Chapter 3

Ayne smiled to herself as she ran out the studio, obviously still a little flushed from the work she put into her solo. She seemed so pleased she almost smacked into the door instead of opening it. She stumbled out the door, dropping her Ipod, and phone out of her hands, and then tripping over them like a baby tripped over their own feet.

Someone barked out a loud laugh, and seemed to choke on it quickly. Ayne's head snapped toward the sound and found Finnigan, smiling at her with fierce amusement in his gorgeous green eyes.

"Now that was graceful." He laughed, and walked over to pick her things up for her. If there was anything his father had taught him that had been the most use for him, it was chivalry in the presence of women.

Ayne's eyes were wide, and she was frozen in place from the sight and shock of the boy standing in front of her. "Here," he said, and handed her, her phone and Ipod. Ayne's hands unconsciously went out and grabbed them, her eyes still on Finnigan, still shocked.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered, her voice shaky.

"My mother asked me to come find you. So here I am." Finnigan smiled condescendingly, and shrugged as if him being at Ayne's dance studio was no large feat.

"How on earth did you find me?" Ayne asked, her voice angry now, in response to his tone.

"Don't worry about that. I think we have something else we should do first. Introductions seem to be in order?" he said it as if it were a question and looked at her, waiting.

Ayne raised her eyebrows in expectation. "I already know your name Finnigan."

"But I don't know yours," Finnigan smiled, "and call me Fin."

Ayne sighed, and crossed her arms. Fin didn't seem to mean her any harm, so she decided after a moment's spectualtion she would tell him a real name and not a fake one. "Ayne."

"Ayne?" Fin asked, almost shocked by the name. "Do mundanes no longer carry last names or are you just a rare exception?"

Ayne laughed humorlessly, and glared at him. "My name is Ayne, Ayne Rosselin. What's it to you jackass?"

"Pretty name, for a pretty girl." He smiled. "Too bad you aren't as nice as you look. And I'm merely curious, to answer your question."

Ayne's muted anger flared at he newest intended insult. "Not nice? Are you kidding me? I was trying to help yesterday, and you tried to stick me with a freaking knife? What kind of person does that? You should feel awful for what you did! I was being a nice person and all I get is a crazy teenage murderer trying to kill me!"

"I thought you were going to cast a spell on me, I couldn't help but defend myself." Fin shrugged, and pulled out his phone, looking at the time. "We should probably go. I mean you have things to do, I have things to do. So why don't I just bring you back to my mother, and then you can chat and then we can go our separate ways? How does that sound to you?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Ayne almost shouted at him, and then blushed as she saw a man walking past them look at her strangely. Almost like she was crazy.

Fin laughed in front of her.

"Can they not see you?" Ayne asked quietly, softly. She had realized again, that Fin, didn't seem crazy, and something in the pit of her stomach said he wasn't.

"No, they can't. Mundanes can't see Shadowhunters. Which is what makes you so perculiar. A mundie like you shouldn't be able to see me… Unless you aren't a mundie at all. That's why I have to bring you to see my mother." Fin explained, and started to walk north up Broadway.

Ayne contemplated running away that moment, and going either home, or to see Quinn like she planned, but her intuition flickered and it told her that Fin would be showing up wherever she went regardless. Fin stopped and turned around to look at her, and waved her forward. The sun hit his eyes suddenly, and they almost shone out beams of light, his light blonde hair shimmered slightly. Ayne took in a deep breath and sighed, looking toward where Quinn was probably waiting, annoyed.

"Come, mundane, either way you are going to meet my mother eventually." He muttered, and watched as Ayne started walking toward him quickly. Fin smiled happily, and looked to the busy street ahead of him, and then to the alleyway they were just passing. He dipped inside to Ayne's surprise, and seconds later came back out. Though he looked no different, she immediately notice the black mark that was on his palm and frowned in confusion.

"Taxi!" he shouted, and a yellow taxi quickly pulled over within seconds.

"I thought people couldn't see you?" she asked, shocked.

"Not with this on." He said, and showed his marked hand to her. "I will explain later….Maybe."

Ayne sighed, and hopped into the cab. "729, Caroll Street, Brooklyn. I know I don't want to hear it. Just drive." Fin growled, sensing the cab driver's anger at the far drive.

"You live in Brooklyn?" Ayne frowned. She didn't know Brooklyn well and didn't like the idea of having to find her way home from there.

"Why? Does little Mr. Upper East Side feel embarrassed going all the way into the pit of the unwealthy?" Fin asked, his tone implying all sorts of mean things.

"Not quite. I was thinking more of where I might be going and how I was going to find my way home with only 20 dollars in cab money. Obviously you weren't thinking of that when you came and ruined my day though, were you?" Ayne snapped, and glared a the beautiful boy sitting in front of her.

"Oh. Well my mother will compensate you for the trouble." Fin sounded confident in that, and so Ayne calmed down some, and stared out the window as they crossed the Williamsburgh Bridge.

Many minutes passed, and many sighs passed between the two of them. Ayne was still fuming slightly, and was even worried about what was going to happen to her. But Fin seemed trustworthy.

