Chapter 1

"What do you mean; you want to get back together?" Ayne asked, as she looked across the table at Ben, her ex-boyfriend. She hadn't been expected him to bring their relationship up when she had agreed to go to dinner with him. He had promised it wasn't a date.

"I mean, I want to give this another try!" he said and pointed at himself and Ayne. Ben was a gorgeous tall and broad boy with hazel eyes and dark blonde hair, who Ayne had been with for 2 years. He was sweet and very caring, but Ayne had slowly lost feelings for him as their relationship had went on, and as he fell further in love with her, she had drifted away. "You know how good we were together, don't you miss us?"

It was true; she missed him and their time together. But she didn't miss the love and relationship they had had. It was just too prefect for her to handle, and that had been why she thought she got bored. "Ben, you are a wonderful person, and I would love to keep seeing you," she started, but her stomach clenched when she saw his face brighten, "but I want to see you as a friend. I don't want a relationship right now. Not just with you but with anyone. I said that when we broke up 6 months ago…" she said and sighed. Of course Ben would do this, and try at getting her back.

"6 months is a long time. So much can change in that time. I thought you would have gotten over that whole no relationship thing." He mumbled, and stared at his pasta.

Although Ayne cared about Ben, she couldn't help but be grateful she didn't have to deal with his moping anymore. Whenever Ben didn't get what he wanted, he moped like a 3 year old child. "I'm sorry Ben, but nothings changed."

Ben nodded, and stared at his pasta some more.

A few moments passed in silence, until her phone rang in her lap. Thank god… She thought to herself.

"Sorry Ben, it is okay if I take this?" She asked, and stared at the caller display. It was her mother.

"Yeah, sure." He gave a sad little smile.

"Thanks," she said and ran out of the room. "Oh my lord, Mom, I can't even tell you how grateful I am that you called."

Her mother laughed quietly to herself. "I take it the date isn't going well?" Ayne's mother was very soft spoken, and always saw amusement in the dramas of a teenage New Yorker's life.

"Mom, its not a date! Ben asked me to dinner to catch up. But apparently he took me here to ask about getting back together." She sighed and looked started to walk down the street toward the benches on East Houston Street.

"Well what did you expect Ben to do? He was head over heels for you." She said softly. She knew better then anyone how much Ben loved him, due to a drunken phone falls one night in the middle of their relationship. Ayne laughed at the memory of when Ben had called at professed his love to who he thought was Ayne, but was really her mother, Sara. Ayne and Sara sounded identical, which explained the mistake. "Anyways," Sara said bringing Ayne back from her reverie, "I was wondering when you would come home? Or are you going to Quinn's tonight?"

"Um, I think I might go to Quinn's, though I haven't talked to her tonight. She is on a date, and I think she wanted to have a girl's night after" she smiled, and thought of the brownies, and facials that Quinn's girls night included.

"Oh, I was wishing you could come home tonight. But I guess it is summer, so you have nowhere to be tomorrow aside from dance. Well then, let me know. Have fun with the rest of your date." Sara said.

"Mom, it is NOT a date!" She exclaimed.

"Sure its not. In your eyes." She laughed.

"Oh shush. I have got to go! Bye!" Ayne said hastily, and hung up. The mention of Ben and the date got her nerves back up. She sighed yet again, and reached into her purse to get a cigarette.

Ayne didn't smoke frequently, only when she was stressed. She had found by age 14 that they calmed the nerves and settled her anger down to an extensive degree. Sara and Rohen (her father) both knew she smoked for her nerves, and strangely didn't seem to care. It was strange because they seemed to encourage it. Fortunately her siblings Cornellia and Vince didn't know or else they would follow her cancer causing habit.

She lit the cigarette quickly just as she approached the remote bench and sat down. It was twilight out, and it was a warmer night then she was used to. Within moments the nicotine was in her veins and she already felt calmer. She breathed in deeply to calm herself further.

Suddenly there was a loud smack and a groan. Ayne looked over to her right where the sound had comes from, into the alley next to her, only to find a man sitting on the ground, clutching his arm tightly. An arm that was covered in bright red blood.

"Holy shit!" Ayne exclaimed and ran to into the alley, "are you okay!"

The man's face shot up quickly and looked at Ayne, who realized the man wasn't a man but a boy, her age, maybe 17 or 18. His hair was fair, almost a whitened gold, and striking greens eyes that bore into her own lavender eyes. The boy looked shocked. Beyond shocked, he looked horrified.

"Are you okay?" She asked and approached him closer, her arms held out forward, thought still holding the cigarette.

