Chapter 6

"Holy, shit." Ayne said staring at the black animals charging right towards them, "Fin what is that!"

And then she felt as a warm arm crashed into her side. For a moment her balance was shaken and she fell to the steps on the church roughly. She could feel a bruise already forming on her thigh from the fall.

"Get inside the church Ayne! Now!" Fin shouted and Ayne found him right in her face searching her body in the pockets of his jacket, and pulled a belt of knives from inside and strapped it around himself quickly. "Nazial," he said, and the blade in his hand lit red and glowed brightly. "Go Ayne!"

"What! NO!" Ayne almost yelled, as the reality of danger set in to her. "I will stay and help!"

"You don't know what or how to deal with those Korrock demons, now get the hell out of here, go! Tell my mother or father!" He yelled, and grabbed another blade, "Arthuria"

Ayne stomped over to Fin looking frantically at the rapidly approaching beasts. It seemed there were 3 of them, and they were grimacing visciously at their figures in the dark. Ayne shivered and gulped nervously. I don't know what that is, but I am not leaving a 17 year old out alone with it…she thought.

"Are you serious?" Fin asked, and frowned at her. Ayne nodded and stood straight showing her readiness. "Stay behind me." He said and began backing away from the building, down the street, toward and alley way. After a moment, once street lamps were gone, and they were away from the building, Fin stopped and looked toward where the animals were, just passing the church. Ayne shivered, knowing the danger she had just agreed to enter herself in.

Fin braced himself as the things approached, now 20 feet in range, and he rasied his arm and flung a glowing knife toward the animal, it flew toward it spinning wildly and then collided, lodging itself into the forehead of the thing. It dropped, skidding and scraping into the ground, and within seconds the thing was lying still, and then it dissolved into dust. Ayne gasped and staggered back in shock and disgust. All that was left of the animal was the black blood soaked into the knife Fin had thrown.

"Ayne watch out!" Fin yelled, and Ayne watched as another figure charged towards her, its red eyes fixed determinedly on her face.

She froze, pinned to where she stood, she couldn't even look at where Fin was, though he sounded like he was fighting the other animal. "Ayne! Please go!" Fin said, sounding struggled and choked. Ayne looked over ans saw him jump 10 feet in the air over the animal's head and lodge another blade into its back. He did it smoothly and graceful like a hunter killing its prey.

And then suddenly, something smashed into Ayne's side, and the air was knocked out of her stiff lungs, and she felt her skin tear as she hit the gravel. All she could hear was growling and snarling, and looked up only to see the face of the animal infront of her and it's red eyes glowing with hate. She also saw hid teeth bared monstrously, and black blood flowing out its mouth. And then the face disappeared and she felt an agonizing pain run through her ribs and liquid poured down her body. The pain was almost too much, and Ayne felt as her head whirled, and her vision blurred.

"Ayne!" She heard a deep voice boom, and then a whistling through the air, and then suddenly the weight on her body was gone, dust settling on her still body. She could hardly see, and liquid oozed down her hands, that she felt clutching her wet side. There was a moment of silence, and then soft warm arms grabbed her body, and a hand skimmed her face, and then her chest. Then there was a gasp, "Oh God," a voice whispered, and then everything went black.

Fin watched as the Korrok trampled Ayne's thin frame to the ground and bucked at her side, throwing her against the brick wall. He flinched at her twisted body being shoved back and forth like a rag doll. She didn't seem to notice the movement, only the face of the creature standing over her. For a small moment they stared at each other, the Korrok growling and Ayne looking at it horrified at the creature. And then suddenly it toar it's thick teeth into her ribs, biting down hard. It was only seconds before Ayne's blood curdling scream ran through his ears, and the Korrok bit down even harder.

Blood soaked through her grey shirt quickly, staining the pavement, and Ayne's hands flew to the wound, and her eyes open wide with shock.

The Korrok demon let go of her body and stood straight about to go and bite her again, when Fin's heart squeezed at the idea of this girl being killed. And then the anger set in, and he grabbed a seraph blade from his belt, and nearly shouted its name, feeling it thrum to life. He ran headlong down the alley, and jumped slightly as he held up his arm to thrust the knife deeply into the Korrok's this black body. And then the blade collided into the demon beasts head, Fin felt as it's body tensed, and he dragged the blade with all his strength down its skin, cutting a huge hole in it's back. The Korrok's body swayed slightly, and then it puffed dissolving into powder.