After almost 30 minutes of driving, Ayne was starting to wonder where they were going. When she looked over to ask Fin, she caught him staring at her curiously. Fin's eyes widened and his face flushed for being caught staring.

"Sorry, you just don't looked like your everyday mundane," he said, and his voice quieted on the word mundane.

Ayne caught on quickly, and her eyebrows furrowed by what he meant by that. "Where are we?" She asked, confused by her foreign surroundings. She was usually excellent with direction, but now, she couldn't tell if she was north, west, east, or south.

"We are here, actually." He said, and pointed to what looked like an old rickety church with a roof much in need for repair.

Ayne looked at Fin like her was crazy again, and Fin laughed, handed the money to the cab driver, and hopped out of the car. Ayne fallowed quickly, and stared at the church.

"You live in a church?' Ayne asked, clearly surprised.

"What do you see when you look at the church?" Fin asked, gesturing to the tall building in front of them.

"I see, sand stone, beige brick, and a bad roofing job. Looks like a pretty dumpy place to live in if you ask me…"Ayne whispered to herself.

"Focus on the church, maybe try squinting your eyes. Try and look through the church." Fin said, and Ayne saw as he watched her intently, like he was waiting for something.

"It's a brick building, how am I supposed to—" Ayne began to complain, but Fin interjected quickly.

"Just try." He said nicely. Ayne looked at him strangely, his tone making her suspicious. With one more glare Ayne looked to the building, squinted her eyes and stared at the building.

For a moment, the church looked the same as before, and just as Ayne was about to give up, it almost shimmered, and suddenly the Church looked perfectly new. The bricks were worn, but looked ancient rather then ruined, the windows no longer barred but covered in stained glass, and the roof, looked brand new. Ayne gasped in shock, her hand flying up to her mouth.

"How! But—the—the roof—and—holy shit—how is that even—the windows!" Ayne sputtered out half words, her sentence making no sense.

Fin, laughed in surprised, and shock that she had actually been able to break past the spell.

"It's a glamour. A spell that makes the church look old, and unsafe, so knowone tries getting in." Fin, explained, and began scaling up the steps, taking out a key from his pocket. "Come on."

Ayne was watching the church in astonishment, and snapped out of her amazed reverie when she heard the doors unlock. She raced up the stairs and into the church.

It was just like any other church, rows and rows of pews, candles lit, the light faintly dim from the lack of lights being turned on. Ayne followed Fin as they walked down the isle, to the back of the room, where an elevator sat waiting for them, already open. Fin went inside, and ushered Ayne to follow him. Ayne hesitated slightly, she didn't like elevators.

"Listen mundie, I'm not going to slit your throat in here. I seriously don't mean you any harm." Fin said, and waved her in again, slightly annoyed.

Ayne took a deep breath and stepped in. "Firstly," she said as the doors shut, and she stopped, her stomach clenching as the compartment lurched upwards, "I have a name. And its not mundane or girl, or mundie. It's Ayne. A, Y, N, E. And secondly, I don't like elevators, hence the hesitation."

Fin chuckled. "Are you named after the mundane author?" He asked, clearly ignoring her statement.

Ayne started and looked at him in surprised. She was shocked that he had come to that conclusion so quickly. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"My mother makes my sister and I read mundane books. Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged was one of her favorite books," Fin explained in a nonchalant cadence, looking up at the door expectantly. Just on queue, the elevator dinged and opened.

The room they entered was dark and gloomy, with pilar scaling the walls like ancient Greek buildings, a dim light coming from lights above them.

"Perdy?" Fin called, and was greeted by a fat grey Persian cat meowing as he strolled toward them. Fin bent down and stroked the cat gently, and pat it's head. "Perdy where's my mother?'

The cat, who was clearly Perdy stared at him for a moment, and then began walking down the hall to a fork where the room when two directions, one leading to stairs, and another lead to a brightly lit hallway.

"Are we following your cat to your mother?" Ayne asked, confused.

"Of course. We don't want just anyone coming up here," he said this as if it were a given, something beyond obvious.

Ayne rolled her eyes and looked around herself. The walls in the hall were now sheathed in dark forest green velvet, and crown molding lining the walls, a chandelere hanging extravagantly over head.

After a minute or so of wandering down halls, the Persian trotting ahead of them, the cat came to stop infront of an ornately careved set of doors, and meowed. "Go back on guard," Fin ordered, and Ayne watched as the cat ran back down where they had came.

"He always thinks I am going to give him food for everything he does for the family." Fin rolled his eyes, and knocked the big door, and then pushed it open. "Mom?"

"Oh! Fin, you are here! I thought you would be going home!" said a woman facing away from them, with bright curly red hair, and a black suit on. She was thin like Ayne, and spoke softly, but with more confidence then Ayne did. "Did you have any luck finding that girl?"

Fin looked to Ayne and back to his mother. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Look what I found," he mumbled and stared at his mother, waiting for her to turn around.

"What?" asked the woman, and she spiraled around, revealing a pretty smiling fair freckled face, and green eyes just like Fin's. Green eyes that when from happy to shocked in a split second. "Madeleine…" she whispered, "You're alive!"

And there is another chapter! I figured that since I have so much written already, I could do more then one a week :)

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