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Soft brown hair, big innocent gray eyes, a smile that gets his heart running, her awesome cookies, Theresa Gray is flawless. And he, Weston Herem is full of flaws. He works with men who want to kill his blood brothers and sisters and he's aiding them to her possible end. He's a sinner and she is an angel. Wes tightens his hand on his seraph blade and tucks it in to his dark jeans as he steps out of the elevator and into the lavishly furnished fifteenth floor of a half million dollar apartment building. He walks down the down the red carpeted hallway, ignoring the gaze of the nurses as he approaches Lucas's apartment.
Wes is to meet up with Lucas for a weekly status report. His stomach churns and he can feel bile run up his throat as he knocks the door. One way or another, he must find about the Boss's plan for Theresa Gray. He must.
"Ah, Mr. Herem," Lucas says as he opens the door. "You're a bit late."
"I had trouble finding transport."
"Well try not to come late again, I've had to postpone an urgent meeting with the Boss because of you," Lucas says, his voice tinged with annoyance as he watches Wes sit down on the large pearl white leather couch that's donned by expensive, hand stitched pillows. Wes reaches over and helps himself to a bottle of wine. "Must you really drink my wine?"
"Why of course, I am your guest and you must fend for me. It's proper manners, do you not know Lucas?" Wes say narrowing his eyes at Lucas's cast. "And I see that you've been hanging out with the Boss quite frequently these days Lucas."
Lucas rolls his eyes, "That's none of your business. I don't have much more time for chatting Herem. Did you get to Gray's house?"
"Yes, I have. I live there now."
"Oh is that true? That girl likes to have boys around her at all times doesn't she? You think two is enough…"
Wes takes a long sip from the bottle, trying to swallow down his rage from Lucas's words. How dare he say that about Tessa? She isn't like that, he wants to say but keep his mouth shut instead, thinking about what Lucas had previously said about Tessa. You think two is enough. She has already been with two men? Why do you care about who she has been with Wes! Why are you even thinking about it?!
"Is that all we've got discuss?" Wes asks.
"Actually no, I was curious about whether or not you've made a move on her."
"Excuse me?"
"Have you flirted with her, have you showed an intention for a romantic relationship? Must I break this down more for you?"
Wes blushes and shakes his head. "No, no, I got it and not yet. I will soon though."
"Hurry up Weston. We don't have much time. The others are going to meet the Boss sometime this week. We're fixing up an area to meet. You, of course, will have to stay put with Gray and get her to love you. Otherwise, you can forget about your Yin Fen."
Wes sits up straighter and nods. They're going to meet with the Boss this week. Maybe, maybe just maybe if he carefully tells Jaime about this, he can get the Shadowhunters to break the meeting and put an end to The Invisible and its Boss. Then, all the missions The Invisible are carrying on will fall apart and all the Shadowhunters and Tessa will be safe.
"So what exactly is it that you are planning to do to Tessa. I'm a bit confused by all this and about the Boss's intentions."
"The Boss can do whatever he wants to do with Tessa Gray. It is none of your business."
Wes was afraid that Lucas was going to say this.
"It kind of is my business as well Lucas. I am carrying out this 'business' after all."
"You are carrying it out, not studying it Weston. This is the end of the discussion."
Wes stood up from the chair and watches as Lucas turns around to grab his keys, thinking that Wes is leaving. Ignoring his conscious that's saying, Get out of here Wes! You've tried your best, if you try to pull something now, you're going to get yourself in a ditch, Wes reaches for his Seraph blade and ever so slowly, pushes it to Lucas's neck.
"I've worked for you and the Boss for a very long time. I've worked my way up, taking on every mission that you've given me. And likewise, I've taken this one as well. I'm just as important as you are in The Invisible Lucas. The gang can't do without me. I deserve to be where you are, I deserve to have a part in knowing the gang's little dirty secrets so tell me the Boss's plan with Theresa Gray."
Lucas freezes under Wes's touch and his body turns rigid still. "Drop the blade Weston. I am not going to tell you no matter how you threaten me."
Wes growls and pushes Lucas into the wall in front of him and pushes him down to the ground, his Seraph blade digging into Lucas' neck. "What are you going to do with Tess?"
"You have a nickname for her?" Lucas asks.
Wes's hand tightens around the blade.
"You're falling for her aren't you?"
Wes punches Lucas hard on the head with his free hand and watches as the tall, twenty something year old man falls to the ground, face first. Blood pools out of his nose and starts to spread all over the expensive, marble flooring.
"I am not asking you again," Wes hisses as he slams Luca's broken arm on the floor. He holds his blade at Lucas's throat and tightens his grip on his hair. "Tell me!"
Lucas laughs and looks Wes in the eye. "I won't tell you, no matter what you do to me." that is not your business and you are not allowed to question the Boss's intentions. What we are going to do to Theresa Gray is not your business!" he yells and kicks back at Wes with his leg.
Wes hisses in pain and Lucas takes an advantage of pushing Wes off of him. Wes stumbles off and rolls over to the side. Lucas throws in a punch at Wes's head. Wes starts to dodge Lucas's fist but Lucas is faster and manages to connect his fist with Wes's cheekbone. Wes cries out in pain and drops his blade as he covers his face with his hands. Lucas cackles and pushes himself up to his feet.
"I asked you to drop the blade, but did you listen?" Lucas asks as he steps on Wes's foot, pushing harder as Wes's screams grow louder. "No, you didn't."
Wes falls to the ground as his leg burns with pain as if it's on fire. He opens his eyes and looks at the ground where his blade lies.
