Dinner was uneventful, minus Clary discussing her plan with us. We weren't supposed to talk about them out loud, and when we did we had to make certain there was nothing around. It has no point, really. Sebastian's probably creeping on all of us anyway.
I was completely exhausted after eating, dragging my feet as I shuffled down the hall. I grabbed my doorknob, yawning, and closed it softly behind me. I unstrapped all my weapons, letting them clang to the floor. The seraph blades on my back were as cold as ice, and when I took them up, the normally white, clear blade was cloudy and dark.
"Interesting..." I mumbled, falling onto my bed, not even bothering to take off my black boots or my black clothes. My sweater was torn and smelled of burnt oil. I wrinkled my nose.
"I need to take a shower." I grumbled into my pillow. I slapped my hand on my dresser and pulled myself up on my feet. I placed my hand on my wall.
"Sed lex, dura lex." I yawned, and the door to my secret patio opened. I closed it behind me, and called the ocean to me. I let the salt scrub me free of the dirt and grease on my skin and my clothes. I pushed the water away, leaving my clothes dry and crisp, but my hair wet. I pulled it into a messy ponytail, and trudged back into my cabin. I stripped off my sweater and tugged on a tight black tee with a scoop neck. My dark skinny jeans had a gash in the knee. I shrugged. It kinda looked cool. I kicked off my now shiny black boots, and threw myself back onto my bed. I pulled my blankets over my head and tried to sleep.
I had about five minutes of rest before I began to dream. I saw Calypso chained to a large piece of broken rock. Her wrists and ankles were swollen and infected, and her normally pale and beautiful face and arms were marred with scratches and scars. Her brown eyes were exhausted and bruised. I wanted to reach out to her and help her, but my hands wouldn't move.
"Well, still won't talk?" My head snapped around. I knew that voice. Calypso looked up, weary and tired.
"I won't tell you anything. Kill me if you want, I have nothing to live for." She sighed, but her eyes were burning with malice. A shadow, which was originally hovering in the doorway moved forward, exposing "Sebastian" Johnathan Christopher Morgenstern. For someone who tried to kill me multiple times and threatened my friends' lives, he wasn't someone you'd suspect immediately. He had us all fooled when we were all in Idris, where he posed as Sebastian Verlac, a cousin to Isabelle and Alec. He inherited incredible charismatic skills from his father, Valentine, and feigns emotion, humor, love and calmness. He isn't bad looking, either, which is unfortunate at some times.
It was a mutual decision to continue calling him Sebastian, due to Clary not wanting to connect to her brother. She refused to call him Johnathan, though both her mother, Jocelyn, and her father, Valentine, called him by his birth name. Jocelyn couldn't bear to live near her son, knowing she would endanger Clary and possibly her own life, due to the poisonous injections of demon blood Valentine often fed to her while she was pregnant with Sebastian. The demon blood resulted in an offspring unlike any other, half angel, half demon.
I turned towards him, watching his well built frame move towards Calypso. My fists balled together. I was going to kill him slowly and painfully when I got the chance.
"Killing you won't help. After all, I know you're tied to that half-breed Nephilim girl. You'll just keep on going, won't you?" Sebastian taunted, tapping a dagger on her chest. She spat in his face. He wiped it off with slender fingers. His black eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her jaw, forcing her chin up.
"Do that again, and I make sure that I actually kill Echo next time." He hissed. Calypso glared at him.
"And if you try to hurt her again, I will kill you myself." She warned. I was clenching my fists so hard my nails bit into my skin. Even in a dream, it still hurt. Sebastian backed up, his short, straight silver hair catching the light. He leveled a finger at her, cheekbones sharpening as a wry smile twisted over his pale mouth.
"Stab her in the heart and see how that bodes over." With that, he backed out the door, turning as he exited. His guard pulled a rusty dagger out of his boot, smiling maliciously. I growled and lunged for him, but I went right through. I hate dreaming. I pushed myself up on my hands, only to see him raise it over Calypso's chest, and plunge it in. The dream shattered, and I woke up, gagging on blood. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart and my breaths were coming slower and slower. My body began to grow cold, and I lost control over my legs and arms as they grew stiff. I closed my eyes, trying to push healing energy through my weakening body, but it only sapped more life from me.
