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Dinner back at the Penhallow house was tense and silent except for the clinking of silverware on china, and the questions Max Lightwood kept asking Sebastian and Aline, and occasionally Sylvia. When the meal finally ended everyone seemed to go their own way until night fell and the teenagers headed upstairs to sleep, somehow Sylvia and Isabelle wound up in the same room and the older Shadowhunter didn't like that. Sylvia powered through it, keeping to her side of the room and ignoring the dark blue glare that kept stabbing her in the back. The demon girl slept through that, but then something happened that made her shoot up in bed with a cold sweat trickling down her spine.

Clash!

Thunder could be heard off in the distance, and the flash of lightning could clearly be seen outside the window. Sylvia bit back the sound that tried to escape her mouth, she wasn't sure if it was a whimper or a string of curses, but she didn't want to wake the nosy Lightwood also in the room. As quietly as she could Sylvia got out of the bed and snuck out of the room and made her way down the hall to Jonathan's room where she tried to sneak into... Tried being the major word, the door was locked and she didn't have her stele and she was definitely not going back to her shared room to get it.

Another clash sounded and Sylvia hissed Jonathan's name under her breath as she turned away from the door. An acidic feeling was growing in her core from the storm, she felt sick and ready to kick down the door, but that would just ruin their mission and she didn't need anymore bad points against her with Valentine. Searching the hall she spotted another door, one that was hopefully not locked like her jerk of a partner's. As she turned the knob all she could think about were the reasons she hated Jonathan, why she never wanted to be with him, why she had wanted him dead since the first moment she laid eyes on him. Pushing the door open she slipped inside the room closing the door behind her. It was dark, then lit by the storm outside giving her time to spot the bed in the corner of the room, but also making her flinch like a child. No matter how many years have passed she still couldn't get past that fear, not even when she grew so strong to kill anyone she was still weak against the yellow light that flashed outside during thunderstorms.

Sylvia walked quietly across the wooden floor until she was next to the bed, trying to steady her hands as she pulled the blankets aside. The person in the bed stirred, rolling onto his side eyes wide open as he pulled a knife from under his pillow. Sylvia froze her hand as the blade kissed her skin threatening to sever the veins at her wrist. Another bolt of lightning lit the room reveling the faces of the two that occupied it, Jace stared dazed at Sylvia as she continued to chew her bottom lip raw from fear. Slowly Jace lowered the knife and replaced it under his pillow as Sylvia retrieved her hand, under normal circumstances she would have snatched it and beaten him senseless for even trying to threaten her, but at the moment she was too scared to do anything rational.

"What are you doing here?" Jace asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Shut up and go to sleep." She said crawling into his bed.

Once in she pulled the blankets over her head trying to push the storm from her mind, but it didn't work as Jace uncovered her head. Staring down at her with bright sleepless eyes he raised a brow.

"What are you doing?" He questioned.

"Trying to sleep." She muttered rolling onto her side so her back faced him.

Why couldn't Jonathan just leave his door unlocked? She complained in her head. Is he still upset? Bastard. I hate him. Just die!

The clash of thunder sounded, and Sylvia failed at suppressing her shudder.

"Never has a girl just wanted to sleep in my bed before." Jace said, sounding smug.

The mattress shifted next to Sylvia as Jace lowered himself back against the pillows. "I won't be the last." She muttered pulling the covers over her head one last time to block out the sounds of the storm.

"I hope not." Jace breathed moving closer to Sylvia.

She was about to question him on his words but another clash of thunder echoed through the house and Sylvia couldn't stop herself from pressing her back against Jace, just to make sure he was really there. Damn you Jonathan. She thought as a lump formed in her throat while the acidic feeling seeped throughout her abdomen making her curl into a ball.

Sylvia didn't know when she finally fell asleep but when she woke she knew it wasn't that long ago. She needed more sleep, but what had woken her wasn't about to let that happen. Standing just inside the bedroom with hands on her hips was Isabelle staring angrily at the two in the bed while her brother gawked awkwardly from the hall behind her. Jace was sitting up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, while Sylvia barely peeked her head from under the blankets, trying to make sense from Isabelle's rushed words.