After a moment, the ashes settle around Ayne, but not on top of her, it was almost as if the dust couldn't touch her…

Fin slowly approached her still form, and gasped at the huge wound on her left side, her shirt ripped apart, and her body soaked with red blood…and black. Demon blood was all over her, and Fin could see it was already seeping into her veins, from the ashen look on her face. He dropped to his knees next to her and looked at her still body. She was tiny… tall but rail thin, her ribs hips full and her legs long and strong. And he face, despite its sick and unconscious look was beautiful. Her chin daintily pointed, and her cheek bones high, her nose small and straight, and her lips full. Fin found himself touched her face softly, and held her body against his, his other hand pressing against her open wound.

Why did he feel so anxious about the gorgeous girl lying unconscious in his arms? It wasn't the first girl he had ever held, and this hadn't been the most naked he had seen a girl either. The thought had Fin's eyes raking across her unscarred skin, along her hips, her flat stomach, and her chest, full, especially considering her thin size. Her shoulders slim, and her collarbones jutting out delicately. Fin had always appreciated collarbones, and they elegant lines they added to women's beauty. As he looked at her still form, his eyes studied the deep wound on her side, it was deep, but didn't seem to have punctured any organs, or broken any ribs. Fin grabbed his stele and marked a iratze below the blood wound, and watched as the black rune disappeared rather then sank into her skin.

"Oh God.." Fin said, and looked closer to the wound.

Black fluid mixed with her red blood, snaking into her skin. Fin lifted her shirt shyly, though it was obvious Ayne was unconscious, and saw that black was already entering her bloodstream. Fin cursed, and rose to his feet, Ayne hanging limply in his arms. He looked around to make sure he was in the clear and started hurtling toward's the Institute, running as fast as he could. When he ran up the steps, he felt Ayne stir, and whimper, and he slowed, rushing through the doors and into the elevator.

"Fin?" Ayne whispered, and her eyes watched him, wildly, like she wasn't really seeing him.

"Shhh, Ayne, it's okay." He whispered horrified. Her skin was already turning a sickly grey and her body was covered in blood. The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and Fin was running toward the library again.

He burst through the door to find everyone just as they were, sitting tensely. His parents turned in expectation, and Sara and Rohen looked upset, Vince looked placid, almost bored.

His mother gasped, and rose to her feet running to his side. "Oh my god, what happened to her!" She almost shouted, and touched her face, and turned worried to Jace. He was already on his feet, grabbing a stele from his jacket pocket.

"That won't do father, she was bitten by a Korrok demon, it's poison is already in her veins." Fin said.

"Fin, give her to me, I will bring her to the infirmary, and then you go call Magnus, and tell him to come as fast as he can, Clary get some herbs brewing, it will help stop the poison from spreading for now, an—"

"Jace, I had a talent for healing when I was in the Clave, I can help" Sara said, and rose to her feet, her face horrified at the sight of her daughter covered in blood. Rohen was on his feet already rushing to Fin's side to take Ayne from him, but Fin resisted, not wanted to give up the girl.

"Please, go get her help, boy" Rohen said, and held out his arms. He was much bigger then Fin had expected, closer to 7 feet then 6, and was thick through the arms, with deep brown hair. He looked superior and noble, and he looked like a Shadowhunter, in ever sense of its definition.

He saw the desperation in the man's eyes and nodded curtly, handing Ayne over gingerly. "Thank you,"

Fin had expected it to be Rohen's voice as he turned to leave and call Magnus, but the voice was soft, and it sounded just like Ayne's. He turned around, goosebumps rising up his arms and saw Sara looking after him anxiously. It had been her who had thanked him. He simply looked at her, and then ran out the door.

He yanked out his cell phone and dialed his uncles' number like it was his own and held it to his ear. It rang three times before a calm and gentle voice answered, "Fin?"

"Alec, I need to talk to Magnus." Fin said, jumping right to the point, this wasn't the time for politeness.

"Has something happened?" Alec asked and shuddered thinking about the blood Ayne had lost.

"There was a Korrok demon attack, on me and the girl I ran into yesterday. The Shadowhunter girl. She was bitten and had a huge wound, we need Magnus's help." Fin said, and was surprised by the anxiety and worry in his voice.

"The one who found you in the alley?" Alec asked, like it was important.

"Yes, now please, get Magnus, tell him he is needed here." Fin urged, anger rising at his uncle's slowness.

"Alright, we will come as fast as we can. Should I tell Eaden?" Alec asked, and Fin's anger receded as he heard the thumping of stairs being run up and Alec's voice wavering with his increase in breath.

"No, she will flip, don't let her come." Fin muttered and looked back toward the library, watching as Rohen walked quickly with Vince (who appeared to have inherited his father's height) and his father at his side. His mother and Sara were racing toward the kitchen, his mother's hair whipping like fire around her.

On the other line he heard a startled gasp and a shout. Finnigan you asshole! Of course I am coming! Eaden shouted from far away.

