Author's Note: First of all, thank you for all the fabulous reviews! I hope you guys like the story so far. And I guess that's it, read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Devices. But, I do own this plot.
"Tessa, Tess. Tess. Come on, Tess, wake up" Will urged frantically in the backseat of the carriage. He had been trying in vain to wake the unconscious Tessa, slumped over his lap for the whole ride, but to no avail. Scarlet blood seeped from the wound at her side and blossomed on the coarse fabric of her tunic and gear. Her silky hair, coiled into a long braid, was matted and plastered with sweat and blood. Will was also covered from head to toe in gore and Tessa's blood but he didn't care.
"Tess" he breathed as he gathered her form closer to him, holding fast to her limp body. Then he gently laid his ear, not for the first time that long ride, to her chest to check for the rhythmic, but fluttering beat of her heart.
It was still there, mixed with the steady ticking of the clockwork angel that rested on the milky white of her throat. He reached down and tentatively stroked one of the rusted, brass wings of the little angel warrior charm, that had an odd beauty and a loyalty to it's owner when she was in need, how it flew up and defended it's mistress in battle. Moonlight glinted off the inside of the carriage, making the interior and black velvet of the carriage glow mysteriously.
As they rumbled along in the carriage, a sudden jolt caused Will to raise his head and peer out into the hazy darkness of the world outside the small, enclosed space of the carriage.
That's when he realized, looking out into the shadows, that they were nowhere near the Institute, far from it. On a moonlit stretch of road, unfamiliar and cruel.
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Jace shoved his hands deeper into his pocket as they shuffled out of the alleyway. The wind had picked up considerably and as London was veiled in darkness, streetlamps become the only source of light on the lonely cobblestone roads.
Clary, Jace, Alec and Isabelle trudged along behind Jem, the only one who knew his way around Victorian era London. Jem was quiet and reserved, determined to get the group back safely and himself back to Tessa as soon as possible.
They passed several storefronts and buildings, all dark within like ghosts or a single flickering candle illuminating it. The whole group was glamoured, so the passing constable or staggering, drunk sailor paid them no mind.
As they stumbled into a damp, dark alley, Isabelle grasped the ruby pendant at her throat as it glowed eerily and pulsed in a passing moment. She opened her mouth to warn the others, but not before a large shadow fell across their paths.
Well, what do you think? I know it was short but, I wanted to keep up some suspense. Review, please!