Valentine Morgestern

Valentine Morgenstern Part 1

Jocelyn Fairchild's POV

Seventeen. Everything's possible when you're seventeen. You've your whole life ahead of you, well, unless you happen to be a Shadowhunter. Every time you walk out your door there's the chance you won't come back. Recently Valentine Morgenstern's Father was killed in a raid and now I was haunted with fear that the second my Father left our home he'd never come back. The thought often sent shivers up my spine as I woke crying in the night, my nightmares conjuring images to mind I never thought I could imagine.

Things were changing in Shadowhunter Academy in Alicante, ever since Valentine's father had died he'd begun to gather a, I suppose the word to describe it would be a cult. They called themselves The Circle. They were obsessed with keeping the shadowhunter bloodline pure and creating more Shadowhunters. My best friend Lucian Greymark had been drawn into The Circle specially by Valentine but for what reason I could not understand. Luke struggled a lot, he was a trier but not a natural. He strove to do his best and that counted for something. Since Luke had gotten so close with Valentine he'd changed a little he thought himself superior to mundanes and believed they should worship us and thank and praise and adore us for what we did for them.

"Jocelyn we are superior to the mundanes, we have the angel's own blood in our veins!" Lucian snapped at me.

I looked up at him in wide eyed shock. I tried to conceal my disgust but failed miserably.

"Does the blood of heaven not run in everyone's veins? We may only have slightly more then others!" I snarled back.

"Jocelyn, just listen to him at one meeting and you'll understand him better," Lucian pleaded.

"No," I retorted sharply.

I turned on my heel knowing full well I'd regret it in seconds but I had to walk away. If I didn't I'd attack him and I'd seen what Valentine had trained some of the less gifted Circle members to do, they were almost vicious. Maryse almost tore Madeline's throat out the other week in gym when we were training. Thankfully our teacher intervened before any real damage could be done.

Sitting in class the next day, our boring teacher spoke in Latin and I nodded along my mind wandering to the beautiful outside. Alicante, Idris, Shadowhunter home country. There was nothing more spectacular to a Shadowhunter than beholding their home country. Something in our blood sang out to it. I gazed mindlessly out the window looking at the winding streets of Alicante, all roads led to the Consul. The cobblestones cracked with age but stunning all the same probably because they spoke of age and times long gone. The houses perched precariously on the edges of streets creating a jagged lining to the streets. If I squinted I could just about see the vague outline of the Fairchild manor where I lived with my parents. The manor was on the base of a sloping hill, a wooden door carved with the symbol of wings adorned the entrance and the stone walls painted a mellow yellow with gold, orange and red roses climbing up the walls. My teacher whacked a wooden ruler on my desk and I jumped. I apologised quickly in Latin and I heard a few sniggers around me.

Soon I walking home to the Fairchild manor. My walk was usually made feel shorter because Lucian normally walked with me. A pebble being tossed in my direction snapped me out of my thoughts and I glanced in the direction, stunned to see Valentine Morgenstern raising another pebble to toss.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to throw things?" I asked as I set about recollecting my thoughts.

"Yes but it's rude it ignore people," Valentine countered.

He strutted his way over to me and I watched him, hopelessly rooted to the ground. He was attractive there was no denying it. His white blond hair shone in the spring sunshine and I found myself staring. I quickly flicked my eyes towards the ground even though I knew he'd noticed.

"I was wondering why don't you come to one of The Circle meetings? You seem to hold yourself so removed from it all, don't you agree with me?" He asked.

"No, I don't," I replied. He was so close and it was doing strange things to my insides, they felt like jelly. An unwelcome churning feeling started in my stomach.

"Why not?" He enquired. He looked amused as though no one had ever challenged him before and that was perhaps true, no one, as far as I could recollect, ever challenged Valentine. He was a perfect charmer and a wonderfully persuasive speaker. "Would you reconsider my offer to come to a meeting, you don't have to join."

"Look Valentine, I'll consider the offer. How is that?" I retorted.

"Perfect," Valentine smiled. He had a lovely smile, charming but I couldn't help but see something sinister in it. I shook it off hoping that I was wrong.

I smiled back and took myself on my way home. I went promptly to the training room and took up a handful of knives and began throwing them, aiming at the target on the wall. When I'd thrown all of them I retrieved them and threw them again. I repeated this pattern over and over until I'd forgotten I'd fallen out with Lucian and that I'd maybe developed a small crush for Valentine.

After dinner I laid on my bed and did my homework, just odd assignments. Afterward I began to draw. I liked to draw but loved to paint. I sketched the outline of a circle and drew Valentine in the middle surrounded by adoring followers, Lucian among them. My mind drifted slightly but to my amazement I'd drawn myself among them. Perhaps I did like Valentine a lot more than I thought. I shook the thought off, I liked him because I knew he was beyond my reach and things just beyond our reach always seem more fascinating than things that are dwell within our grasp. I laid my sketch pad to the ground and got ready for bed. As I closed my eyes the single thought I could recall was his black eyes which were perfectly mysterious. I fell asleep thinking about him.

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A/N I own none of the characters. All the characters belong to Cassandra Clare. I was just imagining how Valentine and Jocelyn got together. Please let me know what you think, it's my first ever fanfiction. Thanks for reading!