"Wha... What is this? Whatinhell is goin' on? Jace! What do you think you're doing? By thee Angel, are you serious? Can't believe this... Alec say somethin'!" She said waving her hands around dramatically. The fast motion hurt Sylvia's eyes so she closed them and tried to ignore the loudness of the girl's voice.

"Isabelle, it's too early for this." Jace said calmly.

"Excuse me?" She exclaimed.

"He's right Izzy, quiet down." Alec said stepping up next to her. "You'll wake Max."

"You're kidding me. Look at them." She said pointing a finger at the two in bed.

Sylvia groaned as she sat up, glaring at the annoying Lightwood girl, wishing to throw Jace's knife at her to shut her up for good. "I've done worse." Sylvia said getting out of the bed. "In all honesty this is probably the most innocent thing I've ever done in a bed... Recently." She said running her hands through her hair to rid it of any bedhead.

Three pairs of eyes followed her as she made her way across the room to the doorway where she turned to meet the gazes. "All we did was sleep. Are you going to kill me just for that?" She narrowed her eyes at Isabelle who glared back. Sylvia nodded realizing something. "I see. So you're standing up for the currently absent Clary, Jace's sister. Well that's quite hypocritical of you seeing as how yesterday you wanted me to be with him so he wouldn't hurt because of her. Very well Isabelle." Sylvia said turning and walked out of the bedroom.

"Very well what?" Isabelle inquired irritably.

Alec and Jace stood behind the girl as they too were interested to know. The parabatai shared a glance of confusion then looked back to Sylvia who had paused in front of the door to her shared room.

"I'll be leaving." Sylvia announced turning the knob of the door.

"What?" Jace and a new voice said at the same time. Sylvia's head snapped towards the stairs to see the imposter Sebastian standing there with a crease between his brows.

"Man I hate you people." She chortled. "Especially that little brother of yours. God he's annoying, asking so many questions." Sylvia shot a dark glare at Alec and Isabelle who stared back wide eyed. "I don't see how Jace's problem is my fault, so I won't fix it. I hate the whole lot of you annoying bastards! Get someone else to be your fault guy, I already have my own problems." She whirled and hissed towards Jonathan. "As for you Sebastian I hope you fall off a cliff and burn in hell. You useless bastard!"

"What's going on?" Yawned a sleepy Max. Isabelle hurried to his side to block his view of Sylvia, but the girl was already slamming the door behind her.

"What the hell is your problem?" Snapped Jonathan as he followed Sylvia down the street, keeping his voice down so the people around them couldn't hear their fight.

Sylvia had her bag slung over her shoulder stomping her feet as she put distance between her and the Penhallow house where she had gained several new enemies, surely. Her dark eyes glanced sideways at Jonathan but the look of his face only fueled her anger even more, so she adverted her gaze to the path ahead. Valentine would not be happy with her sudden decision to leave, when his orders had been to stay put, but she didn't care anymore. Valentine meant nothing compared to her hatred for him that had grown with each beating he gave her. Now putting her under such circumstances to deal with people she couldn't stand had sent her over the edge, so she was going to rebel. Leaving was just step one.

"My problem?" She scoffed. "It's your problem now. Your dad can kiss my ass. I've had enough of this." She said clenching her hands around the strap of her bag.

Jonathan grabbed her arm pulling her to a stop. Sylvia smacked his hand away as she turned on her heel to face him. "You and Valentine can just die for all I care. I can't believe I was able to stand you bastard Morgensterns this long. I'm done." She hissed out like her words were daggers shooting at Jonathan. They didn't seem to have any effect on him as he only continued to glare at her.

"What makes you think you can just leave?" Jonathan challenged.

"I'm not his family. He already wants me gone, so here I go. I have no reason to be around you." She said tightening her hands on her strap.

"He would kill you, not let you go." Jonathan stated. He stood perfectly straight, hands in his pockets, jaw tense.

"Are you going to kill me then?" Sylvia challenged tilting her head to the side. Jonathan said nothing as his jaw flinched out of irritation. "You know you can't kill me. The greatest flaw in Valentine's plan. Your father is a fool and we both know it."

"Bitch." He hissed.

"Monster." She smirked as she turned her back to him and continued deeper into the city leaving her partner behind- separating them as partners.

