Sinful

Part One: Chapter One: Fast Moving

                     Cold blowing wind and fast slamming snowflakes hit in my face at such a speed that I had to flinch at each one. Trying to take deep breathes, I finally made into the alley way. I sat down on my bookbag, pulling my large, worn hoodie around me tightly. I leaned my head against the brick wall, closing my eyes, trying to calm myself down when suddenly I felt someone grab me. I tried to scream out, but nothing other than all the air in my lungs came out. A sharp pain in my neck was next. Then everything turned black rather quickly.

                     I will always will remember my mother in one way; running around and packing. At the age of 7, I had already realized many of the things that were occurring around me. My mother was always running from something that seemed terrifying through my eyes as a child. At the time I wasn't exactly sure fro, what, but later on I came to . At that age I just remember myself being angry. I was always so, so angry. She wouldn't let me have friends, go to school, or even really leave the house. The reason for this was the Clave. And nephilim. My mother was born to a mundane women and a shadowhunter man. Even though the angels blood is much more dominant, she didn't get her sight. Over time we thought she might be one of them, just without the sight, but she refused to learn, refused to be a monster. Clave, for how powerful my grandfather was, decided to use this as an advantage. Since she was still considered nephilim, they used her as a sort of safe haven. When there were children who were orphaned and needed a place to go, shadowhunters who needed a place to stay on business they would track down my mother. When she got pregnant with me, she tried her best to keep them away, didn't want me to be part of that torture. That's when she started running. We've lived in many different apartments and condos, reaching places such as Dallas, Orlando, Charleston, Cleveland and probably more before that. But back to the packing.

                          She was running around in our Rhode Island apartment, throwing things into bags while I sat on the couch, holding my small black cat, Loki. He meowed softly against my chest. I sniffled, wiping my cheek as I held him closer. My mother came into the room, looking around before grabbing her last two bags.

  "C'mon baby, we have to-" she began to say as she turned to me and made eye contact with the cat, "dammit..."

  "No mommy I'm not leaving her. Not a chance." I said, holding Loki close to my chest, petting her soft black ears.

  "Daniella, I am not doing this with you today. I do not have the patience. Put the damn cat down." Her voice began to raise. Loki leaped out of my arms, running down the hall. He left little scratches on my arm. She grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the apartment and down the stairs.

                     My mother wasn't always so kind, but she was beautiful. She had this tan skin, almost the color of coffee with milk. Her hair was this thick, mess of black curls. Her bright blue eyes were a sparkling, shinning beauty. Her Italian and Spanish roots give her a beautiful face and body. I looked nothing like her. I had blonde, pin-straight hair. My skin was almost white, pale lips. My eyes were large, brown eyes. They stood out the most. My mother would always tell me that everything about me was just like my fathers. Even down to the nail biting, as she would say. I only had one memory of my father, and that was him leaving. My mother never talked about him and I didn't care to ask. I knew he got her in trouble with the Clave, even though he was a mundane. But that was it. Then again, I didn't exactly care. Father walks out on his only kid, he becomes kind of irrelevant.

                       I was awoken a few hours later when the car came to a stop. The sky was a deep blue, but the moon was glowing strong. I groaned a little as my mother opened the door, lifting me up. When I looked around I saw several different old, some run down, factory buildings. I could hear the noise of cars and other things going by. I whimpered, hiding my face in her shoulder

  "Mama... Where are we?" I asked, looking up at her.

  "New York, baby." She replied, walking up to one of the factory doors. She looked through the list of names next to the door bells until she pushed one. I strained my eyes to see the name, which read 'Bane'. It wasn't a name I recognized but it must of been one of her older friends. She pushed it once more before the door opened. Standing there was a rather tall man. Asian, he had somewhat long black hair that seemed to glitter in the hallway light. He wore a pair of black jeans, white tee shirt and a flowing jacket that reached to his ankles. It took him a moment to realize who it was before he smiled.

  "Florence. God when was the last time we spoke?" He asked in a somewhat teasing voice.

  "Magnus, it's good to see you too, but I really need your help." My mother said. Quickly, he pulled us inside and up to his apartment. We stepped inside the doorway, my mother setting me down on the floor. As they began to talk I began to look around the rather large and empty room. I then took noticed a small, white kitten sitting in the corner.

  "Kitty." I whispered before running over to it. I picked the cat up and sat down on the concrete floor, resting the weightless fluff ball in my lap. I giggled, petting the soft fur of its back.

  "Dani-" My mother said, voice raising slightly.

  "Hush, she's fine." Magnus said with a smile, walking over. I looked up at him after a moment and I quickly took note of his eyes. They were a stunning gold, shaped like a cat.

  "You got a pretty cat, mister." I said, smiling up at him. He laughed lightly, kneeling down.

  "Well thank you. I'm Magnus," he held his hand out, "and you are?"

  "Daniella Marta Brooklight." I replied, shaking his hand.

  "Nice to meet you," he stood up, "cute kid. Who's the father?" He asked my mother, walking over to her.

  "Does that really matter? She isn't your kid. So you haven't anything to worry about." She answered.

  "Cause that's what I'm worried about, that possibility is so high." He said with sarcasm.

  "I'm sorry. Can we please get back to the point of all this?" She asked. He nodded. "We need a place to stay. It's only until I get a job, and an apartment-"

  "I thought you worked for the Clave? Aren't they paying you?" He asked. She sighed, sitting down.

  "I did. Until she was born. She has the sight. I was hoping she wouldn't because of me, but she does. And it's strong. That's why I've been running. They almost caught up to me but I have Downworld connections keeping an eye out for me." She explained. I had checked out at that point and started following the cat around. He lead me into the hallway, then into, what I assumed, his office.

  "Wow..." I whispered. The walls were lined with book of different kind. Some were normal while the others were things of potions and magic. I heard my mom start calling my name so I ran back into the front room.

  "Are you a Warlock?" I asked randomly. He laughed a little, nodding.

  "Did you teach her?" He asked.

  "As soon as I realized she had it, I starting teaching her the basic stuff so she wouldn't freak out seeing them on the street. I didn't teach her any of the Marks. And she'll never have to use them. I won't let it." She said. I groaned out loud, clearly annoyed.

  "Dani. Hush up." She said firmly. I pouted, crossing my arms. She began to mutter under her breath, grabbing my arm roughly. She raised her hand, going to hit me as Magnus stepped in, grabbing her arm.

  "She's seven. Leave it alone." He said. She dropped her arm, looking away. Magnus winked at me then smiled. And I smiled back. He kneeled down to my level, pushing my short blonde hair back.

  "I think you and I are gonna be great friends." He said to me.

  "I've never had a friend before." I said softly.

  "Well now you do, darling." He said, smiling. His eyes seemed to sparkle, much like the rest of him. It sort of gave the world a sparkling blur. And I liked it.