I felt blood bubbling up in my lungs every time I took a breath, coughing and spitting it everywhere. My stomach burned, my once healed wound reopened. I tried to relax, to let my body heal itself using my magic, but I was already tired from healing Clary and Hazel. I slumped into my pillows, blood dripping out of my mouth, landing on the floor in a disturbingly soothing splashing noise. I opened my eyes, watching the blood stain my bed sheets through blurry vision. The room began to fade, and I was seeing less and less color. My head slumped to the side. I tried to take a breath, but my lungs were filled with blood. I snorted, weakly, my energy gone.
Come on, come on, it'll heal, Calypso needs energy, then I'll be okay. I tried to reassure myself, but I felt nothing. I had no magic left to save myself. Maybe it was fate, calling me home. Then, my head began to pound, and my feet began to tingle.
My heart started to beat normally again, and I could feel myself relax as I gained feeling back in my body. Once I thought I was strong enough, I swung my legs over to the side of the bed. I stood up, but ended up falling on my butt.
"Not today." I mumbled, grabbing my dresser and hauling myself back up onto my feet. I leaned heavily on the surface, my vision fading in and out as my head cleared. I fumbled for a knife, anger beginning to surge through me. How dare Sebastian stab Calypso, how DARE he try and kill me. My hand curled around the blade of my favorite throwing knife, cutting the sensitive flesh on my fingers.
"I swear I will kill you the moment I see you, Morgenstern." I growled, and flung the dagger into my wall, cracking the window next to the place where the knife tip was imbedded. I stalked out of my room, storming towards Clary's bedroom. I pounded on her door, until she opened it, bleary eyed.
"What?" She yawned. I slid in and slammed the door shut.
"Your brother just tried to kill me." I said bluntly. She stared at me, her pale green eyes clouded.
"What?" She slurred. I grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Sebastian just tried to kill me in my sleep." I spat each word out like poison. Her face went slack, then she started hurrying around the room, gathering up random objects.
"We have to tell everyone." She blew all around her room, her loose white shirt flying everywhere. She stopped mid turn and spun to face me.
"You're okay now, right?" She asked quickly. I pulled my tight black t-shirt up, exposing the reopened stomach wound, then tugged the neck line down to show her where the red, irritated stab wound was.
"That looks nasty." She commented, throwing me a stele.
"Thanks." I flipped my wrist over and drew an izrate on my arm. They helped me near to none, surprisingly, but I assumed the wounds inflicted on me were of magic and were not able to heal easily. Still, the strain under my green eyes disappeared, and the scabs and scrapes surrounding the initial stabs were fading.
"Wow, I look terrifying." Clary was pulling her frizzy red hair back into a ponytail.
"Here, I can help with that." I reached over and tugged the elastic out of her hair and snapped it on my wrist. Then, I summoned some sea water through the porthole and scrubbed it through her hair, twisting it out neatly and leaving the red curls smooth and bouncy.
"So that's why your black, curly hair always looks so fabulous." She grinned at me, tossing her shiny curls over her shoulder. Despite the situation, I smiled.
"We need to wake everyone up." I said, reaching for her door.
"I'll do that, you go ahead and start cooking up some food." Clary shoved her papers in a bag and slung it over her shoulder, walking out in front of me. I shrugged and headed for the kitchen, sliding into the doorway and immediately crashed into someone. I stumbled back, rubbing my stomach where I had been hit.
"Thanks for spilling water all over me." Magnus looked at his shirt mournfully.
"You're alive." I observed. He cat eyes flicked up to meet mine.
"Of course I am." He patted my back, walking past me.
"Get back here." I demanded. He spun on his heel, eyes glowing in the dim hallway. "We're having a meeting." I told him, pointing towards the mess hall.
