Hi! You have no idea how happy I am to be writing this! I found a library, so I can still write, just not that often. Man, life hates me sometimes. Grrr!

But on with the story, 'cause I promised blood!

Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS! Or even some of my quotes. If I did, then there would be a lesbian couple between Izzy and Clare.

Lucie P.O.V.

There was only one place I would go now, before I left my city probably forever. 'I can't believe I'm thinking that! But. . .It is true, I guess. Ah well, I never did travel much, so this could put me somewhere good. Or even better, on the road to destroying that demon people call an Angel.'

Yep, I was stable in some way at least. But as Tessa would say, 'There is sense in madness, one just has to look for it.' (goes to William Herondale)

Now, I just had to find my sense, or maybe it was that I had to find my madness and forget sense all together. That would probably work out better in retrospect. And besides, if I was some form of Demon, then madness will be the best path, right?

I would have gone on in my inner turmoil, but I was distracted by a skateboarder. He was sliding past on a flame painted board, and I hadn't been paying attention, so of course he knocked into me. Just great, another thing to add to a day of disappointment.

"Oh, sorry girl. Didn't you hear me calling?" He had been calling for me to move? Oh god, if my father or worse, Lewis had seen me! I'd never hear the end of it.

"Oh, no. I've been really distracted lately." I said, turning on every last ounce of charm I had. "Though honestly, I think that you could have stopped yourself in time." There goes the charm.

"Oh really? Well sorry for not being the average skateboarder and asuming that you could hear me."

I was trying to be nice, I really was. But this brunette over did it. "You're not? You had me so confused, but then again I shouldn't have been considering that I've seen a slug ride better than you!"

"Woa no need to go all flame on me. Seriously, put yourself out. Preferably now." He looked scared.

Wait. . .WHAT?!

Okay, several questions that I need answered, like now.
1. How can this guy see me? 2. What is he, friend or foe? and 3. What the fuck did he mean by put myself out?!

Well, only one thing to do about the third, look down.
Which I did. . .and you know what? I was on fire. Literally, there were blue flames emitting from my body and strangely, everywhere they appeared, there were small scales covering the skin. Or at least on my hands, because with the Shadowhunter gear on I only saw my hands.
'Hey!' that annoying little voice in my head piped up. 'Here's another thing to add to the "How you're a freak" list! Yay!' Grrrrrrrrrrr!

"Again girl, PUT YOURSELF OUT!" The bastard interrupted.

"Oh, well here's the thing you bastard, I CAN'T! So would you be nice and get off me before I use a seraph blade to get you off." I said, using a special tone that was usually reserved to warn Lewis before I nearly killed him. Good times.

It was well received, with the boy scrambling back, grabbing his skateboard on the way. "Wait, you're a Shadowhunter? But, then how are you on fire? That's insane!"

"I am, and yes it is, but I don't have time for you right now. So please just go away and I won't hurt you, little Downworlder." I got up, brushed dust of my butt, and tried to walk away smoothly, which was herd since I was still trying to figure out how I was covered in blue fire.

And, of course, the idiot had to follow me. "You just walking off? Hey, I'm talking to you!" He just didn't get it. "Hey, would you stop! I can help you!"
That stopped me.

"What do you mean?"

"I know a guy, he can get that curse to stop."

"Who are you talking about?" I knew where this was going.

"Magnus Bane of course. Who else?" He said, smiling as if he had just saved the world. So sweet and innocent like.

"Oh, him? He's kinda my godfather."

Now it was the boy's turn to stop. "He's your what?"

"My godfather, plus my uncle. That guy he's married to is my dad's brother." I had no idea why I was doing this.

"Oh. Well never mind then. But then again, where else can you go?"

That was the real question wasn't it? Where else could I go? Besides her grave?

"I'm leaving the city actually. To find something."

"Want help?"

"No."

"Well I think you do," I had to admit, he was right. "So, I'm coming with you. I'm Gabe, a werewolf by the way."

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but sure. I'm Lucie. And before we leave, I have to get some stuff. And visit someone."

"Okay. Nice to meet you." He said as we continued walking, heading towards the trees.

I was actually enjoying the silence, not something I got often, but the moment was ruined when we got to my, our destination.

It was a simple piece, just an old oak tree that had been struck by lightning the year I was born. It used to be all charred and broken because people (mundanes) abused it, but in the last couple years Shadowhunters had been glamouring it to look like just another street lamp.
So the tree was now sprouting, and in late summer, that meant that it's leaves were just starting to turn and the bark was healing from all the animals that had gotten to it.

"A peaceful place," she had said to me. "One with hidden secrets." My parabatia, Emera. Helen and Aline's adopted daughter who was proud of her mothers. We had always said that if we were't sisters we would be in love.
And in the very end, we had been.

But that was the problem, we were parabatia, plus it just was't done. No matter what the previous generation had accomplished.

Now, under the "tree of secrets" there was a simple marking, not even a stone. Just a pair of outstretched angel wings on a piece of stone. With my personal message back to her.

"We are of the angels,but if it would let me freely love you, I would be of the devil. Beneath this tree of secrets, all is possible."

"Wow," Gabe spoke besides me. "Whoever wrote that must have been really in love. But why did you read it aloud?"

I hadn't realized I did.

"Well, I guess because I wrote it."

"Oh," Gabe looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the earth. Like her. "I'm sorry, I didn't think, I mean why else would you come here, or read that. I'm so very sad."

"You are," I smiled. "But it's okay, she died a couple years ago, so I should be over it."

"She? But I thought-"

"You probably thought right, but I came here to say something. So please don't interrupt."

"Okay." He looked concerned, but stepped back.

I faced the grave, getting ready for the last confession I would ever willingly make.

"Emera. Your name is painful, you know? Just wanted to tell you that, before things got serious. But I need to tell you everything, even if you already know." I gulped.

"I don't know what to do. I really don't. I'm seriously contemplating suicide just to see you yelling at me for taking the easy route. But I want our reunion to be happy so I'll stay here and suffer. Just for you. Emera, something's wrong. When you died I thought it was my fault, because I was your parabatia and I didn't save you. But now I think it was because I'm a demon. Or at least part demon." Now I knelt in front of the tree, as if praying to someone who could help. "I know you could never blame me, and I don't really blame myself. But there's still the bit on me being demony, which I'm going to solve. Just know that I love you, but I'm not coming back."

Then I stood again, and leaned against the bark of a tree who knew me. "I love you forever." I whispered.

Then motioned with my hand to my friend werewolf, and walked away, humming the song she had whispered back.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all alongWhen you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

...me, me, me.

Okay, a long and confusing chapter. And no blood, but that will come, eventually when I can fit it in.

So romantic ideas? I'm happy to hear any and all feedback about our heroine, and possible hero.

I love you all, and for those who were waiting for this, I hope you were't disappointed!