Chapter 1
Morgana Black death will be in two years. Time of death- I cut off that voice quickly not wanting to know the exact death of my mother. I knew my mother was going to die since the day she contacted that disease, but it didn't give me much comfort or satisfaction to know when she is going to die. I tilted my head and concentrate on the other voices whispering secrets of others that didn't have anything to do with my mother. Cyrus Black is going to contact his grandmother in one hour twenty two minutes and fifty two seconds- Grandmother? I thought Dad's mother died years ago. I shrugged it off before listening into what the voices wanted me to hear. They were getting particularly loud and vicious than ever before. I grunted as the voices began to merge together, their voices boarding on screaming as they became more vicious in their want to be heard. Clary Fray! Jace! Clary! Jace! Jace! JACE! I gave a shriek as I cradle my head with my hands trying fight the voices to the back of my mind. I suddenly felt strong hands shaking my arms. The smell of whiskey and fresh air put my mind with ease as I knew it was my father and not my mother. I tried to concentrate on the feeling of human contact except the voices of the unknown beings. Their voices was unintelligible but two names that was spoken loud and clear: Clary and Jace. I screamed in my head to make them stop, but they only got louder. 'Please one at a time!' I begged them in my mind, but they ignore me, and continue to yell the secrets they wanted me to know.
"-nerys! Daenerys!" I heard my father's voice penetrate through the voices making them go eerily silent.
I look into my father's green eyes the same eyes I look into the mirror every morning. His eyes were tight with worry as his strong hands grip my shoulders firmly as if to keep me grounded. My father is a strong man in heart and mind. He was close to 6' feet with sandy blond hair that was cut short to get out of the way. Emerald green eyes that he swear that I have the exact same shade of color. His skin kiss by the sun in show of his long hours spent out in the sun. He was lean and tone with muscle that showed me was more from hard working than actual working in the gym. My father was a strong presence something that was shown throughout my life. I watched as his emerald eyes soften as he saw my eyes focus on his.
"Shh sweetie-"he cooed as he calmly ran his hand through my long hair that always seem just the right thing to do to sooth my nerves. "Deep breaths. Shh…that's it…"
I sigh as I began to relax into my father's strong hands. The silence is a blessing and a curse…I never been alone in my own mind before, and I don't know if I like it. Silence was always louder than noise.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly as if he was afraid that if he raise his voice it might cause me further pain.
I nodded my head as I let myself out of his embrace expecting him to move away a little bit, but he hovered over me like a mother hen. I felt amusement for a minute before it was gone as I quickly notice the unnatural silence. The voices never stay quiet this long.
"Thank you…" I mumbled to him feeling grateful that it was him to found me in the middle of the hallway having an episode and not my mother.
Don't get me wrong I love my mother as a much as a person can for a women who gave birth to you, but I never could feel much more than that for her. Well, I never could feel much in the beginning, but it didn't help that my mother never really approved of me. People who know of me like to call me weird if they are in a particularly nice mood, or call me a freak like the cruel kids who lived on my block who were feeling vicious and arrogant. I was the unnerving freak girl that like to talk to the voices in her head, and blurt out people's secrets that I am supposed to have no way of knowing. Imagine my mother who strive to be perfect and normal working women having such abnormal daughter. Imagine the disappointment and the resentment that I couldn't or ever be what she imagine will be the perfect daughter. The only saving grace my mother saw was my beauty. She treated me more like a doll than an actual human being. I wasn't her daughter, but a porcelain doll that she can dress up and show to her friends. Every little oddity I portray is a black mark in her otherwise perfect picture of what her family should be. She resented me for being that black mark, and anytime I show that I was speaking or listening to the voices she viciously shove a pill down my throat in hope that the voices will stop. They never do. She didn't understand…and I didn't really bother to make her understand. Now, my father I think didn't understand either, but he didn't approve of the pills my mother force me to swallow. He didn't see me as some weird girl that hear voices in her head and blurt out secrets or people's demise with a blank face. He didn't think of me as an unemotional freak because I was inept on human emotions, but his unique daughter name Daenerys Black. He never tried to change me. He just accept me as who I am with a bright smile full with fondness and pride. That's why I am comfortable to tell him what the voices are telling me.
"Dad…the voices they are getting louder." I stated to him watching as his face intently like I always do.
He shift under my gaze a nervous habit he always does when I tend to stare a little too hard and a little too long. He face shift under my gaze from concern to strangely wariness like he know something big going to happen, and he didn't think it was good. 'Is Dad hiding a secret?' I ask my thoughts to the voices. They were strangely quiet for few short moments before answering with a simple yes, but didn't explain further like they usually do.
"Something going on…" I whisper to myself.