"Sorry, Fin, she was listening on the other line. We will see you soon." Alec said, and hung up.

Fin snapped his phone shut and took a deep breath. Why was he so shaken by what had happened? Any other day this would have been exciting. When he thought of Ayne though, it seemed he had his answer.

She awakened as abruptly as if she had been having a nightmare. Just as quickly as she had come out of sleep, the pain and aching came too. Her head throbbed, and her stomach seemed to almost pulse with pain. She gasped when she breathed in deeply and found that even breathing was painful.

There was a shuffle of movement from beside her bed, her eyes snapped open to find bright green eyes staring down at her just like she had woken up before. Only this time, red hair didn't frame the face, instead it was golden locks around a golden face. The face was calm, and calculating but the eyes were anxious and worried, and beautiful. Ayne's heart ached, adding to the intense pain she already felt. She whimpered softly.

"Hey there," Fin whispered, and he pulled forward resting a warm hand on hers. "Your alive."

"Unfortunately." Ayne said, her voice hoarse and soundless. She was surprised that Fin's eyes didn't looked amused at her words but almost hurt, like she had hit him.

"Don't say that. It was hard enough trying to save your live, you could at least be grateful." Fin sneared, and Ayne felt her eyes furrow.

"Why would it be difficult to save me life?' She asked, realizing she wasn't quite sure why she was in as much pain as she was.

"Do you not remember?" Fin asked, and his hand disappeared, leaving it tingling.

"Remember what?" Ayne asked, and she tried to sit up, but was hit with a wave of pain.

"Woah, calm down, here let me help you." Fin said and slipped a hand under her waist and hoisted her gently up, so she was sitting.

At first her head spun, and the room blurred, but within a moment her eyes were on Fin again. She felt her body was stiff, like it was wrapped around in something. She looked down to find a thin white shirt covering a canvas fabric around her waist. Ayne touched it and gasped from the pain on her side.

"After you found out about your family, you ran outside the church, and we were attacked by demons, Korrok demons at that. They are nasty beasts, and have a killing poison in their blood. It got inside you after it bit your stomach. We had to call my uncle to save you. I think you lost a litre of blood, but at least the thing didn't chomp down on your liver or snap all your ribs, otherwise, you wouldn't be awake so early." Fin said this in clipped sentences, like he didn't enjoy reliving the story.

"Oh my god. How long have I been out?' Ayne wondered, and looked around herself. The curtains were closed, but through the seems she could see light streaming into the room. She was in the same place she had woke up in before, only there were multiple chairs around her bed, and a tray of what looked like bowls of blood on the table.

"Only about 12 hours actually, Magnus came and worked his magic on you, and your mother has been giving you herbs to help you heal. I was going to put an iratze on you, but your father wouldn't let me." Fin frowned as he looked at the canvas bandage around her and his hand hesitated on the bed, like he wanted to touch her. Ayne flushed and looked away.

"Wow, luckily I don't have dance for another few days, otherwise I would be fucked." Ayne sighed and looked back to Fin when he chuckled in shock. "What?"

"You don't seem much like a cursing sort of person, I'm just surprised." Fin smiled, and Ayne's heart studdered, and her head pounded more intensely.

"Oh, trust me, I'm nothing like what you expect." She said, her voice lingering. Fin's green eyes lit with curiosity.

"You really don't strike me as a rule breaker?" Fin asked.

"I am very illegal, I mean I go to an arts school, everyone there is hipster and creative." Ayne said, thinking about the quirky people that roamed the halls of her school.

"Meaning?" Fin asked, from the look on his face, he clearly had no idea what that entailed. Right, she thought, Demon hunter.

"I dunno… Like retro clothes, everyone there is artistic, driven. And I swear 3 quarters of them smoke major amounts of tree." Ayne laughed.

"Tree?" Fin laughed, "Who in their right mind would smoke a tree?"

Ayne giggled, "Not a real tree silly, like pot, you know? Weed?"

"Oh," Fin blushed and looked away embarrassed. "Do you smoke weed?"

Ayne looked to the door, to make sure her parents wouldn't walk in. "Yep, you saw me with the cigarettes, I'm quite taken with inhaling toxic substances into my much needed lungs."

"That's not good for you, you know." Fin advised, clearly worried that she was doing something so taboo.

"Nah, I don't care. What don't Shadowhunters do anything naughty like that?" She smiled, and Fin looked almost dazed.

"No, never. We live for the law."

"Oh, well maybe you know, once I'm out of the sick ward, I can show you the ropes of mundane fun."

"I'd like that." Fin whispered, and Ayne's heart thumped painfully again.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. Ayne's eyes flitted to the sound and was shocked to see a striking tall brunette girl walk inside.

