Legacies

An Infernal Devices FanFiction

Hey people! So this is a fanfiction about Will and Tessa's children, plus an OC or two. About 20 years after Clockwork Princess. Will and Tessa are married, and Jem has completed his transformation into a Silent Brother.

Onto the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Infernal Devices, only my OCs and the plot!

Chapter 1- Attack

I groaned as the old buggy bounced around another corner. The familiar clip clop of hooves was drowned out here and there by the infernal buzzing of those demonic new automobiles. Their engines were incredibly loud and annoying, like 10 hives worth of bees all flying into your ear. I clucked my tongue impatiently at our slow process.

My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Lightwood. I am 18, and I am not a patient person.

I impulsively pushed my copper hair out of my golden eyes and glared at my half brother, Nicholas, who was sitting across from me, amusement in his green eyes.

Our mother was pregnant with me when her first husband died. She abandoned him and his name, and then married Nick's father, Elias. About five years after she had married Elias, he unexpectedly passed away. Our dear, dear mother, the twice-widowed Tatiana Lightwood, was driven mad.

And now, 10 years after Elias's death, our mother had been committed to an insane asylum.

Leaving us to live with some Uncle Gabriel and Uncle Gideon, people I had never even heard of before.

The carriage jogged over another bump, and I nearly yelled out in frustration.

"Calm down, Lizzie, we must be almost there," my brother said, the tremble of his delicate tenor voice sending waves of relaxation down my spine. I instantly gave him my best death glare, which I managed to make intimidating despite the voluminous yellow skirts of my day dress. I smirked as he cringed in terror.

"I will not calm down!" I replied nastily. If I had a book in my hand, as I normally did, I would have slammed it on the seat next to me. "We are going off to live with supposed family that we never knew we had, we had to sell nearly everything to pay for Mum's bills, and now I have to pee incredibly badly! And don't call me Lizzie!" I snapped as an afterthought.

Nick grinned. I resisted the urge to give in. Nick was, as my friends used to say, fairy tale handsome. His blonde hair had a permanent windswept look, and his bright green eyes glittered with intelligence and compassion. He had one of those faces that made you trust him instantly. I scowled, and Nick grinned wider.

"Lizzie, just relax," he urged. He kicked his feet up on the bench beside me and put his hands behind his head. He heard my grunt of disapproval and rolled his eyes. "Like you're the perfect image of manners, sitting there, like a boy on the football field." He laughed when my scowl deepened and I sat up straight, pulling my legs together.

Suddenly, the buggy bounced to a stop, and Nick pulled aside the curtain on the window. "Funny, I don't see anyone-" He was stopped short as there was a loud bump and a yell from the driver's seat. There were the muffled sounds of a scuffle, and then silence.

After a few moments, I asked Nick, "Do you think they are gone?" To my irritation, my voice shook a little.

"Maybe," he said uncertainly. He began to open the door and yelled as a hand shot in the carriage and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him out.

"Nicholas!" I screamed, and leapt out of the door. A scene of utter dismay reached my eyes. The carriage was surrounded by 5 men, two of which were holding onto my struggling brother. There was a dirty gag knotted over his mouth, muffling his cries, which increased in volume and in frequency when he saw my. Beyond the men, I could see the prostrate form of our carriage driver, bloodied and defaced. I winced in sympathy.

One of the men stepped forward, hissing at me. Wait a minute…

Hissing?

He grinned maliciously at me, revealing fangs and a long forked tongue, like a snake. "Lookee here boys!" he said, his scaly, slimy voice setting my hair on end. "Looks like we have a little girly on our hands!" His goons all laughed with him, and I felt my temper beginning to snap.

Vaguely, I noticed that there was something animalistic about each of them. The two that were holding my brother each had rabbit ears, the leader had his snake fangs and tongue, one of the others had scales going up the sides of his face, and the last one and whiskers and clawed hands.

I completely snapped. I began to rant at them. Not my brightest move, but it definitely caught them off guard. "You idiotic beasts!" I practically screamed. I distantly saw them all flinch. "You think that you can just take my brother and have your way with me? Well, you are wrong! I was already having the absolute worst day of my life before you came along, and you are not going to make it worse!" I took off one of my heavy soled traveling boots and Whiskers hesitated uncertainly for a moment before his leader shot him a glare. They all began to advance on me, except for the Rabbits, who were still holding a still-struggling Nick.

With a yell, I pulled me arm back and flung my boot at Whiskers. The heel nailed him in his big pink nose and he cried out in pain. I smirked in satisfaction for a moment, and then his friends were on me.

The animal men weren't very bright. With Whiskers down for the count momentarily, Scales and Snake had each decided to rush me from either side. They ran with their heads down and arms outstretched, not even watching where they were going. I let out an incredulous laugh as I sidestepped at the last minute and they crashed into each other. I thought that people were only that dim in books!

They each landed flat on the bottom, rubbing their head with a dazed look in their eyes.

The Rabbits looked around uncertainly, three of the teammates taken down by a little girl. Their eyes flickered to the three I had taken down. Whiskers was sitting on the ground, pitifully rubbing his probably broken nose. Visible goose eggs were rising on Scales and Snake, and they each looked like they were about to pass out.

Making a split second decision, one Rabbit punched Nick, knocking him out. I felt my anger rising again, but as the Rabbits advanced on me, I felt strong arms encircle me from behind. "Pretty girl has her thorns!" Whiskers laughed humorlessly. "Let's see if all of her is sharp!"

I screamed as he ripped open the seams at the back of my dress, and again as he tore the lacing on my corset. Terror filled me as I realized what he was planning. I screamed louder. Distantly, I heard a thump, like someone falling from a tree.

