Yes I am aware that this is both short and has taken very long to write. Wah! I'm losing inspiration, so any ideas would be very much appreciated!
"Get up or I'll come in there myself and you don't want that" Jonathon yells from outside my door. I groan and heave myself out of the comforts of my bed, body aching from all the training last night. I hurriedly get changed into some dark jeans, boots, a black tank top and a leather jacket. Yeah, I'm dropping my Clary act. I need to convince them that I'm on their side, at least until I form a better plan. Jonathon throws about the door just as I finish. He gives me an approved look.
"Good. We're going to find that stupid book today, father's orders"
"Okay" I say coldly, not conveying any emotion.
"Come on then" He leaves and I follow him, all the way out the door. As we step outside, he grabs my arm.
"Don't even think about trying anything"
"I won't" I say, shrugging his arm off and start to walk in the direction of the Wayland Manor. We walk in an awkward silence, it feels like stepping back into the past, when we both grew up together. Jonathon wasn't always Valentine's slave, he was actually a very good brother, admittedly more like a hormonal teenage brother.
A hormonal teenage bother who may or may not be interested in incest. I gotta get myself some incesticide…
"So, what have you been up to little sis?" He asks.
"Oh you know, killing demons…the usual"
He nods.
"Why leave? Why did you go?" He almost sounds desperate.
"I…I'm not a killer Jon, I can't do it."
"Downworlders are not the living"
"I beg to differ"
"How so?"
I stop and turn to him properly.
"Jon, why don't you like Downworlders?"
"It's obvious, they are evil, anything demon must be destroyed"
I look away from his piercing gaze. Does he know?
"Jon…"
"What!?" He snaps.
"Did Valentine tell you?"
"Father" He corrects.
"Why are you so loyal to him anyway?" I ask, interested.
"You didn't answer my first question"
"Fine…Valentine did these experiments to make us better Shadowhunters he gave angel blood to me and…."
"And what?" He really doesn't know?
"Demon blood to you…"
"Stop lying, you're just doing this to pull me own to your traitorous level. I'm not a demon"
"But-"
He gives me a terrifying glare. I shut up, we're within running distance of the manor anyway, so I stay quiet until we reach it. When we do, I'm surprised to find it is almost the exact replica of ours.
"Do you even know where it's hidden?"
"Nope"
Jonathon draws an unlocking rune on the door and we enter the eerily quiet and noticeably dusty halls. However there is one set of footprints through it, strange…I follow them into a library. Mmm….If I were to hide a book, I'd hide it where no-one would think to look. Jonathon searches the other side of the room and I search mine. Demons….Leisure…Classics….Cooking...Cooking? No-one looks in those. I pull out a book by chance, it looks completely normal. I sigh and pick out another one, but this time it feels heavy and when I open it I notice the smaller book encased within the first. I smile triumphantly.
"You found it!" Jonathon exclaims, suddenly too close for comfort. I back away form him and into the bookcase. He seems to register my awkwardness and takes a step forward, pushing me back into the bookcase. I put out a behind me and fall onto some kind of lever. A deep rumbling of shifting stone can be heard, both mine and Jonathon's heads turn to the wall behind us. He frowns and moves to stand in front of the entrance.
"You go first" He says, pushing me in front of him. I stumble and nearly fall down the steps. Hesitantly I look down into the dark abyss. "Come on we haven't got all day"
I take a deep breath and descend down into the basement.