A/N: Welp, even though this story isn't as popular as Through My Eyes, or Alec's Story, I really wanted to continue it~ I hope that you enjoy this chapter. P.S., every chapter will be about two or three pages long at least, four or five at most.


Chapter Two

The next morning, my head pounded. I looked up, trying to see the alarm clock on my nightstand. Five twenty am? Well, better than I normally do, I thought to myself as I lazily sat up from my warm bed. My hand almost instinctively reached for my forehead, as I felt the pounding sensation against my hand. Just as I could find a way to properly stand up and not fall back onto my bed, I went over to my dresser and threw on a blue plaid flannel shirt and walked downstairs with my fluffy rainbow slippers Jacie had gotten me for my eighteenth birthday. It had been a year since then, but they were already falling apart from me training in them. Purple threads trailed behind my feet just as the red and green did. Though, that didn't matter. I did like my slippers, and they still kept my feet warm, so what was the point getting rid of them?

My eyes glanced at our kitchen table lined with more fast food. Just looking at any of us, we didn't look like we ordered it often, but Jacie did in fact love it over Isiah's failed attempts at cooking. Half the time, I didn't even enter the kitchen to fake eating his food, for fear that it would attack me. And believe me, I am not a fighter.

This time, though, Jacie was sitting at the table, eating an egg McMuffin. She looked quite content with it, and patted the seat across from her.

With her mouth full, she called, "Alexandria! Get your butt over here! I have hash browns!"

I chuckled a bit and walked over to the seat and sat down, taking one of the wrapped-up hash browns she was extending to me. After I unwrapped it, I bit into it, not realizing that it was blazing hot. How Jacie could keep food warm with just her body heat was impossible for me to fathom.

She pushed a glass of water towards me, and I downed it quickly. A flash of me drinking something from a small, darkened glass. My eyes shot open, and I noticed Jacie with a concerned look on her face, Isiah with the same expression. They watched me, while I just tried to hide my face with my black hair.

"Hehe . . ." I pushed my bangs over my eyes and ran out of the room.

"Nice bra, Alex!" Isiah shouted jokingly. I just ran back to my room and hid under the covers, hoping no one would come into my room.

I looked into my mirror a minute later, and noticed that my bra was showing through my overly-loose tank top. I pulled it back into its proper place, and sat down on my bed. It was at that moment that I noticed something. A light bite mark near my collarbone. I almost felt my heart race as I picked up my cell phone and noticed that I had about three texts.

Hey, Alex? Can you come over tomorrow, maybe?

Are you there?

Well, meet me at my place tomorrow. I want to see you again.

My head was beginning to pound again. Who had texted me? A flash of glitter and two eyes that looked to be of a cat traveled through my mind. I looked back at my phone, then at myself in the mirror again. Almost instantly I was in black skinny jeans and a blue tank top, a black and blue flannel shirt buttoned up over it. I pulled on my thick soled black boots, taking my phone before I ran out of the Institute to the address that had been sent to me through the texts.

Once I had reached an area with clusters upon clusters of apartments, I went to the middle apartment. I went up to the door nervously, and stared at the door. I wondered what was going on behind the door, and if I was interrupting anything.

Pressing the buzzer once, I heard an annoyed groan come from the person inside the house. My bangs drifted into my face from the breeze, but I suddenly pushed them out of the way when a woman in a silky, lingerie-like nightshirt that was only see-through and a black and pink lacy thong answered the door. She looked hungover, with smudges of black makeup around her eyes and glitter trailing down her neck. Her brown waves of hair tumbled down her curved, tan back. My legs shook slightly as I swallowed hard, and looked back up into her eyes.

The green-gold color intensified as I stared at her. "Um . . . I believe you sent me this text?"

I held out the phone for her to gaze at it. Her brow furrowed, as if she was trying to focus on the phone number or the text. She shook her head weakly, her frown sympathetic.

"I'm sorry, darling. I don't remember who you are. Hm . . . where were we?" She asked in a smooth voice, before turning behind her once again.

