This is set roughly after City of Glass, but this is also a spin off from my other story 'The Morning Star' just so you know in my fan fiction Valentine is not killed by Raziel Please review, I'd really love to hear what you guys think of the story so far x
Anastasia had sat in this new alien apartment for weeks and weeks waiting for Johnathan to return. By now she was really getting desperate, even wishing her father would come barging through the invisible door. Any one. Anything. Just company. She had never felt so alone in her life. Ghosts of the last words she had exchanged with Johnathan had haunted her dreams, more like nightmares. Eventually as the days had gone on she began to hallucinate.
This was the reason that when her father started to yell at her she paid no attention, instead she carried on drawing the new portal rune she had been working on for the last few days, and hopefully this one could even travel you through time. It was only the slap around the face, which knocked her off the stool, that made her realise he was really there, as none of the hallucinations had ever touched her before.
"Are you deaf now? I said get up and help me!" Valentine's voice was a mixture of excitement and fury.
Quickly getting up to obey him they walked through the door, which had previously refused her desperate attempts to go through, and was confronted with two bodies lying on the ground. To her immense relief they were both breathing.
They all appeared to be in a forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. The trees were bare, could it really be autumn? It had been June when she entered the apartment.
The first body, which Valentine had begun dragging toward the apartment, none to gently, was a man. He was well built with dark brown hair, he looked to be around her father's age and was dressed like a mundane.
"I'm going to put it in the basement, it does not deserve to be near anyone else." Valentine's voice was filled with complete and utter loathing, he added softly "Move her gently, and put her in the spare bedroom."
Memories of what tended to happen in her father's basement made her shudder, and wonder if being alone was really worse than sharing a house, let alone blood, with this man.
Despite this Ana turned to the woman, looking over at her after he was out of sight. The women was about the same age as the other man. She was slender, but she was dressed in full shadowhunter gear. Her vibrant red hair looked even brighter next to the black of her clothes.
Once she had left the women in the spare bedroom as instructed Ana made her way back the living room. Her father was waiting for her there. He was stony faced as usual, but something about the way he stood was triumphant.
Without caring what reaction the question was going to provoke she asked plainly "Where is Johnathan?"
Valentine cocked an eyebrow at her tone, but did not berate her. Instead he turned toward the room which held the unconscious women and said unconcernedly over his shoulder "Dead."
Ana just had time to feel her knees buckle before the darkness overtook her senses.
A pain that had nothing to do with the fall was waiting for her when she woke up a few hours later. Wishing with all her heart that she would go numb, did not work. Praying that this was just a dream, did not work. Punching through the window, did not work. He was still gone. It did not matter at that moment that he had been a demon, that he had been untrustworthy, that he had had a quick temper even that he had been violent. The fact was that her brother was gone. The only person she had ever had or even loved, no matter how messed up they had both been emotionally, was gone.
Needing something, anything to distract herself from her own horror and grief, Ana got up and made her way toward the basement.
Once downstairs, she saw the man from earlier sitting in an iron cell. He looked up at her as she walked toward him. Shock made her stop, and she saw the same shock reflected in his eyes. Clear sky blue eyes. The exact same pair of eyes she looked at every time she looked in the mirror. Except these ones had a ring of silver surrounding the pupil. Werewolf.
"Lucian Graymark" her voice sounded distant as the name she had heard so many times before escaped her lips.
He blinked up at her before saying in wonderment "Who are you?"
A noise from upstairs, which sounded suspiciously like fighting, brought Ana back to her senses.
Taking one last long look at the only other family member she had ever seen she whispered "I'm so very sorry." Before turning and running back upstairs into the living room.
It wasn't a moment too soon as moments later Valentine came around the corner and went down to the basement, whistling a tune she was unfamiliar with. After a few minutes he came back out drenched in blood, too much blood for the person who had lost it to be alive.
Not wanting the be alone with her own vicious desperate thought Ana went to the bathroom, taking a long hard look at her hated refection before putting a stele to her palm and drawing the strongest sleeping rune she could create. She hit the floor almost instantly, but not before her brother face swam before her eyes one more time.
