A/N: Here's some quick snippets I wrote last night…

~~ Kellan ~~

Cleaning himself up after a demon Hunt, Kellan slipped a new shirt over his head, feeling tired now that it was getting later. However, he paused at the sound of thunder outside, his thoughts immediately going to his younger sister, Grace. Pushing his bedroom door open, he started down the hall, towards her room. Knocking softly and cracking the door open, he peered inside. There was a shape curled up under the sheets, and he smiled slightly, starting inside. "Grace?" he said quietly, watching as she poked her head up from under the sheets.

"About time," she mumbled lightly, and he sat down beside her, resting his head against the wall. She was growing so quickly now, that there was less room for the two of them, but he didn't mind. Although she was fearless at any other time, she grew scared in loud storms, and Kellan was the one she confided in. She'd been his little shadow since she was born, and he'd always felt fondness, and a strong desire to protect her. She'd grow out of it eventually, he knew – both her fear of the storms, and how she wanted to copy everything he did – and he was proud every time she achieved something new.

Looking a little less tense, she moved to rest her head against him, her brown hair for once out of its pigtails so she'd be able to sleep. "I didn't know if you'd be back from your Hunt before the storm." There was a sudden crackle of thunder, and she buried her head further into his arm.

"You don't need to worry. I'll always be back for you," he replied, and he meant it, as he glanced down at her. "You know that, right?"

"Of course," she giggled, lifting her head again, "Because you're my big brother."

"Of course," he agreed. "Although that's not the only reason. I'm much too fond of you."

Reaching up, her fingers played with one of his red curls. "I wish I had red hair like you," she complained, lightly.

"It doesn't win me many friends, I think," he replied, his eyes alight. "But I'm glad you like it."

"It's like there's a fire on your head," she giggled again, her fingers lowering to inspect the point to his ear, instead. It reminded him of when she was a baby, and she used to pull on his ear, looking like it amused her. "And that suits you because you're brave."

He smiled again. "Not as brave as you. You're my fearless little sister. You're not scared of demons or injuries or blood or anything. I'm scared of when you'll be unleased on the world as a fully trained Shadowhunter," he joked, ruffling her hair playfully, causing her to stick out her tongue at him.

"I'm not though," she sighed, biting her lip. "Shadowhunters aren't scared of-… of a bit of thunder."

"You're stronger than anyone else your age, that I know," Kellan started, and he adjusted to that he could pull his necklace over his head. She kept still, watching intently with large eyes as he placed it over her head, and around her neck. It was much longer on her, but she looked ecstatic, all the same. "And you can keep this for a while. It'll keep you safe from the thunder, I promise. And when you're not worried about it anymore, then you can give it back to me. Okay?"

She closed her fingers around the demon tooth pendant, her expression alight. "But-… But this is from your first demon Hunt! What if I lose it?"

"I trust you to look after it," he said, watching as she rested her head against him again, her fingers still curled around it.

"I will," she promised solemnly, closing her eyes after a moment. The storm had died down, and only a light sprinkle of rain remained. When her breathing grew slower and more even, and she didn't say any more, he knew she was asleep. Comfortable enough, he never liked to disturb her, and he often ended up falling asleep there as well.

Closing his eyes, he was grateful he had such a caring family, who never looked at him like the other Shadowhunters did. He meant something to them, and it wasn't something he would ever take lightly.

Feeling content, he drifted off to sleep, not even minding in the morning when he woke up with a slightly sore neck.

~~ Jai ~~

Coming home from a long shift at work, Jai blinked tiredly, closing the door, before dropping his keys in the bowl nearby. He froze however, when he noticed the light still on in the dining room. It undoubtedly meant his mother was still awake, which was never a good sign at this time of night. He debated whether to slip past the room, before deciding reluctantly that he should check up on her. She was asleep with her head against the table, although she stirred when he approached. Smelling the alcohol on her breath, he tried not to make a face, used to the smell from his work.

"Mum? Why are you still up? You should get to bed," he urged, moving to try and help her up.