"We were at-" I had began, before she wrapped her arms around a brunette girl who was an inch or two taller than her. They kissed briefly, and then the girl who had originally answered the door looked down at me. "Sorry, I think I have to go. I believe you understand?"

Before I could answer, the door was already shut on my face as I finally remembered something. Intense green-gold eyes that made me shudder just from staring into them for more than a few seconds. A voice that had made me drink something mixed with whiskey. A seductive warlock girl who had given me oral sex in a bathroom.

A girl I had fallen in love with the very day I met her.

I went back up to her door, and knocked. The door was lazily pulled open by her again. She had slightly cleaned up her makeup, but was still wearing the lingerie. The warlock girl gave a confused look. "Um, didn't I say I had to go?"

"You answered the door. Anyway, I'm Alexandria Lightwood, the girl who you gave oral sex in one of the bathrooms at Wasted, the club you were at last night." The words spewed from my mouth, and I noticed a look on the face of the brunette behind her. She was glaring slightly, and I noticed that her nails were growing longer, with a shiny glint coming from them.

"Really? I should remember you, with your blue eyes and paleness that matches a vampire's." She stated, looking over her shoulder at the girl she just kissed. "Well, I'm sorry if you wanted to hook up after that, I'm with her." One wavy lock of her was pushed off her neck by the girl whose nails had grown just at the sight of me returning. She placed a kiss on the warlock's neck.

She giggled. "Her name is Leianne, Leianne Winchester. Surely you've heard of her, she is a mix of Shadowhunter and werewolf."

Leianne's eyes brightened at the mention of her name, and she turned Maggie to her. They smiled at each other, until the warlock girl turned back to me. My hands tightened into fists behind my back as I watched them. "Hey, how about you have a double date with us? Hm, I could bring a guy I bet you'd like." Maggie smiled, and placed a kiss on Leianne's cheek.

After a short, inaudible sigh, I opened my mouth slightly, and she grinned. "I knew you'd say yes. Tell ya what, we'll meet you at the movies tomorrow night. To get to know each other better. Then maybe we'll have dinner after that. Deal?" She extended a tanned hand to me, and I took it in my pale one, shaking.

Even though I was smiling, I was slightly annoyed by her interrupting me. Well, people did that to me often, but I didn't mind. My blood was already boiling from this werewolf/Shadowhunter girl, I didn't need too much more reason to be mad. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes, and swallowed hard to ease my dry throat. Now I didn't mind too much that she didn't let me give her a proper reaction. She smiled at me, and began to push Leianne back with her curvy hip.

"Tomorrow at five thirty, okay? I'll call you at noon to remind you. I'm normally up by then." She dropped me a flirty wink and turned around, her hips swaying as she did so, closing the door with her rear. A smile curled onto my face, and my cheeks started to burn. That body, I remembered it perfectly. My hands hand felt every bit of it, but she couldn't remember it. I had begun to love her indefinitely, but she didn't even know my name. I could feel my heart slightly sink as I turned away from the door and walked away slowly. Isiah had told me of this feeling. He called it "rejection".

Though, he was wrong about the intensity of this emotion. It felt like my heart was being torn from my body and stopped on by Maggie in cleats that probably had heels, and were bathed in glitter, to top that off. Just as I walked past a couple sitting on a bench, smiling and kissing, I stopped. My head dropped, and my heart seemed to grow cold, just after it was hot before. My vision blurred as tears drizzled down my pale cheeks, streaking my face, and making penny-sized drops on the sidewalk and my boots. I didn't look in front of me, but I ran across the street, then ran into a freezing, dark alley. I shuddered, and I placed my hands against the cool brick, my breath staggering as I noticed a voice from behind.

"Hi, I have something to say to you, you slutty twat." The voice cackled.

Just as I turned around, a fist bashed against my skull, and my vision went black. All I could hear after that was laughing, a distinct, twisted laugh. One that I could swear I had heard from somewhere before.

A/N: It took me about two weeks to finish, but now I'm back into doing this story again! I hope that this was as good as I thought it was! I will be updating in, at most, two weeks. I hope you stay tuned for the third chapter! Thanks for reading!