I was in a small living room. The walls were light blue. There was a thick black rug covering the wood floor. There was all the usual furniture that you would find in a normal living room; a cedar coffee table, two plush blue chairs, and a large blue couch that I was laying on.
I heard someone say "Gabriel," and then in the next second, a seraph blade was at my throat. "How long have you been listening, little girl?" Aaron growled. Here we go again. Why does everyone call me that? I thought.
"Not long," I choked out. The flat side of the blade was pushing on my throat. Not enough to bleed but enough to choke.
"You know, seraph blades don't only kill demons. They can kill anyone. And it hurts but I can make it hurt even more. Do you understand me?"
Aaron was not what I was expecting. Instead of a middle aged man he was young, no older than nineteen. His hair was a mess of dark brown curls. His brown eyes were glistening filled with hostility just as Jace's were when he tried to kill me. Just like with Jace, Aaron was murderous and I was defenseless.
"Aaron, please. You're hurting her." She cried. Her big blue eyes were begging him to stop.
"I won't move. I have no weapons. I have no place to run to. If I try to escape you can kill me." I gasped. I was betting with my life now but I wasn't going to run anyway. I would just pass out again. There was nowhere to go.
This must have surprised him. He loosened his grip on the blade. He looked into my eyes and I knew that he was on the verge of letting go."I swear on the angel," I whispered.
For just a moment his eyes widened and then he took the blade away. "Sit up," He told me strictly. "Loomis, go fetch her some tea."
A boy with Sandy hair and pale skin got up from his the perch on the window and went out of the room.
Now I knew what was coming. I was going to be interrogated like on one of those cop show.
Aaron pulled one of the chairs in front of me and sat in it. He was still holding the blade. "What's your name?"
"Clary Fray," I answered.
He pointed the blade at my chest. "You're lying. That is not a shadowhunter name. Tell the truth or I'll kill you."
"Aaron!" The girl shrieked.
"Vanessa, go help Loomis in the kitchen." It wasn't a suggestion it was a command. She rolled her eyes and left.
"Now let's try that again. What's your name?"
"It's complicated."
"I can understand. Now tell it." He demanded. What was with this guy and commands? He wasn't going to get a fast answer if he bossed me around.
"How do you know I'm a shadowhunter?"
"Vanessa is a witch. She can tell." He looked annoyed. "Now tell me your name little girl."
"I'm not a little girl!" He put the blade against my chest. "Fine, I'll tell you." I said, scared for my life.
"I didn't even know the shadow world existed until about a year ago. I thought my father was dead and my mom was paranoid but she wasn't. She took me to a warlock every two years to get my sight taken away until this year when I discovered my sight.
Then one day my mother was taken and I met the shadowhunters. My sight had been discovered around that time and they explained to me what I was seeing. They were interested in me because I had been raised as a mundane.
In the end the truth came out. My mother had run away from my father when she was pregnant with me. He was evil. I don't know what name you want but my mother's name was Jocelyn Fairchild and my father-"I hated saying this."My father's name was Valentine Morgenstern." I finished with my eyes closed. I heard Aaron gasp. "Ring a bell?" I joked.
He looked stunned, then, suddenly he broke out of his trance. "Liar!" Now his blade broke my skin and the pain was brutal. I screamed. I couldn't help it. The angel's blade spread a pain through me like no other.
Vanessa heard and came running in. "What the hell are you doing?" she screamed. She tried running towards me but Aaron blocked her and pushed his blade harder into my chest. I was crying now. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to pass out.
"How old are you?" He screamed viciously.
"Sixteen," I gasped.
"Aaron, stop she's only a girl." Loomis had come back from the kitchen. "Leave her alone." His voice had finality in it.
I watched as Aaron left the room with his bloody blade trailing behind him. Now there were just three. Now I was wondering who the real boss around here.
I couldn't stop crying and had started shaking. Vanessa came towards me and ran her fingers through my hair. It felt like I was three again and had skinned my knee. My mother used to stroke my hair to get me to stop crying.
"What did I do?"I whispered, not trusting my voice. I was terrified.
"You did nothing wrong,"
"Then why- why torture me?" My voice cracked.
"He's scared."
"Of what?"
"The clave,"
"Why? I'm not part of them."
She laughed. "Well now we know that. Sit up and I'll be right back."
Then it was just me and Loomis. He was sitting at the window, staring at me.
"Where did you come from?" Loomis asked. I was tired of being evasive so I just told him the truth straight up.
"New York,"
He looked confused. "How did you get here?"
"Portal,"
"But if you took a portal to Idris it should've taken you straight to Alicante."
I smile at him. "You're not going to believe me but I'm special. I can create runes. I opened a portal with a rune I created and it led me into the forest. I guess I passed out and Vanessa found me."
"Yep," He replied. "Are you sure you don't work for the clave?"
"If I were working for the clave wouldn't I have taken the portal to Alicante?"
"Not if you were a spy,"
"A spy would not pass out from heat exhaustion,"
"They would if they knew how to find us. The Clave could've found out that Vanessa has a soft spot and they could use that against us."
I started to laugh. This had to be a dream. This was all too crazy to be real. "You are paranoid. I'm not a spy. I'm not even loyal to the Clave. I ran away. That's all." I was lying on the couch with blood on my shirt, smiling up at the ceiling. This had to be a dream.
"Why'd you run away?" he asked.
"That's my business, not yours." I replied politely.
"Then how do I know that you're not a spy?" He said with a sly smile.
I sighed. I was tired of this. "Just kill me! That would be easier for you guys, wouldn't it? But I'm telling you the truth. No one knows I'm here. I'm a teenage runaway whose boyfriend tried to kill her." I stared at him, trying to see what he thought. "I had shadowhunter friends; my best friend is a vampire. I know a warlock and my stepdad is a werewolf."
He just stared at me, mouth hanging wide open. He was surprised for sure but I didn't know by what exactly.
Then Vanessa came back into the room. She noticed both of us looking at each other. "The staring contest is over. Loomis, out."
"Why?"
"Just get out," She rolled her eyes at him and he left.
"Take off your shirt."
"What- Why?" I questioned. This was getting weird.
"Your cut needs fixing and you have blood all over your shirt." I did what she asked after realizing that I was a mess. "Do you know how to use a stele?" She asked.
"Yes,"
"Then here draw an Iratze or whatever you people call it." She handed me the stele and I went to work drawing the healing symbol. Then she tossed me a new shirt and I slipped it on. It was probably one of hers.
When I was done she put a cup of tea in front of me. "Now drink and rest. I promise Aaron won't come anywhere near you. I'll keep an eye on you." I didn't think I could trust them. She seemed nice and she did save me but I was scared. I was trapped here. I couldn't go back even if I wanted to. I didn't though. That's the thing. I was tortured and I still didn't want to go back. It would be the same back there as it was now. Something horrible was happening to Jace and if I tried to help him he would kill me. I was sure of that, and if I went back I would not be able to stay away from him.
Vanessa must have seen the uncertainty in my eyes. "You can trust me." She said and then she left me in the ordinary, blue living room to sleep. At first I didn't think I would be able to but I guess I was more tired than I thought, I went out like a light.