So, Chapter 8 was interesting but now we get some action. I quick little factoid too: Psychic powers can attract demons however if I psychic is on consecrated ground (where demons cannot tread) they don't have to hold back in fear of bringing unwanted visitors.

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Ch.9 No longer Helpless

Anna neared a room at the end of a maze of halls. "How does anyone navigate this place?" She thought to herself, she had already had to make several switchbacks. However muffled voices drifted through the air, letting her know that she was not alone. Taking one step forward Anna felt a pulse of energy alerting her to the location of her ankh…and of course it had to be where the voices were coming from. Cursing her luck Anna neared the door that the voices echoed from.

"I'm quite sure that this ankh is made of the same material our Seraph Blades are composed of." It was Robert Lightwood that was speaking. His voice was easily recognizable; it was like his son's but deeper and more rotund.

"But how is that possible?" The other voice belonged to Mrs. Cavazza. "It would have to be of Shadow Hunter make."

"Well, it is quite old." Robert answered back. "The hieroglyphics etched into the handle date back to Era of the Angel Castiel."

"That far back?" Mrs. Cavazza spoke in shock. "But how did that Psychic get it."

"It is possible that she stole it from other Shadow Hunters." Robert hypothesized. Anna felt a slight twinge of anger at his comment. "But I highly doubt that. A find this monumental certainly would have been made public to us, stolen or not." Knowing full well that stealth was no longer an option she decided to make her presence known.

"If you really wanted to know you could have just asked." Anna walked into the room. Both shadowhunters tensed and had weapons at the ready; Anna looked at the two with an air of indifference. "My mother was Egyptian and that is a family heirloom passed down for centuries, so I would like it back." Cold emanated from the psychic and filled the room quickly. Anna could feel Mrs. Cavazza's every move knowing that they were coming before she could see them. Allowing herself to collapse Anna fell to the floor in a sitting position; the swing of Mrs. Cavazza's blade missed its target and slashed through the frigid air. She couldn't help but allow a small smirk spread at the look of shock on the woman's face. Pushing her left palm toward Mrs. Cavazza's body a jet of ice shot toward her and froze her abdomen and suspended her from the ground against the opposite wall. With a quick raise of her right hand a white lily of ice trapped Robert just as it did his adoptive son. Anna looked away from Robert as she heard Mrs. Cavazza trying to break the ice's hold on her. "Cant' have that." Anna thought. With a sharp narrow of her eyes, to restraints of ice forced Mrs. Cavazza's wrists pinned to the wall. Admiring her handiwork Anna's eye caught the glint of the Ophani blades that Mrs. Cavazza was holding. They weren't like the straight blades that Anna had stolen they were curved almost like the letter 's'. Mrs. Cavazza glared at the psychic as if knowing her very thoughts. Anna almost smirked. "Considering your son took 'my' ophani blades I guess I'll have to take yours as a replacement." She spoke with a slight amount of sarcasm on "my" since she and the shadowhunter both knew of the blades' true owner. Anna neared Mrs. Cavazza only to have the women kick at her face with a high heel. The psychic pulled her head back in the nick of time so the kick only pushed through the air. Not wanting a repeat Anna froze Mrs. Cavazza's ankles to the wall with a flick of the wrist.

"How did you learn it?" Robert asked trying to buy time. Anna spared him a glance while she began removing Mrs. Cavazza's ophani blades and their leather holsters that were attached to the women's legs.

"Her son," Anna nodded her head in Mrs. Cavazza's direction. "He would train in a park that was near where we lived. I stumbled on him by chance." Anna could see the surprise in her captive's eyes. She had been expecting her to reveal the entire truth. Placing the holsters onto her own thighs Anna spun the blades in her hand expertly, with a few practice swipes through the air Anna smiled. Placing the blades in the holsters Anna grabbed her ankh from the table that Robert had been studying it on. "Ophani blades are nice and all." Anna grabbed her anhk and threw it into the air spinning. As it descended Anna grabbed the handle and threw it toward the ground with practiced ease. The handle was extended by a pole of ice stopping the ankh from hitting the floor. With the staff tight in her fist Anna smiled almost sweetly.

"But my staff has a special place in my heart." A deep footstep echoed through the hallway and into the room. Anna shot a glance toward the door; slowly she walked to the opening. But just as she neared the doorway the lights in the hall turned off and cast her sight into darkness. Things were going from "able to be handled" to "quick get the hell out of here" fast. Anna may not have been able to see but by extending her senses into the cold air around her she could feel the heat wafting off of several bodies; two to her right and one to her left. But this was where she entered a stalemate, using her powers she could take out the bodies in her way but after that she still had no idea where to go. Unfortunately she took too long trying to figure out what to do. A pair of arms wrapped around her and held on tightly.

"Got her!" The voice of Leonardo Cavazza called out. The lights flashed back on revealing, Mr. Cavazza and his other son, Miguel, standing in front of the psychic.