When she looked at him however, he grew worried at the hint of a wild light in her eyes, showing what happened when she mixed drinking with her thoughts. "Derek? Is that you?" she asked, her speech slightly slurred, and hopeful.

Jai cleared his throat, glancing to the side, awkwardly. When she'd had too much to drink, she often mistook him for his dad, on occasion. He couldn't remember what his faerie dad looked like, but he supposed he must have looked young as well, not too much older than Jai himself. "… It's Jai," he muttered. "I'm just going to help you to bed."

There were tears in her eyes now, and she made a pained sound, pushing him away. "You-… it's all your fault he left. You scared him away, didn't you?"

He was used to the accusation in her voice, as it wasn't the first time she had blamed him, but he still flinched, adjusting his glasses. It was pointless pointing out that he hadn't even been born yet, when his dad had left. "You're just tired."

He reached for her again, but she stood up, before he could help her. "It's all your fault!" she cried, hatred in her eyes as she quickly lost control of her emotions. "He would have stayed, if you hadn't ruined things! He loved me, you know."

Hating any kinds of fight or confrontation, Jai remained silent, waiting for her to settle down, like she often did eventually. However, this time, she advanced towards him and grabbed his shirt. "Why are you here? Do you like tormenting me?"

"Mum, this isn't you talking-" he tried to start, before she slapped him, hard. His glasses went flying, and the frame broke as it hit the ground. He recoiled, holding a hand to his cheek, his mouth wide as he stared at her. His vision was fuzzy without his glasses, although he could still make out her silhouette and some of her features.

She cried again, sinking down to the chair, and she called his name, although he stepped backwards quickly.

"I'm moving out," he stated, backing away. "I-… I can't live like this anymore. I'm sorry. But you should really see someone and get some help."

Hurrying to his room, he packed a bag quickly, hoping he picked the right things with his bad vision, before starting to the door.

"Jai, I'm sorry," she sobbed, and he increased his pace a little as she reached for him. "Don't go. I'll get better… You know I will."

"I'll visit sometime when I'm settled in somewhere," he said finally, glancing at her one last time, before he grabbed the keys and opened the door, stepping out into the night.

He wasn't sure where he was going to go, but anywhere would be better than there, at that moment.

~~ Aspen and Nyx ~~

That day Nyx came home with a bag dangling from his hand, and Aspen looked up at it, slightly curious.

Nyx appeared to be in a good mood, and he grinned when he saw him. "I've got something for you, sweetheart."

"For me?" Aspen repeated, standing up and waiting patiently. "Really?" A few of the others in the group watched, also wondering what it might be.

"Of course. Come here," Nyx beckoned, and Aspen started over obediently, accepting the bag when Nyx handed it to him.

Opening it up at Nyx's nod, he pulled out a dress, staring at it. The material was soft, and it was obviously of an expensive make. It was a light green colour to match his eyes. "Try it on," Nyx urged. "We'd all like to see it on. You will entertain us, won't you? I think you'd make a pretty girl."

His eyes lit up slightly at the word 'pretty,' and he found himself eager to please, wanting to do so, only because Nyx wanted it. And if he'd be pretty in it, he'd surely get more compliments. Slipping off his clothes quickly, he then pulled the dress over his head, finding Nyx had already put slits there for his wings to fit through.

It fit, although it hung off his frame a little bit, and there was a slit at the side, which showed off some of his leg. It felt strange to wear, but he didn't complain.

Raising his eyes, he looked over at Nyx, to see his expression, straightening slightly when someone whistled. "You do make a pretty girl," Nyx smiled, satisfied. "I'm always right, aren't I? Do a spin for us," he said, and he gestured with his finger.

Aspen ran a hand over the soft material, turning around in a circle, so that they could see all the angles.

Nyx's expression didn't change, and it looked like he was contemplating something for a long moment. The way he studied Aspen made him feel like a kind of test subject, although he wasn't sure why. "I have a friend I'm meeting in a tavern tonight, and you can come along. He'll like this dress. You should wear it."

Aspen swallowed, remaining silent, and he took that as a sign of agreement.

