Warning: this will include some rape scenes. If u feel uncomfortable then u can skip to the next chapter, all will be explained in that one so u dont need to worry about missing anything or something… yea, i don't like writing these stuff so i'll keep it rlly short.
One Year Later ~
Eva's POV
I sang softly as I cooked dinner for me and Raphael. He had gotten a job as a security person, I wasn't really sure where. Apparently he had impressed them with his fighting skills and strength so he got the job despite how young he looked.
"Stay with mee," I sang. "Cuz you're, all I need." I hissed in pain as I burned myself with the tray. I carefully put it in the oven, setting the timer on.
There was a knock at the door.
I felt a flutter of excitement as I went to open it. Raphael was already here. That was good because we were planning to have a movies night.
"Hey-" I stopped short when I saw a man with green skin and colorless eyes. He was extremely good looking, but he wasn't Raphael.
I stared at him, too stunned to say anything.
"Eva Herondale," he looked me over with blank eyes.
"Um," I felt a sense of panic and fear. "Eva? She's on the seventh floor."
"Nice try," there was a hint of annoyance in his emotionless face. "I know what you look like."
"What are you?" I asked. "A faerie? Werewolf? But if you were a werewolf, wouldn't you be hairy instead of having green skin? Are you a warlock? I don't really know much Downworlders-"
"I don't care," his words came clipped and cold. "I am aware that you have lost your memories, but it seems unnecessary to explain the promise you made to the Queen."
"What promise?" I backed away as he entered the apartment. "What Queen?"
"Like I said, it's unnecessary to explain to you so I won't," his hand shot forward and I yelped and leapt back.
"Get away from me, you creep," I shouted, hoping to get someone's attention.
He growled and came after me. He was muttering something under his breath and I had a bad feeling that he was doing some kind of magic.
Suddenly the world tilted and I stumbled was happening? I looked at the man in confusion and he gave a smug smile.
"Ancient magic," that was all he said.
"You drugged me?" my words were slurred. I wasn't thinking properly. My body was too heavy to move. Everything was so disorienting.
"I just said," there was clear annoyance in his voice. "Ancient magic."
"Ancient?" I repeated. It felt like a heavy blanket was put on top of me, trying to smother me.
I thought of Raphael. Please come, I thought before going unconscious.
"What the hell?" a boy yelled. "Get off her!"
I was faintly aware of some scuffling and growls. I tried to move, but I felt too heavy. What was going on?
An unfamiliar voice was saying something, but I couldn't understand.
"I don't care," the boy said furiously. "Get out."
I opened my eyes. It took so much effort to keep them open. What was happening to me?
I saw a familiar face looking down at me.
"Eva, are you okay?" he choked out.
I could feel him picking me up and carrying me somewhere else.
"Why didn't I come earlier?" the boy was talking to himself. He sounded distressed. "I'm so sorry, love."
The word jarred me out of whatever slumber I had been in. I looked at him, fully aware of my surroundings.
"Raphael?" I blinked. "You're here."
"I should have been here sooner," his careful american accent had slipped and his spanish accent could be heard.
Just looking at his face brought back so many memories. Yes, I could remember him. I could remember all the times we stayed together. The frightening fear that overwhelmed me when I found out that he was going to die…
"I remember you," I choked out. "I remember you." Hot tears burned my eyes. I was so glad. So glad that I could remember the person I loved the most.
He didn't say anything. He looked too shocked. Then slowly, he asked, "What is it because I called you 'love'?"
"Raphael," I smiled. "Dangit, you ruined the moment. It was supposed to be romantic and sappy, but you had to put a joke there."
"I'm sorry," he leaned over and gave me a kiss. I kissed him back, happy to find the familiar warmth and comfort he always gave me.
"What happened?" I asked when I pulled away.
His expression darkened. "How come you didn't tell me about your deal with the Queen?"
"What Queen? What deal?" Even if I had regained my memories of Raphael, I still couldn't remember anything else.
"When you saved me," Raphael sounded pained. "You made a deal with the Queen of Seelie Court. She would give you her help and you would… you would give her a half faerie child."
"As in… I'd let them impregnate me so that I would give them a half faerie and half Shadowhunter baby?" I demanded, incredulous. I was beginning to wonder my sanity back before I lost my memories.
"I can't believe you accepted that," he sighed.
"I can't believe that either," I agreed. Then my thoughts went to the man who had attacked me. "Wait, does that mean it's already happened?"
A pained look crossed his face.
I stared at my stomach in horror. "So I'm pregnant?"
"We don't know yet," Raphael put a gentle hand on my back.
"But what if I am?" my mind was racing. "What do I do then?"
"You mean we," he told me.
I looked at him in surprise. Then a wave of gratitude and love for the boy hit me. I was so glad that I had him.
I hadn't realized it, but I was crying.
"I'm sorry," Raphael hugged me. He rested his chin on my head.
Don't be, I thought. There's no reason for you to say sorry.
