Natalie POV
I woke up on a floor, a very cold floor. A man with snow white hair and eyes black pools of terror was standing over me. I instantly knew he had murdered many people. I tried move, but I was being restrained by two gigantic and terrifying creatures. They were swirling black mists of…well…blackness.
"Agramon. Do what you do best" he said. His voice was almost sounded like someone screeching their nails across a blackboard. But, it was silky smooth at the same time. He stepped to the side, revealing a form that was similar to my restraints, but larger and mistier. It started changing shapes to many things. It finally landed on something. It was me. But different somehow. I figured it out; it was me but… evil. The other me looked exactly like me. Brown eyes, blonde hair, but I also realized how beautiful she was. Her hair was wavy and not frizzy, her brown eyes twinkling and no pimple on my neck.
"I'm better than you and you know it" she said.
"Were the same person. Yeah, your hair isn't frizzy and the pimple on my neck is gone-wait, there it is" I lied. The other me instantly became self-conscious. I realized that my restraint things had let me go. I stood up and faced her.
"You can't be better than the real me. I'm not afraid of you or anything" I said. She smiled, and then changed again.
"You're not afraid of anything?" The white haired man asked. I realized he was standing very close. I took a step back and nodded.
"Well. Killing you will be harder than I thought" he said.
"Or just more bloody, but I like her father. She's feisty" a boy with black hair and black eyes like his father said. He was somewhat cute, except for his evil and terrifying eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere with either of you" I said. The man with white hair laughed.
"Don't worry Jonathan. She's just bait for the Shadowhunters. I don't think we've been properly introduced. My name is Valentine Morgenstein and this is my son, Jonathan" Valentine said. Jonathan grabbed my hand and kissed it, like you see in the movies. Once he released my hand, I wiped his spit off on my jeans.
"Well. She isn't very lady-like. But she is gorgeous" Jonathan said. I grew angry. I never let any boy anywhere near me, much less kiss my hand and call me gorgeous. I slapped Jonathan on the face.
"How dare you" I whispered to him, "Say something so revolting about me"
"You think that me calling you gorgeous is revolting? You've clearly never been loved" Jonathan said.
"Jonathan. Enough" Valentine said harshly to Jonathan. He fell silent but he still gave me an evil grin.
"Miss. All I need to know is your name" Valentine said. I had a feeling I shouldn't tell him my real name. I remember something my mother said. Names are power. If they know your real name, they will have power over you is what she told me the night she died.
"My name is Sophie" I lied. Valentine smiled.
"Well Sophie, do you mind telling me your last name as well?" He asked.
"My last name is Marquez. Sophie Marquez" I lied. I hoped that he believed me. Jonathan laughed and walked up to me. I tried to back away, but my back hit the door.
"Oh shit" I muttered. Jonathan was very close. I could feel his breath on my neck as I turned my head away from him.
"Don't resist. I know you can feel me" He whispered. I closed my eyes. I felt his hand push my hair behind my cheek. I had to fight with all my strength not to whimper or plead for him to stop.
"Don't worry Sophie, all you have to do is sleep" he whispered. For a moment, I felt the tug of exhaustion pull me down. Then I remembered my name isn't Sophie.
"You don't have any power over me. I can do what I want" I said, opening my eyes and looking at a shocked Jonathan.
"Father, she lied about her name" Jonathan said stupidly to Valentine. I rolled my eyes.
"Well duh! I'm not going to tell you anything" I spat. Then, quicker than anything I've ever seen, Jonathan was close to me and grabbed my neck. He squeezed.
"I'll kill you if you don't tell me" He threatened.
"I don't really have much to live for" I choked. Jonathan made a sound that was sort of like a growl and then let go of me. I gasped for air.
"You really need to work on your anger issues dude" I said. Jonathan glared at me.
"Oh boy" I muttered right before he knocked me out.