Legacies
An Infernal Devices FanFiction
Hey guys! Sorry for the super long absence, but I have been super busy lately. Thanks to Ravenclaw Heronstairs, dancerox1997, and Thalia for reviewing last chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Infernal Devices, only Eliza and the plot! And my other OCs.
Chapter 4- Dreams
James's POV
Mam and I walked together to the front of the parlor to talk to the assembled shadowhunters. She began, "Miss Lightwood has had a very long day, and she is exhausted-"
"No doubt," Father cut in. "Remember how exhausted you were when I saved you when we met?"
Mam just rolled her eyes, then turned to me. "James, I would like to hear, in very precise detail, what happened when you found the Lightwood's carriage."
I gulped. I knew she would ask that. I had no qualms with telling the story of the actual fight, but the tale of how Jon and I had come to be there was something I would rather not like to relate. Luckily, Jon saved me.
"We had been out walking, and I was trying to get James to get within 20 feet of a duck-" At this point, my father glared at him; he had a strange branch of ornithophobia; for some reason he had a deathly fear of ducks. Jon cleared his throat, and then continued. "When we heard the sounds of a scuffle. We decided to go investigate and arrived just in time to see Mr. Lightwood pulled roughly out of the carriage."
I jumped in; I could take it from there. "Two of the five warlocks quickly grabbed him and immediately gagged him. At this point, Miss Lightwood leapt out of the carriage, but for some reason, they didn't grab her immediately. Jon and I waited patiently in the trees, so we had quite a good view of what was going on. I watched her face as she realized that something was off about the men, and then, to our great surprise, she started to lecture them." A few chuckles broke out around the room, and I grinned at the memory. She could give Mam a run for her money.
"Now, at the end of her rant, she took her boot off, and, when they started to advance on her, she flung it at one of the warlocks, one that had whiskers, and managed to take him down for a good four or five minutes. Two of the warlocks were still holding her brother, so that left only two coming after her.
"We probably should have intervened at that point, but I must admit, I was a bit curious. When one with scales and one with a snake tongue raced at her from either side, she simply smirked and sidestepped at the last minute. They crashed into each other and were down for a while.
"At this point, I was having trouble holding in my laughter, I mean, three warlocks, taken out by a mundane girl?
"Anyways, at that point, the one's holding Mr. Lightwood decided to join, and one of them punched him out and began to advance towards her, but, unbeknownst to our heroine-" Mam and Da rolled their eyes at my theatrics, and I sent Mam a wink. "The whiskered one had recovered from his injury and had crept up behind her. I intervened when he made it clear that he didn't want her for wholesome recreational activities."
A slight muttering off gasps and whispers rang throughout the room, and I shuddered, remembering the look of pure fear in Eliza's golden eyes as the man ripped open the back of her dress.
"Now, while I had surprised the warlock, Miss Lightwood and I were able to engage in small talk, and I discovered that she has a most delightful personality-" Groans rang throughout to room at my antics, along with multiple "Get on with the stories".
I cleared my throat. "The warlock was not amused, however, and clamped his hand on Miss Lightwood's mouth. I called down Jon, and he expertly flung his daggers and took out the two that had been holding Mr. Lightwood." I nodded at Jonathon, but he only made a noise of annoyance.
"Now, the warlock had a brilliant idea to threaten Miss Lightwood-" numerous gasps of disbelief- "But he didn't take into account her sense of self-preservation. She licked his hand, I think-"
I had to pause; people started chuckling again. "Stomped on his foot, and bucked her head back. I'm pretty sure she broke his nose."
Now, the muttering changed to mumbles of amazement; almost nobody had that much raw fighting instinct. "But that's not all. She twisted out of his grip, turned around, and kneed him square in the groin." Winces of pity from all the males in the room. "And then, when he dropped to the ground in pain, she took his dagger and plunged it straight through his heart."
Okay, forget muttering, people were full out questioning now. "Are you sure that's what happened?" Charles asked disbelievingly. He turned to Jon for assurance.
Jon nodded his agreement. "That's what happed. Of course…" His eyes got a wicked glint in them. "She did have a slight break down afterward, and James did a most excellent job of comforting her."
I felt all eyes swivel to me, and couldn't help the blush that rose in my cheeks.
Elizabeth's POV
Music.
That's the first thing I am aware of.
A soft, lilting melody, rising and falling like the crests of waves on the sea.
Constantly ebbing and flowing, never the same
Warmth.
Slight pressure on the center of my back and my palms, almost as if I was dancing with someone.
Feeling.
The whisper of silk against my skin, of my bouncy curls pulled back fancifully with pins, and of the soft fabric one of my hands rested on.
Motion.
The repeated rocking movement of a gentle waltz.
Light.
Bright blurs of color, constantly twirling.
Sight.
I can finally see my partner.
Dressed in a fine golden robe, he leads me expertly across the floor.
Looking down at myself, I see that I too am dressed in gold, in a magnificent full gown with intricate runes etched in it with silver and copper thread.
I realize I cannot see his face.
He leans closer to me and whispers in my ear. His voice is soft and pleasing, like the gentle pealing of bells.
"You are beautiful, Eliza." He exhales softly. "We are now together; you are my wife."
Suddenly, a falling sensation, and the music and my mysterious partner disappears. My gown is now in shreds, more and more bits falling off with every passing second. I am trapped in a dungeon, my hands manacled high on the wall, forcing me to remain upright.
A dark man enters the room and chuckles malevolently. "Dear, dear Elizabeth," he hisses, "The Circle welcomes you to our humble abode."
Once again, the sensation of falling, and I am back at home, once again five years old. I huddle next to Mother, having yet another sleepless night, and she whispers tales to me.
Tales of faeries and warlocks…
Of love and devotion…
Of men that are half angels.
I wake with a start, my pulse quick, sweating like crazy. I shudder, the memories of my dreams still clinging to me. I try to clear my mind, but exhaustion only takes over again.
Okay, so I know that that was a whole lot of nothing after such a long absence, but, you know, gotta set up a scene. Anyways, please review!
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~Boogalee