"I don't want to go back down there." The girl cried in German. Her pale round face was streaked with tears, her midnight eyes blood shot and scared as they looked up at me. She was so tiny and young, I couldn't imagine going through what she has endured. What had corrupted her parents so much to put their only child through such torturous experiments?

"I know." I said as I softly petted her head. I didn't want her going back down to the basement either but I had no say in it. I was just another prisoner here in this giant house. Forced to use my magic to assist in these horrible experiments that always brought this poor girl to tears. Every day it broke my heart more and more, but if I were to refuse they would just kill me and find a new Warlock. I wanted to protect this girl with all I had, even if that meant hurting her in the process... I am cruel.

"Can't you stop them Marshall?" She asked as she wiped her face on the sleeve of her shirt. "You have magic, can't you kill them?" She sounded so desperate.

A child so young shouldn't want her parents dead, let alone know what death is. But this girl, Sylvia, did and wanted more than she wanted her own life. No one would want her life. Not even I would want to trade places with her, I've seen the pain in her eyes.

"They keep us in a ward that doesn't let magic enter or exit it. I can't touch them." I explained sadly.

"Will you kill me?" She asked.

I felt my needle point eyes widen at her. She truly wanted the pain to end.

"They'd kill me if I did." I told her.

"You don't want to die?" She sniffled.

My heart clenched in my chest at her question. I couldn't even give my life to protect this innocent little child from the creatures that were trying to turn her into a monster. Why couldn't I do that? It would take us both out of this pain and fear... I'm too much of a coward to die.

I sighed. "Want to see a trick?" I asked her, hoping to take her mind away from those dark and horrible thoughts.

"Will you make something beautiful?" She asked. Her sullen expression brightened slightly, but the darkness haunting her laid just beneath the surface.

"Nothing will be as pretty as you." I said rubbing my hands together.

Orange sparks danced around my fingertips as I focused my magic. I was nothing special as a warlock, but I knew a few tricks being as young as I was. Germany was cold this time of the year, and nothing was growing so what better way than to give a little girl with no hope a beautiful flower. Soon a whole bouquet was in my hand of purple flowers, I handed them to Sylvia who stared at them in confusion.

"This is not beautiful, this is a weed." She said.

"It is a very beautiful bloom." I said with a small smile. "Do you know it's name?"

She shook her head. "Why would it have a name, it is just a weed."

"It's called nightshade. It is poisonous if consumed, but it is so beautiful that I doubt anyone could eat it." I said. As I spoke Sylvia inspected the flowers closely, tilting her head this way and that.

"My name is Nightshade... Am I like this flower?" She asked looking up at me with a curious expression.

"Do you know what your first name means, Sylvia?" I inquired as I patted her head again. She could be such a good kid if she was given the chance, but that wasn't going to happen here, not in this place.

"No."

"It means forest, so together your name means Forest of Poison." I removed my hand and she stared up at me with a creased between her brows. Her small face was all puckered up in disappointment.

"That's not pretty. That sounds deadly."

"And one day you'll destroy this horrible world with your beauty. You'll be a beautifully poisonous bloom that will have those monsters kneeling in front of you."

"Really?" She asked excitedly. Her eyes brightening so much I couldn't recognize the girl in front of me. "I can be that strong?"

I couldn't bring myself to lie to the girl, so I just distracted her with the flowers dancing around the room. There was no way that we were ever going to leave this place. What hope was there? I had lost it long ago when I was first brought here.

Then came the day when the house was raided, it had started off just as rumors passing among the new demons brought there, but then came the marching Shadowhunters off in the distant. Lily and Samuel left the basement to check it out, leaving Sylvia in my care in their haste. There wasn't much time to think as the girl cried in my arms in pain. I quickly put her to sleep with a simple spell. I was outside the barrier, free to use my magic how I wanted and I wanted to get away before the Nightshades returned. I could escape with their daughter, I could finally protect her. I rushed to a wall and did what I had to to open a portal.

"The meadow outside of Idris." Came the dark evil voice of Samuel Nightshade just as I summoned the portal.

I sent Sylvia through, and was about to follow but a sharp pain laced through my back. Then there was nothing.

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