Okay so here is chapter 3! Thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and making my story story a favorite. A thanks to AJ? for reviewing both chapters and everyone else who reviewed. I will post the next chapter when there is a total of 10 reviews. Song for this chapter is "Special Death" by Mirah.
Jonathan leads me out of the coffee shop by my elbow walking with grace but I stumble on my feet. The sweet scent of bread and pastries and coffee start to fade away as we walk away. I wish I could go back and get a scone or some pound bread but I'm to terrified to go against Jonathan's wishes. I know he told me to call him Sebastian but I don't think I can. I knew Sebastian Verlac and we had grown to be great friends when I was studying at the Paris institute. Sebastian had been a great friend to me and I knew that when "Sebastian" came to Idris, that something wasn't right. But I didn't point anything out or say anything because it had been a couple of years and people change. I know I have.
A cold breeze sweeps over us and I give out a small shudder.
"Here." Jonathan insisted as he shrugs off his sweater and wraps it around my shoulders. That just makes me shiver even more even though his sweater is quite warm. After he took it off, I notice his rune covered skin is dazzling. He has a black V neck on and all the black makes the white of his skin shine. His lean mussels are also very noticeable. Another shiver goes down my back as I realize how easily I am taken in by his looks.
"You shouldn't be that cold. You have shivered four times in the last minute." He laughs as I don't reply. "I gave you my jacket. Not good enough for you?" he asked as he gripped my elbow tighter.
"N-no." I stutter. The sweater was warm but, I did not want to make him distrust me so I will lie when ever I need to.
Its not like I'm a good girl who hasn't said a curse word or let a lie come spilling out of my lips. My lips have said so many dishonest words that a girl shouldn't ever be heard saying or even thinking. I used to lie to my mother and sisters about everything. My mother was my mother but never a mom. My mother never really had affection for us but she did make sure we were alive. I guess that I was upset when she died because I feel like I should avenge what was left of my family.
"No? Its not good enough?" he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice and looked down at me for the first time.
"Thats not want I meant! I-I mean 'no its good enough.'" I trembled as I spoke. I held my breath for a moment not sure what to say or do. He laughed and looked back up. I shakily let the breath I was holding out and kept walking.
"Don't worry Eve. I don't bite." he insisted. There was a pause for a moment. "Hard." I swallow down my fear and look away.
After walking for about ten minutes in silence I speak up.
"So where are we going?" he pulls me by my arm and into a dark ally in-between some old buildings. The sun had set and the brick streets of Milano were starting to look like a scene where Jack the Ripper would come running out. I pull out my whichlight stone and hold it between us. Jonathan held his hand up and I notice a strange ring on his finger.
"What is that?" I ask. He grins a flawless smirk only Lucifur could pull off and looks down at me with sultry burning in his eyes.
"We are going back to my place and this will take us there." The white haired boy explained with a winsome grin.
I was shell shocked when we were no longer in the dark Milano ally but in a breathtaking apartment. There were black walls that looked cold to the touch and white chairs and couches that had black fur draped over them. I walk away from Jonathan's side and run my hand over one of the furs. The soft fur is so delicate and dainty. What is this from? I wondered.
"Its from a black bear." a new voice answered my thoughts. I jumped back as I looked up and my eyes met a pair of gold ones. Jace was standing on the bottom step of the black staircase with his arms draped over the railing. He left his position and moved some of the glimmering silver pillows out of the way and set down on the couch.
"Don't scare her." Jonathan snapped at the golden boy with a glare. I looked at them both for a moment then looked away as it seemed they were having a conversation in their minds but in reality they were only giving each other dirty looks.
"Its lovely." I said trying to break the akwarkdness. Jace seemed to ignore my compliment and went on.
"Who is this?" He requested. "Another vampirie girl you brought back to screw for the night? If so I can leave for awhil-"
"No." Jonathan growled at him. I suddenly wished there was a way to sneak out of the room with out being noticed but I knew that was never going to happen.
"This is Eve. A shadowhunter and I'm going to show her around and I would appreciate if you wouldn't scare or harm her." Jonathan hissed at him. Jace raised his eyebrows then snapped back.
"Fine." Jonathan grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room and walked me down a hall. The two boys were like silver and gold. Both valuable. Both dangerous. I kind of liked the idea of someone wanting to protect me and defend me. I never really had many friends in Idris other than Ellee Darkhouse. We had been friends but I never truly liked her. But with Jonathan it was like he wanted me and I was important.
"Don't mind Jace. He's a bit of an ass." He muttered. I laughed a little and replied with, "A lot of a bit." Jonathan smiled down at me and let go of my wrist and slipped his hand into mine. My breath hitched and heat spread to my checks. His skin was cool to the touch and it made me shiver. He smiled flawlessly. I think I could learn to live with the devil. Every thing bad is what humans want. Lust, Envy, Sultry, are all things evil. All things fun. But no. I need to find a way out and get back to Idris or even Aline. But do I really want to go back to that life?
"This is the weapons room." he explains to me why they have a weapons room. When Valentine was waiting for Jocelyn to come back he had made this apartment so it was fit for shadowhunters. Weapons and all. After that the boy walked me through the rest of the house and answered my questions. When we pasted by a clock on one of the many black walls, the clock read 12:32am. Way late.
"Is it your bed time?" He joked. I crossed my arms and rubbed my them trying to get rid of the goose bumps. And they weren't from the cold.
"I thing so." I replied. The silver boy guided me to a dark brown door and opened it. Revealing a white carpet with black furniture and a blood red bed sitting in the middle. It was a quite large room and on the left wall there was a crackling fire.
"Enjoy." Jonathan smirked as he shut the door and left me alone with the room. This is what I have wanted, to be alone but now I don't want to be here in solitary. I sigh and pull of my scarf. I flop down on the bed and look up at the black tiled ceiling. Everything here was so perfect, like a dark dream. I guess you could say I'm a little bit morbid but thats just me. I like the darkness in life. It makes us have something to be scared of and something to fight. Something to blame things on and something to learn from. But I want to be on the other side of the spectrum. The one scaring and hurting. I close my eyes and try to not think of Jonathan in the other room getting ready to sleep and Jace wondering around the apartment. The thought of them doing normal things scares me. They are supposed to be the dark evil lords.
No matter how hard I try to fall asleep I can't. I sit up and slide my clothes off leaving me in my lingerie. The light from the fire dances across the walls as I strode over to the closet. I try to open it as quietly as possible but the door is creaky. Once i get it open I see a large selection of clothes in quite a range. I grab a silky grey robe off the hanger and wrap it around myself. I lightly tie the belt then rest my hand on the door knob. What am I doing? I think as I close the closet door with ease and stumble over to the main door. My hand opens the door with grace and I pull it shut behind me. Maybe I shouldn't do this. I ponder as I walk down the hall to the end. Jonathan had told me that his room was the one at the end of the hall when he was showing me the house and thats where my feet started to take me. I knew I probably should go back to my room and crawl under the sheets but that didn't seem very appealing to me. Once I get to the end of the hall I knock lightly on the door then open it. Jonathan was laying under the black blanket looking almost asleep but his face told another face. Shock was written all over his face as I inched closer to him and stopped when I got to the edge of the bed. The room was dark but I could see him giving me a come motion with his fingers. I strode over to him and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me next to him. His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close. I wasn't going to complain because I felt welcome and comfortable.
If my mother could see me now. Laying in bed with a stranger. And to know it was the man that got her killed. Oh mommy would be proud.