Olivia | Shadowhunters | J.W. & A.L.

Chapter 14

A/N - I'm sorry for being dead for so long! IB has been killing me, but I promise I will update now!!! I have so many ideas for this story, and I'm so excited to build Oli's relationship with Jace and Alec. 

"What do you want?" Olivia's lips quivered a little. Her gaze went to the unconscious boy next to her, her best friend. "What did you do to him?"

"He'll be fine, it's you we need to be worried about," Raphael said, tilting his head, analyzing her every movement. 

Olivia closed her palm into a fist, her nails digging in. She forced herself to keep her head up, force down the fearful quivering, and looked at the vampire in the eyes. If it was just her kidnapped by him, she would have kept her mouth shut, but they had her best friend. And she would die before she let anything happen to him. 

"I know karate," she said with a tight-lipped smile. 

"I'm a vampire," he deadpanned. "Karate is not going to do shit."

She shrugged. "I know that you knew my mom," she started. "And where the Mortal Cup is." 

She prayed to every God out there that he would not catch her bluff. If they thought she did not know about the Cup, she'd be as good as dead. She'd be useless to them. 

His eyes widened when they both heard heels clicking. "What is this I hear," she heard a seductive voice say. "Hello there," the female vampire smiled at her, forcing Olivia's focus to go to her deep red-painted lips. 

"What shade of lipstick do you use?" The shadowhunter asked, curious. 

Camille raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"It's beautiful," Olivia walked up to her, standing close to her - too close for her comfort. But she would do anything to save her best friend - even if she had to seduce an evil (albeit sexy) vampire. She trailed her eyes from Camille's dark stilettos up to her pitch-black straightened hair. "You're beautiful," she murmured. 

Camille's throat bobbed and she took a step back. "What are you doing?"

Olivia trailed her manicured, shimmer gel-painted nail down her arm. "Admiring you," she whispered, looking up at her through her long eyelashes. 

"Get her out of her," Camille took another step back and ordered Raphael. "I want some time with the mundane."

"No," Olivia's seductive gaze quickly transformed into a malice-filled glare towards Raphael, and then back to Camille. "You touch him and I will rip you apart bit by bit and burn you in the sun, you fuck-, HEY!" Raphael grabbed her and sped them out of the room, throwing her onto a bed. 

She heard him lock the door and scooted back. "Don't you dare-"

"I'm not going to touch you," he gritted out. "What you did out there is very dangerous. Camille is ruthless and way more powerful than you, she could snap your neck in a second."

"Exactly, which means that we can't leave her alone there with Si," she argued. 

"Yeah...." he drawled. "I don't really care about him. I care about keeping you safe, which means that you will stay in her until your precious Shadowhunters come to save you."

She slumped down in the bed. "What makes you think they are going to come for us?"

He shook his head and chuckled. "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"It's not my secret to tell, but do ask your two boy toys."

"They're not my-"

He cut her off. "You are the most important person - in the Shadow World and the Down World."

"Why? I- I don't understand."

"Your mother."

"What about her?"

"She was my friend and an incredible Shadowhunter. One of the only ones who was genuinely kind to Downworlders. She fought for her, and she fought for mundanes - not because it was her job, but because she actually cared."

"She sounds awesome," Olivia frowned. "I wish I knew her."

"You are exactly like her. I've been watching you since you were a child."

She scoffed, "That's creepy."

"Shut up. My point is, you are your mother's daughter."

They heard loud banging noises outside, and he cursed, grabbing her arm. 

"Do right by her, Olivia. I believe in you."