Lupa Graymark - Downworlders Aren't Lesser Beings
A/N : Hi Guys!
Another Fanfic so don't expect any form of updating schedule. That goes for any of my stories. It updates when it updates I'm afraid.
Sorry.
I have recently got into the novel series Shadowhunters and, so, created Lupa! She does appear in lunaeclipse1205's story in chapter 7. I'm not sure if that has been posted yet but Lupa is in that as we are co-writing parts where Lupa is included as she is my OC.
I don't own the Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare does.
Also, this will be told from the POV of Lupa Graymark.
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Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Werewolves and Silver Don't Mix...
To understand how I managed to get caught up in this mess, we have to go back to when I was 5 and my life before now. Figures, dark and evil figures from my past are showing up, so, for you to follow you have to know how I am tied to what is going on and what will happen.
Everyone has heard of the legends surrounding Vampires and Werewolves so everyone knows their weaknesses, Vampires with sunlight and Werewolves with silver. If you were expecting me to go 'Haha, no! That's a lie!', you'd be wrong - unfortunately for me and all other Downworlders, that is as true as the sky is blue.
I found out recently that my mother was dead. My whole life I was fed a lie until I believed it. My dad always told me my mum left, she chose to abandon be, send me on my way.
All the people in this world, know who Valentine Morgenstern was - He's dead now -. He thought downworlders to be lesser beings and that, that the world should be rid of them.
My dad and Valentine were Parabatai - Shadowhunters who have the strongest bond. But, when my father was turned into a werewolf - Where was valentine?
He asked my dad to take his own life. So, thank the Angel he faked his death.
We'll get onto why Valentine is important later, but now back to me and how i am here now telling you this tale.
On one of his first full moons, my father, lost control - It does take a while to get used to. He says regrettably - But I know he must have enjoyed some of it, - he lost control of himself and his instincts, so when, he met a particularly attractive Lady - Wolf named Lyra, things got a bit - wild let's put it.
My dad left again, he knew what he did, but didn't know the consequences.
I'm going on relatively new news here, so sorry if I get things wrong.
Valentine always said the right way to kill a werewolf is to stab them with a silver blade - as you know, werewolves are burned by silver.
He killed my mother with a silver knife, in front of me and my sister and two brothers only to turn on them and kill them too.
I was only 5.
I tried to stop him. That's how I'm here today. I showed spirit, potential to stand up for what I believed in.
Valentine wrote a note and tied it around my neck. Then he grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me to Galloway Books. He rapped on the door, placed me on the doorstep and left quickly.
Oh, how much I wanted to scratch and bite him and how tempting it was to kick him while he was positioning me on the porch.
That was when my dad opened the door. He carefully undid the note from my neck and read aloud, "Her name is Lupa. She is the survivor of the litter, take care of her. ~Valentine."
Luke took me gently by the hand and led me inside, closing and locking the door behind him.
He picked me up, holding me close, a protective gesture. He was telling me without words that even though he had missed the first five years of my life, not knowing I even existed, he would make up for it now.
For those first five years, my mind was blank. I couldn't remember my mother or my siblings, though, I can remember everything with my dad from the moment I stepped through his door for the first time up to now, after 10 full years.
I remember good things. The better life was with my dad. Definitely.
Luke was always there for me, demonstrating that the most on my first full moon with him, protecting me even when his pack was weary.
That was when I met another cub. My age. He played with me, never once shying away scared. He told me about himself, how his parents were both gone, dead now, and I told him my story in return.
His name was Jacob, Jacob Alqamar.
My dad noticed and watched us play and interact. I noticed him start talking, glancing over at us occasionally.
But, in my moments hesitation, Jacob pounced and jumped on me. Both of us laughing.
Being with people who understand you really helps. So that's why I benefited from being surrounded by other wolves. People like me.
Every so often the werewolves my dad was talking to looked over at both Jacob and I. Now I now their names to be Gretel and Alaric, my dad's second and third in command.
I was too engrossed playing with Jacob to realise they were probably discussing us.
Jacob noticed me staring off into space while idly fiddling with the jewellery on my fingers and wrists.
He snapped his fingers in front of my face a horrified expression darkening his features.
I looked down, noticing how he also was staring at my silver jewellery.
Crap, I thought. I was dead. Werewolves and silver Do Not mix.
"It, - They, - Um, -" I stuttered, painfully aware of the looks I was being given. I knew Luke behind me was glaring at all of those idiots, and for that I was grateful.
He respected my decision to wear silver. I didn't want to give any one the satisfaction of torturing me with silver if I was to ever get captured. I want them to get out the silver chain only for me to laugh. When they place it on my skin expecting me to scream, I'll look them in the eye and say without speaking -'cause that's the badass bitch I am- 'Lol bitch. I'm like ten steps ahead of you. Hope you make it out of here alive. Lmao if you don't though.'
Jacob stepped away but realising no one but Luke backed me up, stepped back towards me and smiled. I smiled back, genuinely glad he wasn't abandoning me.
"Hey Lupa," Jacob said, still weary of the silver, "I-I mean you don't have to say but, why?" The final question was said while pointing towards the silver that littered my hands and wrists.
"I don't want people to hurt me with it." I replied simply, smiling shyly.
I dragged Jacob over to where my dad was, effectively cutting off whatever important conversation he was having with Alaric and Gretel.
That was when the door to Hunters Moon flew open.
Jacob and I were pushed away from Luke and into the middle of the pack with other cubs.
I tried to see what was going on but all I could spot were two pairs of feet. One wearing black trainers and the other wearing white ones.
Everything happened so fast.
People screamed.
A body fell heavily to the floor. White trainer guy - his face pale, hair black as night and eyes which were once beautiful, all laying in a bloody heap.
Black trainer guy picked up his glowing weapon which I only just noticed was once imbedded in white trainer guy's neck.
My father was flung into the room involuntarily and black trainer guy pushed the glowing weapon to my dad's throat and spoke, "Now, unless I need to go through all of you," he said first gesturing to white trainer guy then monotone and almost bored sounding continued "I suggest you tell me what I want and need to know."
A/N: Ooo. Lots of questions:
Who is the guy in black trainers?
Who was the guy in white trainers?
Why are they both important to the main plot?
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~A Notebook in a Novel