"Fin, your parents want to see you." The girl said, and he voice was insanely sultry and smooth.

As Ayne appraised her, she decided this was exactly the sort of girls she wished she was. Striking, and instead of tall and lanky, but tall and curvy with a tiny waist, and hips. The girl that stood infront of her was wearing a bright red dress that fit her perfect figure and a blue velvet blazer over it, and huge black heels that only increased her height. Her heavy curtain of black hair swung to her middle back as she strutted confidently into the room.

"Oh! The mundie is awake!" she girl said and her curved eyebrows shot up, making her wolf-life white blue eyes seem curious.

"Eaden, she isn't a mundane, she is the daughter of a Shadowhunter." Fin said, and rolled his eyes.

"Regardless, she wasn't exactly raised like us." Eaden shrugged and held out her hand and looked at Ayne happily. "Hi, I'm Eaden!"

"Ayne," She muttered, and dropped her eyes back to the shoes Eadan wore. "I have wanted a pair of Jimmy's for so long. Those are amazing."

Eaden glowed, and Ayne felt herself shrink to two inches. This girl was stunning. "Finally, a girl that appreciates shoes. I mean my dad Magnus is a fashion guru, but my other dad Alec is hardly into fashion at all. And Clary would rather die then talk clothes, and Izzy only cares about what looks more deadly," She ranted.

Ayne wasn't sure who Izzy was but was sure she would find out soon.

"Ignore her. She only cares about superficial things in life." Fin smirked when he saw Eaden through him a nasty glare.

"Shoes are hardly superficial. They are a work of art." Eaden snapped, and looked back to Ayne. "Boys."

Ayne laughed at this and felt herself relax. Eaden reminded her of Quinn who was bubbling with life and energy. Though Quinn was blonde and beautiful, she hardly compared to Eaden and her exotic looks.

"So yeah, Fin, your parents want to see you." She repeated, and sat down on Ayne's bed as if they were best friends. "I will keep her company don't worry."

Fin looked back and forth between the two girls and strolled out, slamming the door behind him.

"So, I hear you have some naughty faerie blood inside you?" Eaden asked and her eerie eyes appraised her again.

"Apparently." Ayne sighed. "Are you Fin's cousin?"

"Sure am! Fin's father and my father are best friends and brothers by law. I guess me and Fin aren't related by blood but still." Eaden shrugged.

"Yeah, I know. Hey I guess we both have adopted parents though!" Ayne said, thinking about her two fathers.

Eaden furrowed her eyes brows in confusion, "What makes you think that?" she laughed.

"Well you have two dads. Clearly they didn't make you." Ayne felt like she was rummaging around in business that wasn't hers by Eaden didn't seem bothered.

"Actually, you are wrong about that. One of my dads is a warlock. A while back he got his hands on an ancient spell book and found a spell that can create children from combining blood. My dads put their blood together, and so then I was born. So I am actually their child."

Ayne's mind whirled, and she gaped at her. "That's….wow."

"Yeah. It is pretty interesting having two fathers. Its fun. But I mean the perks are that they are immortal and I'm not. And unfortunately within in the next couple years I'm actually going to look older then my parents." She sighed and looked at Ayne and then at the window. "This room sucks the life out of me. No wonder you are still recovering. Mind if I open the windows?"

"No, not at all." Ayne whispered, still gaping at the information Eaden had just given her.

Eaden got to her feet fluidly, and ripped the blinds open. Light shined in and Ayne covered her eyes as she let them adjust.

It was a beautiful day, it seemed. Those days that hardly ever actually happened in New York. There was a fresh breeze, and there were big healthy looking clouds in the bright blue sky. It was the perfect temperature outside, dry and warm.

"Mm, sunlight." Eaden whispered and smiled to herself. She turned her blue eyes back onto Ayne suddenly, and appraised her yet again. "How are you feeling?"

Ayne thought for a moment, and realized the aching had receded to some degree, and her stomach no longer pulsed. "Better, I mean, I'm not fine, but I already feel better."

"Your mother sure has a talent for brewing up some remedies. They had to shove them down your throat but they sure as hell helped. I mean my dad took out the poison and healed your wounds, but they take a big toll on mundane—sorry—Shadowhunters that are untrained."

Ayne nodded, and looked around for clothes. "I kind of want to get up. Do you know where my clothes are?"

Eaden shrugged, "They were blood soaked rags when your mom and Clary took them off you. To be honest they are probably gone."

"Damn." Ayne scrunched her nose, and looked down at herself. The blouse she wore must have been a pajama shirt because it was plain and thin and hardly meant to be worn in public. She looked under the sheet and saw her legs were bare and bruised purple.

