Chapter 3: Power

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"Even I know Valentine is dead," Angel told Ellexria.

"Not all of him," she said. "He was born and cursed to be part Shadowhunter and part Shadow, to act as a bridge to unify us all. He hated himself; he shirked his responsibilities and went mad with the power he had been gifted with. His Shadow side and his Shadowhunter side created two different personas but with the same goal, kill all kind they were flawed and create a perfect raise, rebuild them by himself. The one thing he didn't understand was why he didn't have the spell casting abilities of a warlock or the strength of a werewolf. So he started experimenting on himself, trying to gain these abilities. He had his first son, but he still experimented until his body couldn't stand it and literally split himself into two different people. The Shadowhunter Valentine who is dead, and the Shadow Valentine who is still at large, and who is more dangerous less concerned about peoples lives. He has revoked his roots of demonic origin; this is unforgivable so he must die," she said. "I must go retrieve my sisters power before the demon half bread does anything more to upset the balance. He has been dormant waiting for his turn and now that Valentine is dead, he will strike. He is more of a visionary than the Shadowhunter he will plan to kill us all, not even demential boundaries will keep you safe. We have no time to lose."

With that she turned and walked out the door.

"So Valentine isn't dead?" Connor asked.

"Bugger!" Spike said.

Illyria knelt down next to a patch of mold. "I will hear your song once again," she whispered caressing the putrid plant.

Ellexria walked out the door; as soon as her foot hit the side walk she was back in the black dress, her hair shiny and dark, and her eyes a deep green. Immediately she turned right along the gray, cracked street.

She had taken the information as to where Wesley had lived out of Angels head as she left the house. She took long purposeful steps each one leading her towards her goal.

The dim twilight light spilled over her. She closed her eyes. "What have humans done to my planet?" She wondered aloud. She stopped short, someone was behind her, someone who was not entirely human…

She whorled, she had not entirely expected to fight someone this soon, but she was eager at the prospect.

Connor stood there looking very concerned for his well being. "Uh… hi," he said to her.

"You should know not to follow people," Ellexria told him.

"Yeah… sorry about that," he said rubbing the back of his head nervously.

She stared at him. "Angel said I should probably come along, seeing as I am not being tracked, and you might need back up,"

"Back up?" she demanded.

"Well you know, if the Senior Partners catch on, I'll-"

"Silence your self, they have spies everywhere," she said. "If you are indeed coming with me then keep up," she said and turned.

He ran to catch up with her. "What's it like?" he asked her.

Ellexria's eyes slid to focus on him. "Well you know being put into someone else's body,"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "I am just making small talk," he clarified.

"This is not someone else's body, this is my body," she said.

"Well what's it like? Being shoved into a new body,"

"At first disorienting," she said. "It's like waking up and suddenly you feel like you are missing your arms. My true form has more arms…" she pondered. "But less fingers…"

"Your true form?" he asked her, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"Yes, as my Qwa'ha Xahn you should know about my past," she said.

"I…"

"I will acquire you one of they ancient texts for you to study," she said.

"Okay… cool," he said.

"I expect you to know as much as you can about me, you aren't just my guide in this world, you are my connection to it," she told him. "A responsibility you should not take so lightly,"

"I don't take it lightly. Those sacraments I placed by my heart hurt, a lot! I didn't just do this because I thought it would be fun," he said.

"Calm your self we are here," she said and turned into the old apartment.

"May I help you?" an elderly lady asked from a doorway.

"My name is Mary Sue, I'm a friend of Wesley,"

"Oh right up there and to the left dear," she said with a smile.

"Thank you," Ellexria said with a false smile.

When she found the door with the correct number she reached forward and pulled on the door knob. It didn't budge. "Locked," Connor said from behind her.

She closed her eyes and hit the center of the door with an open palm. With a crack the door burst in half. Connor followed Ellexria into the dilapidated apartment.

"It's probably in here," Connor said as he pulled on the lid of an old trunk. He scowled and looked at the lock. Placing his foot on the base he pulled again, this time the lid flew open, revealing a collection of weapons. "Is this it?" he asked.

"No, it looks like a 'gun,'" she said. The word 'gun' felt wrong as she said it, they were unnatural.

"Um… these are all axes and staves and stuff," he said pushing through the interior of the chest.

Ellexria walked up and surveyed the pile of weapons. Her eyes lingered on the chest's lid. Reaching forward she pried off the fake top. Hidden under it was the gun, it glowed faintly blue with her sisters power.

Connor reached out and touched it, there was a spark of bright blue light and he recoiled clutching his hand. "Ouch, what was that?" he asked Ellexria.

"That was Illyria, she doesn't know you," she told him. She grabbed the weapon. "We must go before the Senior Partners find out anything we don't want them to,"

"It's too late for that," a voice said from the door way. Connor spun on the spot, but Ellexria was unperturbed.

Hamilton stood in the door way. "I see that the great Ellexria has come back to us. I've almost killed your sister, I don't think you should be much of a problem," he said.

"But your dead!" Connor said.

"No, I can't die," he said. "I have contracts with the Senior Partners, they go beyond death,"

"Then we'll just have to break those contracts," Connor said.

"I see no 'we' in this circumstance," Ellexria told him.

"But he almost killed Illyria-"

"When she wasn't at full power, I am," she said staring at Hamilton. "Take this back, I'll deal with him," she held out the gun. Connor hesitated. "Take it," he did. "Run," she whispered and leaped at Hamilton. Take the gun back and give my sister her full power, tell her to stop the time stream here so I can get away with out being followed then we will have to go to New York, all of us. Her body can take full power for thirty six hours, if she doesn't use her power at all. We need to work fast, she told him in his head.

"How did you-"

"I told you, you have a little demon in you," she said, dodging a punch Hamilton threw at her. I can't kill him, only the Senior Partners can, but I can hold him off for now, RUN!

He turned and sprinted for the door, Hamilton reached for him but Ellexria punched him in the shoulder.

Connor ran for it.

"I have heard much about you and your sister, but Illyria disappointed me. She fell so quickly, it was pathetic," Hamilton sneered at Ellexria.

"I even know how much you care about your precious demons; even through you don't want them to know about it. I also know that the Senior Partners are taking that boy out as we speak," he spat.

"No they are not," Ellexria said. Hamilton's eyes narrowed.

"What makes you say that?" he demanded of her.

"They planed on sending demons, didn't they?" she asked. "Demons fear me, and worship me, they won't harm someone carrying even an infinitesimal amount of my sisters magic, and that boy is carrying most of it. No one demon will even touch him."

Hamilton punched Ellexria in the throat, she toppled backwards. "You think demons are more scared of you? They might have been, but now you are just an annoying flea on the Earths surface," he kicked her in the side.

With a snarl she kicked him in the knee, jumping to her feet. He knocked her feet out from under her. He got to his feet and picked her up by the neck. He pulled his arm back, leaving an opening for her. She jumped at the opportunity kicking him with both legs in the gut.

Flinching he dropped her. He swung his foot back aiming to kick her again, but froze. Ellexria got to her feet. "Thank you," she said turning to her sister.

Illyria stood in the door way. "We must leave, before they break my spell," she said.

"Agreed," Ellexria said and they ran out the door.

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