Senia's P.O.V
Light leaked through her eyelids as Senia groaned. Her whole body ached but nothing seemed to be broken. She slowly wiggled her fingers and toes, silently thanking the Angel that they where all still there.
Senia slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light, then slowly sat up. Like she concluded, nothing broken just dull aches and pains that throbbed. She lifted up her arms, ignoring her shoulder's screams of protest, and traced the fading healing rune that was drawn into the back of her hand. There was about three on each arm, most likely the reason she wasn't laying in a bag waiting to get cremated so her ashes could get spread along the outer walls of The Glass City. Never at rest; always there to protect.
Glancing over to her right she saw Kierstyn there, laying on the bed with her eyes closed and a bandage wrapped around her head but Senia could tell that Kierstyn didn't need it anymore and that the rusty blood spot was at least a few days old. Wait, a few days old?
Senia eased out of bed and stood there for a minute as a wave of fatigue washed over her. When it pasted she hobbled out to the hallway and towards the library being careful not to put to much presser on her left knee which shot dizzying pain up her leg and through out her body.
She reached the library doors and pushed them open with a grunt of effort.
"Look who's up." A hand clamped around her shoulder, "how are you feeling?"
"Fine," Senia mumbled and shook the large hand off her shoulder. Magnus's tisked and shook his glittery head.
"Is that anyway to treat the man who saved yours and your friend life? I think not."
Senia snorted, "last timed I check, you weren't a man." She rolled her eyes at herself, Kierstyn must be rubbing off on her. "I mean thanks for saving our lives, but you didn't have to we were fine."
"Fine?" Alec came around the table and nearly tripped over a pile of books that where strewn all over the ground. "We found you two drowning in your own puddle of blood and you say you where just fine?"
"Whatever," Senia sighed then stopped, maybe she shouldn't be hanging around Kierstyn so much. "Thanks for finding us, even though we where on your doorstep, and healing us. I fell better now." She smiled at Alec, who's posture loosed a bit and Magnus, who just smiled back at her.
"Will you three stop yapping and get you butts over here to help?" Isabelle snapped from the table.
"What are you guys researching?" Senia wobbled her way over and peeked at the book Clary was holding.
"What attacked you and Kierstyn and why," Clary said
"But it would help if we knew what they looked like," Isabelle suggested.
Senia stopped and started to think. Did she get a good look at the automatons? "Well they kind of looked human but they where like robots," Senia sighed in frustration. "They each had a different body built, like some where female and some where suppose to be male. They where super hard to kill or destroy or whatnot. When I found Kierstyn she wasn't using a runed blade."
"No markings at all?" Magnus pondered.
"None, there where no runes or angelic carvings on the blade she was using but I don't really know why she was using it instead of a Seraph blade, I'll talk to her when she wakes up."
"Any ideas?" Alec asked. Magnus looked like he was about to say something, he opened his mouth then thought better of it and closed it with a snap.
"I'll take that as a no, well I'm stumped. I think I've studied every up to date book about Demons but I've never heard of this kind." Alec shrugged.
There it was again, the date 1870. It popped into her mind and stayed there. It felt like something was trying to get in, like something was knocking at the door in her head. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.
"Where are your guys records?" Senia asked, rubbing her temples.
"Over there," Clary pointed towards a large oak brown shelf with maybe about a thousand records on it. The shelf was huge, so big that it had on of those rolly ladders that moved from one end of the book shelf to the other.
She felt her mouth drop to the floor, "Wher-where are the older records?"
"Far end," Isabelle said. She climbed the ladder and scanned the records looking for the date that was burned into her head.
"1812...1832...1867... Aha! 1870!" It was closer to the bottom. She plucked it from the shelf and flipped through the papers. Her heart sank. Nothing. There was nothing about automaton or even about finding a new type of Demon, just reports of accidents and Demon kills that year.
"Anything?" Alec walked forward.
"Nothing." A phone chirped and, a few seconds later, figures appeared from around the corner.
"We're heading to Simon's. He said that he talked to some of the nicer vamps and has something to report so who's coming?" Clary's phones chirped again.
"I'll come," Isabelle said at the same time Senia said, "well, I would need to change first."
"You look fine," Clary smiled.
"Sorry, I would love too, excepted vampires aren't my speciality, and plus it's Chairmen meow's feeding time." With a snap of his long fingers, Magnus disappeared in a spray of blue sparks.
Everyone looked over at Alec, "sorry," he mumbled, slowly backing up, hands raised in front of his chest. "But I need to stay here and...Ummm...watch for Jace."
"Where is Jace anyway?" Senia asked.
"No one knows, after you and Kierstyn where in a stable condition, he left. Saying something about hunting whatever was chasing you," Isabelle shrugged, "Oh well, his loss. Come on, it will be a girls day...well except for when we see Simon but close enough." Isabelle hooked Clary's and Senia's arm in her own and walked out the door.