"I can lend you some stuff. I mean you have bigger boobs them me, but we are around the same height." Eaden said.

Ayne looked at her light she was crazy. Same height? Eaden must have been close to 6 feet.

"The heels add like 6 inches I swear. I am 5'7 like you." Eaden said, and smiled, coming around the bed to offer a hand.

Ayne took her arm and fought the urge to cry as she got to her feet. "Are all Shadowhunter's so attentive to detail's like someone's height?"

"Yes, but more so me, because I like to make sure that the girl my cousin is so infallibly taken with is pretty enough." Eaden muttered, and steadied Ayne as she wobbled on her feet. "Luckily, you are gorgeous otherwise I would have to kick your mundane ass."

Ayne looked at her in shock at what she was saying and then flushed.

Fin walked down the hall toward where Ayne was resting, thinking about what his parents had just informed him with.

Ayne's parents had left after 3 in the morning, realizing they had to go pick up their daughter, from their babysitters. Rohen had seemed full of worry, and Sara was clearly guilt stricken. Vince had left with them reluctantly after meeting the beautiful Eaden. Fin had laughed, and rolled his eyes at Eaden who smiled mischievously at him before approaching Vince.

Even in simple jeans and a light shit, Eaden looked like a goddess. Vince towered over her and was probably handsome to her eyes, but seemed plain in comparison to Eaden's striking presence. But something in Vince's smirk and the way he held himself told Fin that maybe he wasn't one of the fools that Eaden like to play around with.

"Just like Isabelle." Clary had laughed as she watched Eaden stroll over.

"Is that what she did to Simon?" Fin had asked, still watching Eaden.

"Absolutely. Only she got a little heart broken herself, when Simon admitted to seeing her and another girl at the same time. It was awful but pretty hilarious at the same time." Clary had laughed even more then at the memory.

Fin had smiled, and walked away, back toward where Ayne was resting.

He had sat next to her all night, worrying every time she stirred in her sleep. His father had come in more then once, always confused to still find his son sitting by Ayne's side, and always suggested for him to go to sleep. Every time thought, Fin refused. He had told himself that he had gotten the poor girl hurt and it was his fault, so it was his responsibility. But deep down, Fin had realized it wasn't the only reason.

He approached Ayne's room and heard muffled voices on the other side. Fin breathed in deeply and then opened the door, thinking he would find her in bed, and Eaden ignoring her presence, because she thought she was superior to everything but herself, but instead found them laughing and looking through clothes.

For a moment, he thought that Ayne was wearing a white fitted dress, but instead realized that she was naked aside from a bra and underwear and the bandage on her side.

Naked.

Her shoulders bare, as well as her stomach which showed only the slight outline of straight ribs. Her hips only covered by black underwear, but perfectly curved and smooth, and her legs….her legs went on forever, like and endless long line of ivory.

Naked.

Fin couldn't help but feel the burning urge to run over and kiss her perfect lips.

"Fin! GET OUT YOU PERV!" Eaden shouted, snapping him out of his reverie of fantasies.

"Jesus, shit, sorry." Fin muttered, and looked at Ayne who was blushing but not even trying to cover her body. She laughed to herself, her slim body shaking slightly.

Fin's stomach clenched with yerning, and felt as Eaden's strong hands shoved him out the door. And then she was gone.

"Fin, you gross creep! You are supposed to knock dipshit!" Eaden yelled. "By the Angel," he heard her voice drop to a normal level, "you'd think he has never seen a girl in her undies before…"

Not one like that before… Fin thought. A shiver shot down his spin at the thought it.

"Can I come in now?" Fin snapped back into focus, knocking on the door just to please Eaden. "I need to speak to Ayne."

"She is currently stark naked, Fin. So maybe just wait until she is dressed, otherwise the site of a completely naked girl might kill you. And we wouldn't want that now would we?" Eaden's voice came from the other side of the door.

Fin blushed, and waited for the door to be open.

"This, put this on, its pretty!" Eaden's voice came a moment later.

Eaden, sharing clothes… She must really like Ayne. Or maybe she was just in a charitable mood.

"Does it look okay?" Ayne's soft, and kind voice sounded. She no longer sounded half asleep, she sounded very alive, and almost worried, anxious that she didn't look okay.

Fin could hardly understand that, because he couldn't imagine that this girl couldn't look anything but beautiful.

"I mean you don't look half dead anymore, and you definitely don't look up to your full pontential." Eaden said, as if this pained her. "But you look okay, yes."

"Okay." Ayne said hesitantly.

"You can come in now, Fin." Eaden snarled.

Fin took a deep breath and opened the door again, his heart pounding.