"Well now, that's no way to treat a pretty girl, is it?" I heard a cheeky, deep voice behind me say.

Whiskers whirled around, taking me with him, and I sucked in a breath as I saw my savior.

He was incredibly handsome, making me dislike him instantly. Pretty boys had always gotten on my nerves. They seemed to think that they were privileged for some reason.

He had inky black hair and stormy gray eyes. Tall and lithe, he was thin yet muscular. His eyes had the familiar glint of mischief in them, like my brother's. His features were delicate, almost like an elf from one of my stories.

He shot me a grin. "I am here to rescue you!" he called gallantly to me. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Buzz off! I can handle this!" I called. He laughed incredulously.

"I wouldn't be much off a gentleman if I did that! Aren't you a damsel in distress?" he asked politely.

Great. A gallant prince has come to my rescue. Heavy sarcasm.

"I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle it. Have a nice day!" I gave him a flirtatious grin, and his eyes widened.

"How could I, knowing I had left a pretty maiden in the hands of a nasty warlock?"

Whiskers gave me a great squeeze, forcing the air out of my lungs. He had been watching our exchange with confused eyes, but the boy's words had brought him back to reality.

"Quiet!" he barked. "No one is going anywhere!" His eyes narrowed as he saw black marks creeping past the neck line of the boy's shirt. "Nephilim!" he practically spat. "You had no right to interfere!"

The boy pulled a silver dagger from his belt and twirled it expertly. "I had every right," he replied calmly. "The second you attacked their carriage, you broke the Accords." With a sigh, he threw the dagger over my shoulder, lodging it in the chest of Scales. Scales gasped, coughed some blood, and then fell over.

The boy looked over his shoulder. "Oi! Jonathan!" He called. "Get your lazy butt over here! I actually found some action!"

"Oh really? Does it include scandal and heartache?" I heard a drawling voice behind the boy say. There was a thump as a man dropped from a tree and looked uninterestedly at the scene around him.

"No, my boy!" the black haired boy called. "A good old fashioned scuffle!"

Jonathon rolled his eyes. I couldn't help but notice that they were the same color green as Nick's, complimenting his dark brown hair nicely. "Really James, warlocks don't truly count as a fight."

"Oh, but Jon!" James cried gleefully. "This time we get to rescue a damsel!" Jon rolled his eyes yet again. Distractedly, I wondered if his eyes ever got stuck like that, he rolled them so often.

With a sigh, Jon took a pair of twin throwing daggers out of his belt and flung them towards the Rabbits. His aim was true, and he took them down, nailing them each in the heart. I heard Whiskers's breathing quicken with fear, and his grip on me tightened. The two boys began to advance on us, but Whiskers clamped a hand on my mouth and pulled out a thin dagger, holding it to my throat.

"One more step, and I slit her throat!" He threatened. The boys immediately stopped.

"This is my right! The circle will rise! It will destroy those of the angel!" Was this guy insane?

"I will begin with this girl!"

Rage boiled inside of me. Did he really think that I wouldn't do anything about this? Well, he was in for a rude awakening.

Smirking behind his hand, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. When he pulled his hand away in disgust, I stomped hard on his foot and bucked my head back. I heard a crack that must have been his nose, and he staggered away, dropping the dagger. I twisted out of his grip and turned around, driving my knee up into his groin. He instantly dropped to the ground, groaning in pain. In the heat of the moment, I grabbed at his dropped dagger and plunged it into his heart.

I turned away from him, feeling numb. I had just killed someone. I tried to wipe the burning blood off of my hands. I looked up to see the two boys staring at me curiously. "Is she a shadowhunter?" the brown haired man asked.

"No, we would see her marks if she was," said the gray eyed one. What were their names again?

Oh, yes. Jon and James.

My vision began to blur and I stumbled forward. One of the boys, James, I think, caught me. "Whoa there," he said soothingly. He pulled me into his arms and I leaned into him, grateful for the stability. "No need to cry, it's alright."

I sniffed. I hadn't realized that I had been crying. Realizing my tears seemed to break a dam, and I began to sob. James soothingly smoothed my hair down my back.

I can't believe it.

I had killed someone.

I pulled away from James, wiping away my tears. "I'm fine," I muttered stubbornly. James eyed me uncertainly. Shaking away whatever thoughts he had been thinking, he walked over to me and stuck out his hand.

"My name is James Herondale," he said. I put my hand in his, and giggled when he brought it to his lips. "A pleasure to meet such a fiery young maiden." I slapped him on the shoulder.

"That wasn't very polite!" But I was grinning. "My name is Elizabeth Lightwood, call me Lizzie and I will kill you." James laughed, but his friend seemed to choke.

"Did you say Lightwood?" He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yes, why?" I asked, puzzled.

He shook himself, then walked over to me and stuck out his hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, my name is Jonathon Lightwood."

I surveyed him. "Did you just say Lightwood?" I pulled out a letter from my supposed Uncle Gabriel. "'My son Jon will meet you and take you to our home.'"

Jonathon's eyes widened. "Cousin Eliza? But where is Nick?" I nodded over to where Nick was still unconscious. Recognition flooded Jon's eyes. "He looks just like Father!" He started towards Nick, but I pulled on his arm. When he looked at me curiously, all I did was shake my head.

"First, what are you?"

Amusement entered James's eyes, making my dislike for him curdle. "We, my dear friend, are Nephilim."

So, did you like it? Please, let me know. I really have no idea where this is going to go. Please review!

~Boogalee