"You do what I tell you, you do what the Master orders," Lucas hisses. "You do not make your own rules, Weston."
Wes growls and snatches his blade and pushes into Lucas's feet. Lucas screams and stumbles off of Wes. Wes pushes himself up to his good foot and pushes Lucas to the ground. He balls his hand into a fist and punches Lucas hard on his head. Lucas cries out in pain and curls himself onto a ball on the floor. Wes pushes his seraph blade into his jeans pant and watches Lucas go unconscious.
Wes closes his eyes and leans his head against the wall. What has he done?
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Tessa Gray sits in the foyer and looks around the young man's house. Harry has a very large house which is very extraneously detailed and elegant. You can easily tell that the man has money. Tessa looks back at Jaime and the strange girl besides him. He blushes and smiles and Tessa forces one back at him. He's just like James. The same hair, the same tall and lanky body, the paleness, his charisma. But at the same time, he's different. Just like Wes is so much like her Will but different as well. Tessa looks back down at her hands as she remembers how she met Jaime.
"Wes, what do y-" Tessa started to say as she stepped into her hall to come face to face with a petite, blonde hair girl and a very familiar, silver haired boy. Tessa stopped breathing. Could it be…? "James?"
The boy sat frozen still as he took her in ever so slowly with his enchanting silver eyes that grew wider by the second. It's as if he was looking through her and into her soul, as if he saw something else in her. The girl next to him looked between the two and back down at her hands, her big brown eyes. Is he with her?
"Um, it's actually Jaime, Miss Gray, my name is Jaime Carlton."
Carlton…Carstairs, so alike but so different. Tessa's heart sink as she nodded. Jaime stood up and held out his hand towards her.
"This is a very odd way to meet you but my Parabatai, Weston Herem, sent me to watch over you. He had to run an errand and wanted me to drop you at Harry's."
Tessa reached out and shook his hand. "Oh," she said as she tried to swallow down the lump in her throat. It isn't him. "Ok."
The girl didn't even bother to introduce herself. She watched Jaime and Tessa walk around the apartment, making awkward small talk, but never joined them.
"Ms. Gray? Master Harry is ready to see you Miss," a small, stout woman said.
Tessa looks up at the woman and back at Jaime. "Wes isn't here," she whispers to him.
"Go on without him, he'll come soon enough, me and Delia will wait here meantime."
Tessa nods and starts to walk down the hall with the woman, looking over her shoulder where Jaime sits. She swallows and walks into the room the woman has led her to with her hand on her necklace. The room is large and in an oval shape. A huge stone table sits in the middle of the room with a beautiful glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Large maroon chairs circumference the table and a door sits tall and proud at the far end of the oval room.
"Master Harry said he'll be one minute Miss. You wait here. I'll send the boy here if he comes. I left some water and biscuits for you on the table, do help yourself."
Tessa smiles at the woman. "Thank you."
"You are welcome," the lady says and walks out of the room, leaving Tessa alone.
Tessa walks deeper into the room and pulls out on of the table's chair. She pushes her skirt underneath her long legs and is about to sit in when someone walks in behind her. Tessa turns around and gasps as she takes in Wes's bloody form. His leg is clearly wounded and his cheek is purple and bloody. His chest has a huge gash over it and there's a cut on his forehead. His white shirt is torn and shredded completely.
"Wes!" Tessa cries and runs over to him. She carefully pushes him into the chair and starts to tear off a piece of her skirt to use as a rag when Wes grabs her hand. "Oh by the Angel what happened to you? You're shirt, your face…"
"What are you doing Tess?" he asks, his voice cracking. "Don't go tear your skirt, you look pretty in it."
Tessa blushes and tears it anyway despite his protests. What has he done to himself? He said he had some business to take care of, what did he go do? Tessa reaches for a cup of water and dips the piece of clothing into it. She tilts Wes's face up and gently washes away the blood on his wounds. He winces at the coldness of the water and Tessa gently brushes her fingers across his cheek.
"Tess," he whispers as he takes her hand. Tessa pulls it back and continues to wipe away the blood near his wounds, blinking back her tears as she remembers a day back when her Will was alive. He had come back from a fight with Gideon and he looked bloody enough to be deemed dead. Tessa had spent the whole week by his bed, watching the Shadowhunters come and do their things and go, reassuring her that he'd live. And here Wes is, as bloody as Will had been that day. "Tess, I'm ok."
"No," she whispers. "No you aren't. What have you done to yourself Wes? How did this happen? Jaime told me you went on an errand."
"I did, it just didn't go as planned."
Tessa looks into his blue eyes waiting for more even though she knows that that's all he's going to tell her. Wes pushes away a loose strand of hair that dangles away from her bun and her skin burns where his fingers touched her. She closes her eyes and lets her tears roll down her cheeks.
"Oh Tess, don't cry," he whispers as he pulls her into his arms, wincing as he did so. She starts to pull back but he pulls her tighter against him. "I'm fine," he tells her as she hides her face in his shoulder. "I just need some runes."
The door suddenly flies open and a tall man steps out, wearing a pitch black suit that's topped off with a green tie that matches his emerald ones. His extremely messy hair's a fiery red and his smile is wide and warm.
"I see you've found yourself yet another woman Weston," Harry Barnwell says.
I hope you liked it! I'm sorry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes which there probably are. I'm usually on top of these things but I literally have no time now to go back and edit. I felt really bad for not updating for so long. School started and has taken over my life I'll try to update as much as I can!
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