"No, clearly I'm not okay." The boy muttered belligerently, and released his bloodied arm to revealed a huge gash the length of her laptop.

"I'm sorry, but you are not okay. That cut is bigger then my forearm." She mumbled, and stuck the cigarette back into her mouth and crouched down next to him. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital? That looks serious!"

The boy suddenly was at his feet, and had a knife in his uninjured arm. "You don't need to pretend that you are a mundane, faerie, I know what you are trying to do."

Ayne's eyes flew wide at the knife in front of her, and cringed into the wall, her cigarette falling out of her open mouth. Her mind spun, and all she could think about was the cigarette, and how expensive they were. "Holy shit. Holy shit, are you going to kill me? Because I was just trying to help!"

"I won't kill you right now, faerie, but come any closer and I will." He said strongly and looked fierce. He was beautiful, and reminded her of an angel, his hair light and curly, and his eyes huge. He was even golden skinned. Ayne looked closer as she notice his skin was tattooed in strange patterns, and underneath the designs were light scars that seemed to be in patterns as well. When she looked up she noticed he was wearing what looked like black leather gear, with sheaths around his waist holding weapons. Ayne's hands began to shake.

"I don't know what you are talking about! Faeries don't exist! Now please, please put the knife away. I will leave you alone, I promise." She pleaded, and tried to show in her eyes she meant what she said.

Slowly, the boy lowered his weapon, the horrified expression back on his face, only this time, it was plagued with some sort of realization. "You aren't a faerie are you?"

"Um, no." she shook her head, and her racing heart began to slow.

"Nothing but a mundane…" he seemed to say to himself. His now free hand unconsciously went to his cut.

"Are you sure don't want help?" Ayne asked again, worried he was hurt. A crazy, hurt, gorgeous person.

"Not from you, and your hospitals, no." he said harshly, and took out something that looked like a thick knife.

Ayne's heart jumped. "Please, don't stab me!" She cried and held out her hands in surrender.

"I'm not going to stab you, mundie I'm going to erase your memories." The boy said.

"You are a madman!" Ayne shouted, and edged towards the exit of the alley. She was beginning to get freaked out by this boy, not only because he was planning on killing her, but because not he was holding a pointed knife life thing at her, saying he was going to erase her memory.

"No quite." He said. And grabbed her hand. Ayne had meant to scream, but instead all that came out was small squeak. He began to draw an intricate design on the back of her hand and it came up black. Was it a pen he was using? But no pen should burn like that… she thought.

"What are you doing?" She asked frantically, too scared to snatch her hand away.

The boy huffed in frustration. "Like I said, I'm erasing your memory."

She looked at him, baffled. I didn't think people could get this weird. Or crazy.

"Who ARE you?" she begged.

"My name is Finnigan Lightwood. But don't worry about that. You won't remember me or anything that happened in the last 3 minutes, once I'm done. Well I guess actually your memory should already be fading…" Finigan said, and smiled as he let go of my hand. "There, all done. Now if you wouldn't mind, I would like to get out of this mundane alley."

"My memory isn't fuzzy at all Finnigan, sorry to break it to you, but you are crazy, and need serious help." She said flatly, and rubbed her hand lightly, feeling the burn disappear. When she looked back at her hand the design was gone.

Finnigan gasped, and Ayne looked up to see him staring at her, shocked, yet again.

"Fin!" a voice down the street yelled. "Fin where are you?"

"Over here!" he shouted back, but didn't break his gaze from her eyes.

"Fin! Praise the Angel you are alive!" said a girl, as she rounded the corner. The girl was Ayne's height, and stunningly beautiful. Her hair black as charcoal, and sweeping to her waist, and her eyes were pale blue. She stopped suddenly and looked at Ayne, shocked just like Finnigan had been. "What the hell Fin! A girl! Really? After what just happened? You do realize we just got attacked by a freaking Rued demon don't you?"

Ayne's eyes widened. "Who are you people! Harry Potter fanatics?"

"Eadan, shut up. She is a mundane. Or I think she is. I used a forgetting rune on her and it rubbed off." Finnigan said to the girl, Eadan.

She just gaped at him in shock. "Shit."

Ayne looked back and forth between Eadan and Finnigan as she notice Eadan wearing similar clothes to Finnigan, and was holding a red whip in her hands, and gasped, as she quickly realized that this was no fanatics game they were playing. This was real.

"Who are you?" Eadan asked, and she looked away from Finnigan, and jerked her face to Ayne.