The voices never been this quiet or giving me one word answers. They like to explain every detail of what secret or knowledge they discover never one word answers unless it's about the other world. The unknown beings that walk along side mortals, but is not seen but from select few who is grace with the knowledge, or like me that is able to see these invisible beings; these supernatural beings. I never really thought much of it since the voices were so tight lipped about them, and figure I will know in time. I focus once more on my father who was silent throughout the time I was in my thoughts with patients only my father can have. He gaze at me silently before mumbling to himself as he turn to walk away. I let him leave silently looking at the clock on the hallway door. It was about the time he is gonna make that call to my grandmother. My eyes drift back to my father's retreating back until he left my sight.Lucas has a secret. One particular voice chanted in my mind before giving a laugh that I will usually label an unstable adult will have. I tilted my head as amuse smile grace my lips for just a second before I gave up on holding it. 'Yes I know. Will you tell me?' I asked them with not much hope behind them actually giving me answer this time. There was silent before another voice told me another knowledge they had found of the women a few blocks away from where I live. Apparently she is going to find out the police are on to her in her part of the death of her decease husband. She won't have much time to get away, and will be caught halfway down the street in an anti-climate chase. I shook my head to myself to the stupidity of some people.
"What are you doing?" I heard a voice ask with a hint of irritation in it.
I turn around to find my mother watching me with all her perfect beauty. She was fairly short reaching about 5'4 without the heels she insist on wearing every day. Her chocolate color skin almost the exact shade of mine seem to glisten against her white knee length dress. Her hair done up with a stylish bob and curled like she always has it. Her face was made up in perfection, and only heighten her strong features and big brown eyes. The only thing that is effecting her beauty in a negative way was the sneer on her face. She walk up to me her heels making a hard clack sound on the marble floor as she walk. I felt a flash of irritation at the sound before it went away like the wind leaving me numb. I felt nothing as she roughly gripped my chin to get a good look at me.
"You haven't done what I ask you to do this morning Daenerys. The puffiness on your eyes is plain to see that, so don't try to deny it." She said her voice strong and opposing as it always is when she is voicing her opinion.
She sigh as she let go of me to grip the bridge of her nose in annoyance before looking at my blank expression with a roll of her eyes.
"Go change into the clothes I left out for you. The guest should be arriving any minute now. I should be able to hide that puffiness with concealer, but it still be slightly noticeable I bet. What have I told you about getting ready at certain time so mistakes like these won't come up …and what have you done to your hair?" she suddenly shriek as she look at my bed hair. "It's like I'm talking to the wall sometimes. Go. I be there in a minute to get you ready."
I didn't bother with a reply as I did what she told me to do and headed to my room.
"And where the hell is your father?" Was the last thing I heard before I turn the corner and away from her sight.
Morgana will- I cut that voice right off. I have heard enough on what my mother is doing with her life. I made my way into my room which is fairly plain with only a few photos hanging on the wall and a queen size bed in the middle of the room. The only extravagant things I own was the walking clothes that was full with expensive clothes my mother have bought me, and the vanity dresser that is full of beauty products that was also given to me by my mother. I made my way to my bed to find one of my favorite dresses laying on it. I was always incline to dark color especially black, and my mother agree since the color always brought my eyes out better. The dress is in the color black and knee length full of lace on the skirt but tone down at the bust area. The dress was sleeveless and had a unique lace pattern from my bust to my neck. It was beautiful to me, and I was able to put it on without much reluctance. I throw on the nude high heels on knowing my feet was going to kill me at the end of the night before sitting at my vanity to wait for my mother. In the meanwhile I listen to the voices who were eager to share their discoveries. Cyrus Black is leaving Morgana Black. Time of departure undecided. Father leaving? I wonder if this involve my unknown grandmother. I asked the voices my question and they went silent again. I felt frustration for a few moments before it was gone, and it was replace with nonchalance. I heard the familiar sound of heels hitting the hardware before I saw my mother burst into the room with haste. I just watch her and prepare myself of the annoyance that comes with getting ready for guest I don't desire to see. She huff at me before getting ready of the daily beauty regimen. I space out as she started on my hair listening to the voices instead of the annoy mumbles coming out of my mother's mouth. Tristan Ward is going to arrive at the house of Cyrus and Morgana Black in one hour, thirty minutes, and forty five seconds unannounced. He is feeling guilty…The voices trail off but I got the jest of it. It seems my mother best kept secret is going to be laid out in the open. I felt my lips lift up a little not much to seem like an actual smile, but enough for it to feel foreign on my lips.
"-nerys! Daenerys!" a voice suddenly penetrated through my thoughts.
I look up to find my mother standing in front of me with her hands on her hips her face scrunch up in annoyance. I tilted my head at her in acknowledgment, and that only made her huff in irritation.
"Stop your nonsense! The guest will be here any minute, and since you're finished I would like for you to get the appetizers and the refreshment ready for them." She order before her eyes became sharp as she gripped my chin roughly in order to look into my eyes. "And no funny business this evening. I don't want these people to know what kind of daughter I have, understand?"
I stare at her intently making her glare at me before taking a few steps away from me.
"Well?" she asked her voice sharp as she began to make her away out my bedroom door.
"Yes mother." I answer curtly before looking into the vanity mirror already dismissing her.
I didn't hear anything else but the sound of heels hitting the floor as she walk away. I concentrated on the mirror to see what she have done to me to look up to par with her high standards. She made me up well with minimal makeup to only enhance my features. Black kohl applied a little heavy to bring out my emerald green eyes. My long dark brown hair was in gentle curls that frame my heart shaped face nicely. Over all an acceptable look for my taste. I spare the mirror one more look before making my way out the door. The voices whispering to me of their knowledge of the things to come.