etched onto the blade in a twining arc, like two crossed arms.
He raised an arm for her stop where she was, before darting around the corner, towards the source of the sound. Cecily stared aghast as he disappeared into the shadowed world.
She was disgusted. He had heard something and took off like a shot, leaving her stranded- once again. Cecily realized it was a common trait in all males.
If he were afraid that she would hurt herself or something, he could have at least left her with a weapon. At least she came prepared.
Her father had handed her their family knife as she set off to search for Will.
"For your sake and mine." He said as she turned to leave the gates.
She slid the knife from its sheath. It looked like it was made of bronze, the dull brown-ish color shimmering in a translucent way.
It had the same symbols she had seen etched on Gabriel's blades on itself. After Ella had died and Will gone, she had secretly taught herself how to use the Angel's weapons.
She remembered how her mother had walked in on her and screamed when she saw her holding the same knife.
She had ordered Cecily never to enter her father's study again, nor to touch one of the blades ever again. But, battle lust had grown on her. It was in her blood.
Cecily was much more careful after that, only sneaking to train herself and familiarize herself with her father's past when she thought no one was looking.
She tried to teach herself how to fight, familiarizing herself with blocks and lunges that seemed to stick to her.
It had been going on like that for nearly a year now, and she was growing more and more confident.
Cecily remembered the day when she was out on the hills, trying to practice with her newest favorite- her father's seraph blade.
She loved how the handle fit perfectly in her grip, like it was made for her. Her father had ambushed her then, caught her red handed.
Instead of reprimanding her, he had smiled gently instead. And taught her how to use it. It was the best day of her childhood.
"Remember Cecily, you have to name the blade. Always, remember to name it. The angels will protect you." She knew what her father meant. The weapon powered with the angelic name would, not the real angels.
"Gabriel," she whispered lightly, feeling the tip of blade blazing in white luminous light.
She would remember this life for her father, she would do just that.
Ta-da! I don't mean it to be a really long and drag-ish story. So each chapter will be up to 500-700 words only. The plotline is rather simple actually.
And Gabriel is really a name for an angel. Just so you know.
Please tell me if I accidentally spell angel as 'angle'. I've seen many people doing that and it just puts me off.
Seriously its like 'half human and half angle'.
WOW, Shadowhunters are humans and partially mathematical instruments. The series should be called 'The Mathematical Instruments'.
Okay, I'm done ranting.
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