I said I'd update today, and so I'll update today. WOOOOOOOO!
Sorry, I'm just really really really really once-more-for-emphasis really happy because I'm now a year older. It's a big thing with me. But I still have to suffer. (school)
I own nothing that Cassandra Clare has wrote.
Gabe's POV
Lucie and I walked away from the grave, and I heard a sniffle. Was she. . .crying? But then again, even the strongest have to cry sometimes, otherwise it's unfair.
I couldn't believe that she let me come along on this. . .whatever it is. She seems like someone who'd rather eat her own eyes than accept help from someone, and trust me when I say, that is not a pretty sight. Especially for that reason.
I knew she didn't like me there, she definitely wasn't fond of the fact that I knew she had been in love with her parabatia, who also happened to be a girl. But even if she had said no a thousand times, or even a billion, I would have followed her anyway. Lucie was just that stunning.
I looked down at myself, red T-shirt with 'I'm not on fire, I am fire' in black block letters, black jeans with rips in the knees, and finally my red converse, and I knew I couldn't compare to her sleek and seductive figure. Her sapphire eyes, amber hair, and pearl skin were all more beautiful than the jewels I had compared them to, or at least in my eyes they were.
"Yo, why are you staring at me?"
"Just because I want to."
"Well stop it, it's creepy," she glared at me. "Besides, we'll be at my house in a minute."
"You're house?" that was confusing.
"Yea," she said like it was obvious. "It's the only place where I can get mundane clothes, my weapons, and some other stuff."
"More memorabilia?"
"No, just something I can't live without." Her sly smile told me that I'd get nothing else.
We arrived at a brownstone two story, with the classic gate, yard, and for some reason, a rope ladder dangling from one of the top windows to the ground. Odd.
"I expect that's your's." I said.
"No actually, it belongs to the other shadowhunter girl who happens to like sneaking out whenever possible."
Wow. sarcasm was unexpected.
"What? Nothing to say?"
"No."
"Than stop wasting time and lets go!" She ran to the ladder and started climbing, staying far from the view of the door. Again, odd. But I followed her lead and was soon looking into a window at a red painted room.
It was elegant, red walls, a dark hard wood floor, three bookcases, and weapons cabinet. Plus a dark wood dresser, but no mirrors. Anywhere.
"You got a problem with seeing yourself?"
"No," she smiled again. "I just know I'm sexy. And I don't want to get tired of looking."
"So you think you'd get tired of looking at something with no way to improve it?"
"You think I need improvement?" Now Lucie wandered over to the cabinet, peering through the glass doors.
I gulped. "Ugh. . . no?"
"Thank you! Now can you get my bag?"
"Huh?"
"Under the bed. . ." again, obvious.
I scrambled through the window and went to the red and. . .glittery bed. It was like the rest of the room, plain, but tasteful and I noticed tha the wall next to it had anime drawings everywhere. "What's with the glitter?"
She looked over from the dresser, "Oh, that. My godfather thinks I should wear more of it and just randomly sprinkles it in here."
"Oh."
"Yea." now it was a wistful look, like she was going to miss something.
"Hey, did you draw these?" I pointed to the anime pictures. "Cause they're really good."
Now Lucie laughed. What was with her and changing emotions? "No. Oh by the bastard no." Bastard? What? "I can't draw to save my own life. Not that I'd need to, but no those aren't mine."
"Then who. . .?"
"My sister's are the sweet ones, my parabatia the violent ones." There were a lot of the latter. "And my mother, the really really good ones."
Wow. I'd heard that the girls in this family had good drawing skills, but this was incredible. There were some sweet little angels, a couple cats, and even some of her family. But the most popular was devils, or devils and angels.
"You got something against angels?"
"No, I just never was one. Notice the devils most commonly have light hair and my scars. The angels have dark hair and an Asian look. That's because Emera was adopted from China," again, there was a small but beautiful smile. "But I'd rather not talk about it 'cause I have packing to do."
"You're leaving?"
"Yea, I thought that was obvious."
"You know I have pack responsibilities right?"
"You know that I didn't plan for you to come right?" She used my words back at me. It stung, but then again I knew that she hadn't.
"Not what I meant."
"Then wha-"
"The accords. They require me to help any Nefilim who happen to be in need of it. And before you say anything, you admitted to needing help. So I am coming with you."
Lucie looked like she wanted to protest, but then thought better of it and her mouth shut, and she turned back to the dresser. I took this as my que to grab the black duffel bag from below the bed, and placed it on the bed.
"Okay, move."
I did, and she placed about four different changed of clothes in the bag. Shorts, jeans, tanks, and cargo pants. Plus a pair of converse, sweater, and leather boots, all of these were either a shade of red, black, or silver. Then a pile of weapons including an electrum whip, sword, throwing daggers, and bow and arrows. Finally a nook, and five books besides that. But it was like Harry Potter, the bag's size didn't change.
"Magic bag," was supplied before I even opened my mouth. "Now can you turn around for a moment? I need to change."
"Uh, sure." And I turned my back to look at the drawings , apparently the only personal things in the room, besides the obvious coloring. There were some where the angels (these were't Asian) were getting stabbed. A couple where that happened to the devil. And there was one, at the middle of a giant swarm, which had a devil in black ripped shorts, ripped fishnets, a grey shirt, and black vest was chained and reaching towards an angel with black hair, and white dress who was held back by ribbons. Their hands were nearly intertwined and the restraint on both was broken. There was no back ground.
"You can turn around now." a slightly annoyed voice said behind me, breaking the drawings spell. But when I turned again, I was thrust under another one.
Lucie was wearing a black tank top, with red bra showing through a little. Black skinny jeans and combat boots accompanied it with a dark brown black army jacket. I noticed a knife and stele sheath were attached to her belt, both occupied. She was bad ass, sexy, and probably very dangerous. But I was going to kiss her anyway.
"Wow. And here I was, thinking dogs didn't drool." Or maybe not. "Gabe? Do you need anything?"
This got me thinking, did I need anything? Other than a trip to the abandoned police station I called home and maybe a cat scan, no. Which I told her.
"Uhh. . .no. Well I do need to get my emergency bag, you know for if I ever find myself leaving on a quest to help some one in need."
"You actually have a bag packed for this sorta thing?"
"Yep." I did actually, only it's original purpose was if I ever needed to get out of New York quick.
"How long will it take to get it?"
"Just ten minutes from here."
"Okay, just don't tell anyone where you're going, and meet me at the space under the bridge in an hour."
"Why an hour? More good byes?"
"No, I just wanted," here she stuttered. "I just wanted, just, just one more hour in my home."
"I understand So, under the bridge in a hour?" It felt like we were going on a date, which in a way, we were. The date of our leaving our homes and not coming back, or at least not coming back without scars.
"Right." she said and walked over to the window. I followed.
"You know there's no way in hell we'll come back sane?" she laughed again.
"Why else would I want to go?"
And we both jumped out the window.
Sorry if the chapter is boring, and sorry that it's late, I just couldn't get Gabe's feelings to sound right.
Sooooo LOVE INTEREST ANYONE?
On this story we now have a list of 3:
Lewis
Gabe
Unknown girl in the future.
WHO WILL IT BE?! Du Du DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!
