Elodide

I was standing in a large cave, with 2 boys fighting. One of them, had golden wings, the other pure black crescents. Their swords were glowing with a faintish light. They were stained with black and gold liquid, which bore the resemblance to blood. When the one with the black wings turned around, I was stunned. Sebastian. I screamed at them to stop, but there was no end to the carnage. Blood everywhere. Blood, blood, blood

More images came to my mind, like shattered glass. A city of glass towers, fighting against demons around the border, Sebastian at its head; a cup, dripping sludgy black blood; an angel, blowing apart the cosmos; a boy with gold hair, holding hands with a red head gesturing me to come with him; a man like Sebastian and an old professor lifting me out of a body. And older scenes. A silver haired boy, playing my violin, evidently Jem Carstairs. Holy water and blood in Victorian London.

I screamed as I woke up. I looked around. I was in a large modern bedroom, with glass everywhere. The walls were black and the wardrobe was open, spilling out women's clothes. Sebastian must be going mad. I felt a cool cloth being placed on my forehead as I smiled.

"Hey there" it was a boys voice with an American accent. "I thought you wouldn't survive. Sorry about Sebastian, but subtlety is not his forte. It's not mine either, but I'm better. Me, sexy hot stuff!"

I was laughing as I looked straight up. There was a boy around my age that had blonde hair and golden eyes. I immediately stopped laughing. Not because of his humour, that was similar to mine or his odd, eyes, like pools of gold or suns. No, none of that. One thing was freaking me out more than anything in my life.

He was the boy fighting Sebastian in my dream. The one extending his hand to me.

I looked up warily and laughed, even though it was forced.

"Ahh! Stranger danger! Just kidding! So 3 things. One, where am I? Two, who are you? And three, could you pass me my violin case? Please…"

"Ohh the girl is demanding things already. Wow how time flies when a girl is demanding"

I rolled my eyes as he went to the wardrobe and pulled out a familiar case. I only wanted to make sure it was safe. I also needed protection and I knew for a fact I had knife in there.

He passed it to me and stated drawing on himself with one of those glass rods that Sebastian drew on me with. Once I had lifted the violin out I started looking at the rod and the spaces for tubes. Then it clicked. I grabbed the rod out of his hand and put it in my case. It fit like a glove.

His eyes widened and he was muttering something that sounded like, 'by the angel!' That must be the same as a swear word.

"I've got to tell Sebastian"

When I was about to say don't he shouted:

"Sebastian! JOHNATHON CHRISTOPHER MORGERNSTERN! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE NOW! SHE IS AWAKE!"

No sooner had he said that someone came rushing in the door. I wanted to punch him. Sebastian.

So I went for the second best thing. My knife in my violin case. I pushed Blondie out of the way and chucked my knife. But I never hit its mark. With shocking speed, Sebastian caught it, right before it hit his head.

"Now, now." He chided "Have some respect. Clothes in the wardrobe, bathroom, second door on your left. We will be in the dining room. "

They left the room and I ran for the bathroom. I hadn't had a wash in years. But I didn't expect in to be in a house with a psychopath and a creepy guy from dreams of death.

Once I had finished, I looked in the wardrobe. Dresses upon dresses, but no jeans or T-shirts. We needed to go shopping. Maybe Sebastian was a drag queen by night. The only thing remotely like jeans was leather pants, leather top and leather combat boots. I quickly pulled them on and was heading out when something stopped me in my tracks.

My reflection.

I didn't have my greasy hair, my hair was gold strands, brushing my waist. The black brought out the gold in my eyes, and the angular panes in my cheekbones. But I was freaking out about the tattoo that Sebastian put on me. One had faded but the eye on my right hand was stark black against my tanned skin. I looked at the other hand, which was unchanged. The pale white star was always as it has been. At least something's didn't change. I was going to kill Sebastian.

I walked down into the dining room, where a mug of tea was on the table, next to Sebastian, whilst Blondie was making lunch.

"El! Sit down! Have some tea."

I gave him a death stare whilst I put my hands around the mug. He seemed to smirk at the star on my left hand.

"Can I help you with something? Apart from bad attitude, of course".

Blondie was laughing his head off. That reminded me, I couldn't keep calling him Blondie forever.

"What's your names? Because I don't know yours, and 'Sebastian' is most likely an alias"

"Your right of course."

"Shocker. No wonder I don't trust you with a 10 foot barge pole."

"Johnathon. Johnathon Christopher Morgenstern"

Blondie smiled

"Jace lightwood"

"Elodide Bird"

Sebastian was amused

"Come on we know they are not your real last names!"

"Say it together?" I asked

"Sure." He replied " 3, 2, 1…."

We shouted together "Herondale!"