"About?" He prompted.
"My near death experience." I smiled, and stepped backwards into the kitchen, grabbing the door frame and pulling myself in.
"So do you want help?" Magnus asked, his voice echoing in the empty room.
"Just put some dishes out on the table for me, would you?" I hollered.
I started grabbing ingredients for pancakes, humming to myself. I snagged a knife off the rack, cutting up an apple as a snack for myself when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I spun around quickly, leveling the knife at my attacker's throat.
"That wasn't the kind of greeting I was expecting from you." Sebastian crossed his arms, black eyes boring into me.
I stood there, backed up against the kitchen counter, staring at Sebastian, completely dumbfounded.
"What the HELL? How did you get here?" I whispered, my eyes not believing what they saw.
Sebastian spread his hands, long fingers curling out. "I'm not really here, I'm just a projection, if you will."
"What do you want?" I growled, pressing my body against the cold countertop.
"I think you know, honey." He looked at me through sharp black eyes burning with mad amusement. "Or did my message not get through to you yet?"
I glared at him, my grip on the knife tightening. "You...YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! How DARE you stab Calypso like you did! You just wanted to get to me, didn't you? You wanted my power!" I yelled, throwing the knife at his heart. It soared right through him, his image flickering slightly as it ripped through the air, embedding itself in the wall behind him.
"Sweetheart, that won't work." He smiled, his silver hair glinting as the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows.
"Get. OUT." I jabbed a finger at him, my green eyes flashing. "Keep this in mind, JOHNATHAN. I'm not afraid of you, and the minute I see you, I will hunt you down and I will kill you in the worst way I can think of." I hissed, stepping forward to enunciate my point. He raised his hands in defeat, turning around to walk away. Just as his slender frame passed the doorway, he paused, looking back at me.
"Your boyfriend's dead. I thought you should know." He licked his bottom lip, laughing slightly before his image faded away.
I stood in the kitchen, shaking, before running out the door and towards Leo's room. I slammed into his door, tripping into his bedroom. Leo was curled up in a ball, shirtless, displaying the scars that ran across his chest and arms from working with fire and equipment. His blankets were strewn everywhere. He was breathing softly, and I laid a hand gently on his side to make sure his heart was beating. It was, steady and strong.
I backed away, and picked up and blanket, throwing it over his lanky body. I crossed my arms, shaking my head and leaving, closing the door softly behind me. Sebastian had gone and tricked me again. I rounded the corner and saw pale light filter in through the portholes along the sides of the ship.
"Good morning." Piper came up behind me, touching my shoulder briefly.
"Hey. How's Hazel, by the way?" I asked, walking towards the kitchen. Piper shrugged.
"She's out of commission for now. She's weak, but aware and awake." She answered, opening the door for me. Her baggy sweats were dragging along the floor as she walked, the ends fraying and picking up dirt. I wanted a pair, but black skinny jeans were more my thing.
"So what should we make for breakfast?" She asked, pulling pans out of the cupboards.
"I have pancake batter made, so we can use that." I tried to forget my encounter, pushing Sebastian to the back of my mind.
"Um...Why is there a knife stuck in the wall over here?" Piper asked, tugging on it. No such luck, I guess.
"Oh. Um. I, ah..." I stuttered, slopping batter everywhere as I tried to think up an excuse. Piper strolled up to me, slapping the knife in her hand.
"Does this have to do with the reason why you called the meeting?" She asked quietly. I nodded.
"Sebastian tried to kill me and Calypso last night." I murmured, flipping a pancake. Piper gasped, throwing some bacon into a frying pan.
"That's a good reason to call a meeting." She said, poking the meat with a fork.
"I only hope we have enough time to get to Sebastian before he tries to pull this stunt again." I said grimly.
"We will." Piper flipped the bacon over, the sizzling grease sending a wonderful aroma into the air, making my stomach rumble. I was finally beginning to relax, when I heard a crash come from down the hall. I turned to Piper, wide eyed, and we both went running out the door.