He found Eaden standing with her hands on her hips, her black hair framing her angry looking face, and then Ayne in ragid torn shorts, and a soft ivory blouse, that rippled in pletes around her body. Her hair was no longer in its disorderly bun at the back of her head, but softly flowing around her shoulders to her waist. It was a nice contrast, the olive ivory skin against the creamy shirt and then her silver hair, all in a medley of patterns. And then there were her eyes, shining like hyacinths at him shyly.

"Eaden, you should probably go get into more appropriate clothing, we are going to meet the Silent Brothers," Fin said casually, as if them visiting the Silent City was a normal occurrence.

Eadan gave a little gasp, and shivered. "The Silent Brothers?"

Fin nodded, and looked at Ayne's confused face, amusement crossed his face at her endaring way of trying to look like she understood. "The Silent Brothers are Shadowhunter guardians of sorts that conquer the runes skill and the ways of the mind. They are seriously unearthing men."

"They are nasty. Sorry, I know they do great things and are like knowledgeable beyond anything I can imagine but, by the Angel, they creep the hell out of me."

"Shut up, they are the most honorable people you will meet in your life." Fin snapped, though he had to admit to himself they were very uncomfortable to think about.

"Why do you have to go there?" Ayne asked, speaking to Fin for the first time. She seemed to speak more softly to him then usual.

"Not just Eaden and I, but you, as well." Fin said amusement still in his voice.

Ayne gasped, and looked at Eaden who was gaping at Fin, in astonishment. "Why?' Eaden asked.

"Because of what happened last night and because of her questionable parents—not Sara and Rohen—but your real parents." Fin said mildly, as if this was obvious. He watched as Ayne's face relaxed slightly.

"Why would they care?" She asked softly, and came around the bed to stand beside Eaden. They had very similar builds, slim, curved, but Ayne seemed to be more flattering in her curves, which was subtler, and much more bony then Eaden.

Eaden cleared her throat and looked at Ayne pointedly. Fin jumped realizing that he must have not answered her.

"Ayne, you may be decented from the Fair Folk and of Nephilim. That combination isn't exactly very common." Fin said.

Ayne's light eyebrows shot up. "So they want to meet me? And do what ask me questions I don't know the answer to? That hardly is going to help them in their quest of all conquering knowledge…" Ayne muttered sarcastically.

Fin grinned, "Oh they wont ask." Something in Fin's tone must have set Ayne on edge for she shivered like cool hair had prickled its way up her back.

Eaden sighed, "Well I guess I will go change," she pouted and left the room.

Fin didn't watch her go as Ayne did, clearly with some jealousy. Though he couldn't quite understand why she would be jealous, she was just as wonderful to look at as Eaden.

"Don't wish you were her. She may look like a goddess, but she has the temper of a bull, and squishes anything she doesn't like into a fine pulp." Fin said laughing to himself as he thought of how Ayne's brother would be squished if he kept following Eaden like a puppy.

"I can't help but be jealous of how poised she is, how collected she is." Ayne sighed, and walked closer to Fin, until he could hear her breathing.

"I'm pretty sure she inherited that from our Aunt Isabelle. She is fiercer then even Eaden." Fin said, and gestured for her to leave the room. Ayne walked pass, soundlessly, and peeked her bright eyes up at him, curiously. They moment their eyes met, she looked away. Fin's heart squeezed but he ignored it, "How are you feeling?"

"Better, but my side still hurts quite a bit." Ayne said and brushed a fair skinned hand across her ribs.

"Do you want anything to eat? Drink?" Fin asked politely, walking in pace with her.

"Um, coffee, coffee would be fantastic." She smiled. She had a straight set of teeth that stretched wide across her face. Fin had always loved wide straight smiles…..

"Coffee it is." He smiled, but noticed with some embarrassment that his voice was shaky.

They walked to the kitchen in companiable silence, every once in a while their arms would brush and Fin would look over at her, only to catch her looking at him.

Her eyes, every time he saw, were curious, bursting with inquisitions. They were flecked with gold, Fin had noticed the third time he caught her looking at him. One dark ring of purple and then the rest a mixture of cream, lavender, and gold. From a distance they would appear blue, but once you saw her up close, they were distinctly the lavender in hyacinths.

The fifth time he noticed her watching him, they had arrived at the empty kitchen. Ayne gasped quietly, and her face flushed red.

"Am I that handsome that you want to look at me every chance you get?" Fin asked, knowing his comment would annoy her.

But he was wrong and laughed, though he noticed there was a slight tinge of petulance in her laugh. "I was looking at your eyes. They are like emerald stones."

"I was looking at your eyes too. They sure are a unique colour." Jace said, and grabbed a mug and began to pour the coffee.

