Legacies

An Infernal Devices FanFiction

Hey y'all! Sorry for the delay! I was camping with my family and there was no cell service or Wi-Fi. Ooh, ADD moment. I was just watching the episode of avatar the last airbender where Aang and Zuko discover the truth behind fire bending. Does anyone else find it weird that they figured it out while dancing, surrounded by flying colors, and being circled by a pair of dragons?

Ok, moving on.

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

Chapter 6- Some Have Died

Elizabeth's POV

I set of down the hall, taking the first left and going to the third door on the right. Hopefully, it belonged to a girl who could lend me a dress, and this wasn't some cruel trick James was pulling on me. As I walked up to the door, the sound of someone humming made me pause. That melody... where had I heard it before?

Shaking away my thoughts, I stepped up to the door and knocked. The humming stopped immediately, and a crystal clear soprano voice called out, "Who is it?"

"Elizabeth," I replied, before adding, "I was hoping that you could lend me a dress?" Before I had even stopped talking, the girl had opened the door and pulled me in, closing the door tightly behind me.

"Of course!" She said cordially, but then blushed. "But, uh... I don't have many dresses. You see, I don't really like to shop all that much..." Her voice trailed off.

I nodded my head in understanding. "I really don't get the point of standing around and having some woman that I don't know poke pins into me."

A grin lit across her face. "Exactly how I feel! Finally, someone gets it!" She stuck out a hand. "I'm Virginia, by the way."

I shook the proffered hand. "Elizabeth." We stood there for a little bit in an awkward silence, with me trying to be patient and Virginia smiling at me like an idiot. "So, dress?" I reminded her.

She snapped her fingers. "Right! Sorry, I'm a little forgetful at times." Without waiting for a reply, she pulled me over the a small wardrobe in the back of her room. Thrusting open the doors, she pulled out three dresses for me to choose from. One of them was a horrid orange color that I suspected wouldn't look good on anybody. Looking at Virginia, who had straight black hair and pale greenish blue eyes, I wondered why she even owned such a dress.

The second dress, a kind of amber color, seemed a little too close to my skin tone for me to be comfortable. But the third dress was beautiful.

A deep blue color, it had a fitted bosom, staring close to skin until the waist, where it flared out slightly, falling down to what would be floor length on Virginia, but what was probably only to the ankle on me. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, and it really was a pretty dress. Simple, yet elegant.

Stepping behind a changing screen, I slid off the thin night gown and pulled on the dress, realizing that I had accidentally slept in my corset. Oh well, saved me the embarrassment of having to ask for one.

Once I had pulled on the blue dress, I stepped out from behind the screen, and Virginia started doing up the ties in the back without me having to ask. As she worked, she started to chat amicably with me. "So, I heard you like to read. Do you enjoy romance novels, by any chance?" She seemed really disappointed when I shook my heart no. "Oh. I had hoped that you had, so that we could discuss."

They was quiet for a few more minutes, before I replied, "I don't read love novels, but I read love poems." She had a puzzled look on her face, so I went on. "I think that love can only be expressed in an art form, not in reading about the exploits of some random woman who is so pathetic she can't even bake a load of bread." She still seemed very confused, so I decided to give her an example. "'Ah, gentle Love! If ever thought was mine/to store up kindred hours for me, thy face/turn from me gentle Love! Nor let me walk/within the sound of Emma's voice, nor know/such happiness as I have known today.' William Wordsworth, Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love. Ever heard of it?"

She shook her head no and had this look on her face, as if she was trying to figure out what made me tick. I looked at her, considering the same question. Suddenly, or musings were interrupted as the window blasted open, and a dark, smoky figure glided into the room. Virginia instinctively stepped in front of me, raising a runed blade from a clever little sheath hidden in the folds of her skirt. The more the figure entered the room, the colder and darker it got, until it seemed as if the world was made up entirely of me, Virginia, and the shadow.

Virginia and I stood back to back, trying to keep an eye on all of the smoke, even as it surrounded us. A dark, cold, voice seemed to be emanating from it.

"Elizabeth Tatiana Lightwood," it said hastily, in a voice that sent childbearing down my spine. "You have proved more difficult to bring in than I imagined. I was quite surprised that you has the guts to kill my deadlock. I must admit, I didn't think you had it in you.

The voice seemed to laugh. I will most enjoy the hunt for you. I am Lelantos, whom the Greeks worshipped as the god of stalking prey. And I will most enjoy stalking you.

The darkness seemed to thicken, as if it was thinking. I think I will give you a little taste of what I am capable of, little princess, so you know just what you are up against.

Suddenly, I heard Virginia cry out sharply in pain

Ok, so I know it was short, but I typed the entire freaking thing on my kindle, so ignore any typos. Please, please, please, please review!

Love y'all!

~Boogalee