Legacies

An Infernal Devices FanFiction

Hey! I am so sorry that I am taking so long to update. Normally I update my fanfictions at least twice a week, but I've been super busy all of the sudden!

Anyways, thanks to Guest, Thalia, and Bookworm11114 for their reviews! And thanks to Bookworm11114 for the helpful hint! Believe me, I'm trying! I just wonder how I can improve upon such amazing characters…

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

Also, a warning, to those of you who have read the 13th Reality, it may seem slightly similar to that for a while.

Chapter 5- Incantevole

Elizabeth's POV

The next time I woke up, I heard two voices arguing outside of the door to my room.

"James, you can't protect her forever." This voice, a clear tenor, was one that I had never heard before. I had time to vaguely wonder who it belonged to when James answered.

"Give the poor girl a break. She hasn't been conscious for five consecutive minutes the past three days."

I sat straight up. Three days? How is that possible? Last thing I remember was Tessa laying me down in the bed, and some strange dreams… An odd tingling crept over me as I recalled the dream involving my faceless groom. It was almost as if I had met him before. I didn't know if these dreams were figments of my imagination or if they were showing me something that was to happen in the future, but one thing was for certain.

If that was in the future, it was way in the future. I tended to scare boys off because of my intimidating 6 foot tall frame, sharp temper, and general dislike of the male species. And it also didn't help that I read so much that I was smarter than ten of them combined.

I sighed. No, if there was a suitor in my future, he would probably have to be a giant and patient.

Just as I was hauling myself out of bed, the door to my room barged open and the owner of the new voice walked in as if he owned the place, his broad grin radiating warmth and light. Instinctively, as the door opened, I had tried to drag my blankets back over me, but had somehow entangled myself in them so effectively I couldn't have gotten out if James hadn't stepped quietly forward and helped me out.

Quite respectively, I might add.

Once I was free of my sheets, James turned toward the newcomer and said, "Was that really necessary? Barging into the room of a girl you don't know, when she hardly knows anyone else here or even where she is?"

The man only laughed. "Well, I see no problem, no? She was just about to get up, it seems." He had a slight accent when he spoke, as if English wasn't his first language. He turned and gave me a wink, and I realized with a start that he is probably only 19 at the oldest. He's even taller than me, probably by a good three inches, and has the muscle of a professional swordsman.

Suddenly, I remembered where I was and his muscles made sense to me.

With as much dignity as I could muster, I straightened out my thin nightgown and backed away from the new man. It brought me closer to James, but that was better than this stranger. Barely. James was still a cocky pretty boy. No matter how many books he had read.

This new man just grinned on. He was a rugged kind of handsome, with windblown blonde hair, tan skin, and olive green eyes. A foreigner, my guess. His features were a far cry from James's elfin look, instead having a strong jaw and cheekbones, and a nose so crooked I would have to guess that it had been broken at least twice.

I realized with a shock that he was… sort of… attractive.

I had never been attracted to guys before I came here, and now, two of the most stunning men in the world were here, and suddenly my hormones start to act up. Talk about bad timing.

Just as the silence was about to get awkward, the newcomer clapped his hands together. "So," he called. "You must be the famous Elizabeth Lightwood." He held out his hand, and I shot James a puzzled look as I mutely nodded and put my hand in the man's. When James failed to elaborate, the man went on. "I am Luka Nightbeam, of the Rome Italy Institute, sent here on a diplomacy trip." He bent and brushed his lips against my fingers, and I shot James another confused glance as Mr. Nightbeam took my arm and lead me from the room.

"You are incredibilmente bello, ragazza di fuoco." His voice took on a musical tone, rising and falling in each syllable. I shot him a questioning glance, but he only said, "All things to those who wait, mio caro."

I gave a frustrated grunt and James laughed, suddenly appearing at my side. Really, that boy was stealthier than a cat.

All of the sudden, I became distinctly aware that I was severely underdressed. I immediately pulled back from both boys and they gave me curious looks. Doing my best to cover myself, I asked James, "Do you, by any chance, have a dress I could borrow?"

Both of them burst out laughing. "Mio caro," Luka breathed. "I doubt that James has one. He's straight, as far as I know."

"As far as you know," James replied, and they were both overcome with a whole new round of giggles. Rolling my eyes at their antics, I waited until James had calmed down enough to answer a question.

"I meant, could you possibly tell me where I could find some other girl, assuming that there are more, and ask if she could lend me one." Still gasping for breath, James managed to nod.

"Sure, Jon's cousin Virginia is just down the hall. Take the first left, third door on the right. Though, any dress of hers will surely be too short. By at least a mile. At least it will be handy if there's a flood."

I rolled my eyes yet again as the boys were once again broken down into giggling messes, and went off to find Virginia.

Luka's POV

My eyes couldn't help but follow Elizabeth as she took off down the hall something about her was… incantevole. How you say, enchanting.

As my laughter subsided, I thought again of how she had expertly handled a bunch of immature boys. Seems like something she was used to.

As my mind went again to the sway of her narrow hips, the gently waves of her golden hair, and the humor and intelligence in her golden eyes, I realized I was about to jump off the deep end, and there was no guarantee that I would be able to swim back to the surface.

And I wasn't sure that I wanted too.

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