"Yeah, my faerie eyes." She said it as if she hated the idea. "Black, is good."

Fin stared down at the crème he was about to pour in a stopped, handing it to Ayne. "Your like my mother, black. Though she likes it with sugar."

"I dirnk mine with maple syrup actually, but I need the caffeine not the sugar." She said and sipped at the coffee. "Wow, you make it strong."

"Again my mother." Fin smiled.

"Fin! FIN! FIN!" yelled, a tiny little voice from far away. "Finny!"

It approached surprisingly fast for something that sounded so surprisingly young. Fin set his coffee cup down and started strolling, a huge smile, so beautiful Ayne almost gasped, and walked to the edge of the kitchen entrance.

"Finny!" cried the voice again, and suddenly, the voice rounded the corner, revealing a tiny little girl who looked even younger then Cornellia.

She resembled Fin quite a bit, but was probably exactly what Clary looked like when she was young. She girl didn't have fiery red hair like Clary though, and instead was a pretty strawberry blonde and was so wildly curly it seemed to make her a little taller. She was fair, and only kissed by a little freckles, and had a round angelic looking face. And just like Jace had bright golden eyes. She wore a pretty white dress that made her look even more childish, and had black paten leather shoes. The small girl ran straight for Fin, a look of pure joy on her face, and Ayne watched as Fin crouched down to pick her up and hold her to him.

"What is it Madeleine?" Fin smiled at her with something Ayne had not yet seen on his face. Loving adoration so strong, she wished her family showed so much affection to her.

"Did you hear! Mummy is having a baby! Another baby! A little, pretty, cute, baby!" Madeleine smiled, and Fin laughed.

Ayne just looked at them in shock. "Yeah, so I've heard. Let's hope it's a boy so I don't have to be around a little rat like you all the time." Fin's words seemed harsh for a small girl like Madeleine, but he winked, and gave her a loving kiss on the cheek.

"At least, I don't have to baby sit the little wailing thing." Madeleine smiled deviously at Fin, who frowned thinking clearly that he would have to be taking care of the baby.

"You will be 9 by then. You'll have to help too." Fin said, and turned to Ayne.

"Not likely." Chirped the little girl.

So this girl is 8… Ayne looked at her and saw why she would be. She was slender, and her words implied maturity, but her size was so small..

"Oh!" Madeleine looked at Ayne in shock, as if she hadn't noticed her standing there. "Finny, is this the girl everyone talking about?"

"Yep, the very one." Fin said, and smiled at Ayne as if he were proud.

"Gosh, she is pretty." Madeleine said and squirmed down from Fin's arms. She walked confidently over to Ayne and held out a little hand smiling. "I'm Madeleine Celine Lightwood, pleased to meet you!"

Ayne bent down, wincing slightly at the pain in her side, and shook the little girls hand. Madeleine grinned hugely, "Pleased to meet you too. I'm Ayne Harryo Roselin."

"She doesn't look like a mundane, Finny. She looked far too pretty even for a faerie. Don't you think?" Madeleine asked and looked knowingly between Ayne an Fin.

"Yes, far too pretty for a faerie." Fin smiled, looking at Ayne. Her heart stuttered and she blushed, letting go of Madeleine's hand.

"Thanks." Ayne whispered, and grabbed her coffe and gulped it down quickly.

Madeleine looked at Fin, thought he didn't notice, and back and Ayne, and smiled. "Gosh, so pretty. Like a doll." Fin spat some coffee he had drank and laughed hysterically.

"Madeleine, is there something mom sent you hear to tell me?" Fin asked.

"Not really! Well, she did mention to help Ayne with her injury, and to come straight come after your visit to wherever you are going, but she didn't send me here to say it…"

"Sure she didn't."

"Any chance you will tell me where your going?" She asked, her angel-like face cooed sweetly at her brother.

"No."

The little girl pouted, like how Cornellia did when she didn't get what she wanted, and Ayne almost laughed. It was so endearing seeing young kids did that.

"Fine." Madeleine snarled, still sounding adorable. "Please be careful. You too Ayne, your face is to pretty to scratch up."

At that Madeleine pranced out of the room, racing back toward where she had come from.

"And now you've met Madeleine." Fin smiled.

"She sure is full of spirit." Ayne laughed, watching as Fin rinsed out his mug and walked over to her gracefully.

"Yes, but not in an annoying way, the way normal siblings might piss of their brothers. She keeps to herself, but loves everyone she knows. She is sort of the light of the Institute." Fin said, and turned as a clatter of heels pounded against the stone floor.