"Seriously!" Anna yells annoyed. She tried to struggle against Leo but his arms were holding her tight. Funny at one point in time she would have found that pleasant, but now was neither the time nor the place. Despite the vice grip around her Anna still had use of her powers no matter what they may have thought. Concentrating her on the air around her the temperature became frigid within seconds. Using Leo as a stand she kicked her legs upward, with her movements a wall of ice blocked the Cavazza's from her and Leo. For a brief second Anna could hear obscenities being yelled but the wall quickly blocked out the remaining sound. Anna could feel Leo breath next to her ear, reminding her that she was far from free. Concentrating her power on herself cold began to emanate from her body sucking in heat like a vacuum. She knew she was causing him pain but Leo gave no indication save for a quickening of his breath. Anna knew what she was doing and a part of her was angry, sad, that she had to do this but she wasn't going to be held a prisoner again. Slowly, Anna could feel Leo's arms lose their strength as his the blood in his arms began to freeze. Finally she was able to force herself out of his grasp, his arms had gone numb and blisters of white, red and yellow polka-dotted his arms. Anna's eyes were trained on the hallway it was deserted but the only way leading out was a stairwell. She started walking forward toward the stairwell but the second she looked back she knew she wouldn't leave him behind. Leo was on his knees trying to get feeling back into his arms, as though he could feel her stare he looked up and met her eyes. Anna sighed and shook her head.

"Come on." She walked over to him and held out her hand. Leo looked up at her outstretched hand and raised an eyebrow. Anna couldn't help but smile. She moved to his left side and placed her hands underneath his upper arm pulling him to his feet. She nodded her head to the stairwell and he followed.

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(I am going to try Leo's POV, tell me what you think)

The walk up the stairs was slow. Partly because every new flight Anna would freeze the steps leaving a thick and slick sheet of ice and also because Leo lagged behind for a few other reasons: one, though he would never admit it his arms were causing him immense pain, two, he was hoping his family would catch up and three, he liked the view.

When they reached the roof Anna sat down crossed legged and looked at the spot in front of her pointedly. Getting the hint Leo sat down in front of her. Leo watched as she set her hands towards him palm up, for split second Leo thought back to when he and his little brother would play a game with their hands. Though Miguel was able to get in a few good slaps against his hands, Leo always came out the winner. Leo placed his hands above hers slowly. He would never say that he didn't trust Anna but saying that he did trust her was a completely different thing. She closed her eyes and saw a bluish white mist spray from her hands in a wave. The numbness of his arms left and they felt…cold wasn't the right word, but fresh like being dipped into a swimming pool on a hot day. Then Anna moved her hands closer to his arms and grabbed onto each wrist. Before his very eyes Anna's arms changed, her skin tone changed into an inflamed red and blisters dotted the surface. Looking at his arms to hers he knew that she had the exact same wounds as his. But she wasn't as good with pain as he was. Her breathing became labored and fresh tears gathered in her eyes and one began to spill over and roll down her cheek. Leo wanted to brush it away but Anna had his wrists in a death grip and even then he wasn't sure whether he would still have his hand after a move like that. Needing a distraction Leo looked back at his arms and found that the blisters on his skin had disappeared and that his skin was returning to its normal olive tone. He looked to Anna in fascination only to find her with her eyes shut; she looked almost serene as they sat across from each other, she bathed in a pale moonlight. She opened her eyes when his arms felt normal she dragged her hands across his with or without meaning to. But Leo took that as his chance and the second her fingers touched his palm he closed it catching her fingers with his. To his surprise she didn't wrench them from his. She looked at the floor…er….roof almost shyly, as if trying not to look at him.

"Anna," He said in a small whisper. She turned and his indigo eyes met her warm caramel. He was filled with one instinct at that moment telling him to do one thing but in desperation he did something else.

"So, why did you help me?" Leo stilled his face into a mask of suspicion, but he could not hide the hopeful glint in his eyes. The second his question was out in the air, she pulled her hands from his and stood up. She turned from him and looked out at the skyline.

"Because…." She seemed to struggle with an answer. She turned around and her face wore no expression. "Because I gave you second degree frostbite and I really didn't need fingers rolling around."

"Then why not just leave me there?" Anna stiffened and looked at him almost angrily.

"What do you want me to say?" She didn't yell but it sounded like an accusation.

"I-" Leo began. "I want-"

"BANG" He was cut short. The door to the roof was thrown open violently. Mr. Cavazza stood within it flanked by his wife and son. The rushed out onto the roof and formed a half circle around Anna. Behind them stood Maryse, Jocelyn, Luke, Robert, Jace, and Isabelle. Leo looked from Anna to his family and stood in line with them.

"Well, all this attention just for me, I feel special." Leo watched as she walked nonchalantly to the edge of the roof.

"We have you surrounded and you have no place to run." Mr. Cavazza shouted in victory. Anna merely ignored him.

"So…." She looked to Leo than Jace. "If you believe in angels do you also believe in Fallen Angels?" Her question seemed to confuse everyone as Leo noted he was not the only one with a furrowed brow. Anna smirked. She stood at the edge of the roof and jumped. The shadow hunters ran to the edge of the roof some had looks of fear on their faces while others, like Leo's father, had looks of anger and annoyance. Leo could easily spot Anna; her bright white hair was beacon as it sped toward the concrete at the bottom. But before she hit the bottom a bright bluish white snowflake blossomed on the concrete, like a target point. Leo stared hard as Anna flipped just before she hit the ground, perhaps he was wrong since he was so far away but she slowed down. Just as she was a few feet away from the death, the air around her seemed to warp, it stilled. Anna completed a slow motion flip and landed, crouching on the concrete. He could tell when she hit the ground because a wave of ice glittered in a ripple away from the focal point, her. Anna stood from the concrete slowly and stretched. She turned around and looked up at the shadow hunters gathered at the top of the Institute. She smirked and gave them a weak salute before walking off.

I am sooo sorry for not updating sooner, but I discovered tumblr….and Teen Wolf…and Teen Wolf on Tumblr….anyway.

This isn't on the back burner but I am reworking a few of the later plot details so please don't expect anything anytime soon but don't expect it to take this long again.