"I'm—" her voice had come out shaky due to her new realization of what has happening.

"More like what are you? And I swear on the Angel if you lie to me, I will slit your throat." Finnigan threatened.

Ayne gulped. "Faeries can't lie, Fin, if that's what she is," said Eadan, "but then again, she may just be a mundane with the Sight."

"I doubt it, mundanes don't have Sight." Finnigan snapped.

"What are you talking about? Of course I have sight, I can see you as clear as day. And what the hell is a mundane?" Ayne asked exasperated, and annoyed by the conversation she didn't understand.

"Mundanes are humans, regular humans. And you don't have the Sight, because of it." Finnigan said rudely, as if it were a bad thing Ayne was human.

"Human? I am just as human as you! Regular, actually you aren't regular, you are insane beyond a healthy measure." She snapped at Finnigan, her fair skin going red from anger.

"I am nothing like you, mundane girl." Finnigan laughed humorlessly, and looked to Eadan who just rolled her eyes at him.

"Then what are you?' she almost growled, at him, and she felt as her blood would almost come to a boil. This anger was bad, like her mother always said.

"We hunt demons, we are Shadowhunters." Finnigan said emotionlessly, and suddenly his head flew to the alleyway entrance.

"Ayne?" a deep voice called from the corner. Ayne's head automatically turned to her name being called. Immediately knowing it would be Ben coming around the corner looking for her. Her heart wrenched at the thought of him being pulled into this.

"Ben!" She called, and started towards the entrance. Then an arm clamped down hard on her shoulder, and she looked to see Finnigan, witch his bloody arm on hers, his eyes intense.

"Don't say a word about this." He warned. Ayne looked back to the alley entrance, hoping Ben wasn't close, and when she looked back to Finnigan. He was gone.

"Ayne?" Ben called, again as he rounded the corner. He found Ayne standing tensely against the wall of the alleyway, staring at empty space. "Ayne, are you okay?"

Ayne jumped, and swiveled around to look at him. Her face was flushed, and her silver hair seemed almost like it was shaking. Ben looked at her, puzzled. He didn't understand her expression until he realized she was shaking slightly, and her face looked horrified.

"Ayne! What happened! You were gone for almost 15 minutes!" Ben asked, slightly worried, but more annoyed because it looked like she was smoking a cigarette and seemed worried she had been caught for leaving during their dinner.

It took her moment to come back to reality, when suddenly she shook her head and looked up at Ben straight in the face. "Yeah, I'm really sorry, my mom and I got into a fight, and I needed to calm down for a bit," her tone implied she felt bad, thought Ben could tell she was lying to her. Ben nearly called her on her lie, but something in Ayne's expression told him not to.

"Oh," Ben said, and grabbed her hand, almost to console her. "What was the fight about?"

Ayne looked, and Ben's hand and withdrew hers gently, Ben would have been hurt if she hadn't smiled up at him in apology. He couldn't get passed how beautiful she was. "Just that I'm never home anymore."

"Oh." Ben sighed, and decided to be nice and make Sara happy by letting her daughter come home. "Well maybe you should go home then, we can catch up some other time, and you know, finishes talking about us."

"Yeah, sure." Ayne nodded, and looked back at the empty alleyway.

"Want me to cab with you home?" Ben asked, trying to bring her attention back to him. He couldn't help but feel saddened by her having to go home.

"No, I think I just want to be alone." Ayne muttered, and started to rummage through her purse, pulling out a back of Belmont cigarettes.

"I thought you quit?" Ben asked, shocked she had started up again. He had been sure Ayne had been against smoking by the time they had broken up…

"No, I started back up a couple days after we split. Its the only think that keeps me calm" she laughed, almost as if she were laughing at irony.

"Its bad for your lungs though, especially since you are a dancer" Ben exclaimed, almost feeling the urge to rip the lit cigarette out of her mouth.

"I don't care, all dancers smoke." She mumbled, and looked back down the alley again. This time she shivered, and looked back at Ben. "I need to go home."

"Okay," Ben was about to hug her, but the look on Ayne's face said she didn't want to be touched. "See you soon."

"Bye, Ben," she said and smiled slightly, and was gone, hurrying across the street.

SO! Here is the first chapter to my story!

You get a little taste of the Ayne, Fin, Eaden, and Max, our entirely new characters! I wanted Ayne to be nothing like Clary, so if you have any suggestions to how to make her even more unique let me know :)

There is plenty more to come, next week especially is a big chapter!

Hope you enjoy, review and message me!

-MW