"I can tell," Ayne said, though she wasn't sure if Fin had heard her. She followed Fin around the corner to see Eaden in a bright red blouse that hung around her shoulders loosely, and silvery shimmering shorts that were loose around her thin legs. The clatter they had heard came from her black beautiful heels strapped to her feet. Ayne was shocked again by her beauty.

It wasn't until they approached closer that she noticed that tall lean boy walked beside her.

He reminded to her of Vince, tall, lean, and dark haired, but as they came closer, she noticed that his skin was fair, and his face was long, unlike Vince. He had deep brown hair, and peachy skin, darker then hers. He had a long thin face, and narrow black eyes and a long mouth and long neck with broad shoulders. He was very lanky, but very very handsome. Not as bright and obvious as Fin, but in a more subtle and sultry way. He seemed to almost lurk as he walked.

When Eaden and the boy stopped in front of them, she noticed as smirk was on his face.

In his dark eyes, there seemed to be a calm fierceness, and focus. His face seemed completely devoid of anything but calm and focus.

"Max." Fin said, and looked at Ayne, and she realized she was staring at him, gaping. He was so handsome. "Eaden you brought Max?"

"Fin, why is it that in any way surprising? Let alone a question you need to eve ask?" Max asked, his calmness showing even more in his softly husky voice. His dark eyes drifted over to Ayne, and then back to Fin, and then he nodded. "Oh, nevermind."

"He is obviously coming to the Silent City." Eaden said, and looked at Ayne, as if informing her. Seeming to realized something she started and smiled, "Oh, Ayne, how ruse of us. Introductions are in order, Ayne this is our cousin Max Lightwood, and Max this is Ayne."

Max held out a hand and Ayne shook it, "Pleasure." He nodded, and dropped his hand, looking at Fin with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, you too." Ayne mumbled, confused by the clearly silent conversation Fin and Max seemed to be having.

There was an tense silence before Eaden broke it and looked at her watch. "We had better go, Brother Yui is expecting us in 30 minutes. Clary said that they are getting us in carriages, Max and I will go in the first. See you there" Eadan said, and as she grabbed Max's arm she winked at me and then they were gone.

"The next carriage will be here any minute." Fin said, without a bit of warmth he had in his voice before. He started to walk in the direction where Ayne thought they had entered in, but her memories of the previous day seemed to be blurry.

The pain I her side had faded more and more as the day had went on, but it still hurt to breath too much. The thought of where they were going next sent shivers down her spine. Though she didn't understand how the Clave, the Shadowhunters, or the apparent Silent Brothers worked, she had a sinking feeling that where they were headed was bound to be unpleasant.

"Come on!" Fin snapped, already half way down the hall. Ayne jumped and ran after him, wincing with every step as pain shot through her body. When she reach him, tears were in her eyes, and she was holding her side. "Maybe next time, don't run."

Ayne looked at him, and frowned, "You don't seem to eager on waiting for the once almost dead girl. Besides running isn't so bad…" She said, and lightly massaged her wound.

Fin looked at her for a moment, and sighed, the iciness in his golden glare melted and he returned to normal. "Does it really hurt, or are you just putting on a brave face?"

Ayne thought for a moment, and decided that lieing probably wouldn't do her any good. When she sighed, and frowned, Fin grinned.

"I knew you weren't as tough as you looked." Fin winked and withdrew the stele he had showed her yesterday. "Now I know your dad didn't want me to do this, but you seem to sort of need it."

Ayne watched as he gently brought her arm up into his. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to put a healing run on you so help the pain. It will burn a bit, and it scars, but its not ugly, it is pretty in a way." Fin whispered, and gulped as he pressed the stele to her arm.

The way he moved the stele back and forth over her arm was as if he were an artist taking care and time to finish his masterpiece. The rune was familiar, it was the same twisted gentle design as the one that Fin had drawn on himself the first time she had met him. The burn was hardly noticeable, only a dull stinging. When Fin was done, he pulled away examining his handy work. After looking carefully his hand—warm and soft—ran down her forearm as if trying to feel the skin for its softness.

"You have an artist's eye." Ayne stated, and noticed that Fin blushed, and ran a strong hand through his golden hair.

"My mother's an artist, on the side."

Ayne smiled, and felt as the pain her side all but disappeared. Her head seemed to clear as the pain receded, and it was almost as if her memories of last night became clearer. "Wow," she said, and felt her side, shocked that to touch it no longer caused her pain.

"Its amazing how well an iratze rune works," Fin said, and looked toward the end of the hall. His eyes raked over her and he took her hand gently. "We should hurry."

Electricity singed through her fingers, and his hand wrapped around hers, and they walked further down the hall.

Heres another one! It is super long (sorry) and I am going to be honest, I didnt thoroughly proof read, so there may be mistakes! Just ignore them, and I will edit them soon :)

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-MW