Looking pleased, Nyx then took a step forward, resting his fingers under his chin, and tilting it up. Some hair fell in his eyes, and he resisted the urge to push it away. "You've been good, lately," Nyx praised, "So because of that, you're going to have a good birthday tomorrow. I'll treat you to something special. I can promise you that."

Glad for the praise, and the affection in Nyx's eyes, Aspen nodded, finding himself growing eager for the next day, even if the coming evening didn't sound quite so pleasant.

"You're still young, but you're finally getting a little older, hey?" Nyx said in a patronizing manner, and he smiled slowly, before leaning forward.

Aspen inhaled quickly when he felt the sharp points to Nyx's teeth skating against his jaw lightly, although it was soft enough to feel nice, rather than to draw blood.

"But you'll always be my pet," he whispered, and Aspen couldn't help a slight shiver at the words.

~~ Caspian ~~

While the traitor had snuck out a while ago, the trail was still fresh, and Caspian's eyes were dark in anticipation of the chase.

He hadn't been given his own horse yet, so he borrowed his mother's horse, since she was back from a trip. The horse was sleek and had a strong connection with its owner, although Caspian was fine with working a little bit harder to gain the horse's respect.

He leaned down lower and adjusted his feet, so the horse could increase their speed. While the traitor was far ahead, he was on foot, so Caspian didn't doubt he'd catch up easily by horseback. His staff rested against his legs, and he enjoyed the challenge, glad his father had trusted him to carry it out. It was good for his training, he'd said.

As they approached the Unseelie border, Caspian slowed their pace slightly, glancing at the ground for clues as to which direction the faerie had fled to. He'd learnt how to track from an early age, finding it an essential skill.

There was hints of footprints on the grass, where it had been pressed down on from a boot, and he urged the horse to follow them. It eventually led to a very clear picture.

The faerie was heading towards the Seelie Court.

Narrowing his eyes, he continued onwards, knowing the faerie couldn't be too much further ahead. He would succeed in finding him, he was sure. If he failed, there was no point in returning to the Unseelie.

The faerie had become more careful to disguise his path now that he was outside of the Unseelie, although Caspian took a gamble on his guess that he was heading to the Seelie.

Hearing a stream up ahead, his eyes glinted in success as he saw the cloaked faerie trying to cross it. Glancing back, there was a flicker of fear in the faerie's eyes, and he cast off his cloak, as it slowed him down in the water.

Smiling slowly, his horse jumped over the stream easily, and Caspian slid down to the ground, his staff ready in his hand.

"There's nowhere for you to run," he said in a low tone, watching him carefully as he made it to the grass.

The faerie pulled out a short sword, swinging at him with it suddenly, although he was tired and puffed from his long trek and that made him slow.

Caspian merely laughed, batting him away with his staff. He didn't want to kill him quickly, and he played with him for a while, inflicting small injuries, before finally bringing him to his knees, the faerie's sword knocked away somewhere in the grass.

"Please," the faerie begged, spitting out some blood as he desperately tried to feel around in his pocket. "You-... You can have this. Anything I took is yours," he said, pulling out a leaf with writing on it, and thrusting it at Caspian. The faerie had stolen some Unseelie items before he'd run away, and it was something else he'd been tasked to find.

Caspian barely glanced at it, tearing it up slowly and watching as it fell to the ground.

"What?" He said, at the faerie's hopeful look, and he laughed again. "Did you think I would just let you go? These scribbles mean nothing. The important things you could give to the Seelie are all in here," he said, tapping the faerie's forehead, and watching him flinch. "Don't bother saying you'll keep your mouth shut. I know you won't."

The faerie opened his mouth to say something, before his eyes widened in shock as Caspian ran him through with his blade. It was stained with faerie blood, and he wiped it off on the grass, before straightening.

Looking down at the faerie as he gasped for breath and slumped to the ground, Caspian shook his head.

To betray the Unseelie meant death. Traitors were the lowest kind of scum, and he had no pity for them.

The faerie had as good as signed his own death warrant, when he'd made that foolish decision.