The Mortal Instruments: The Other Daughter. The Other Sister

Chapter Two

Simon's eyes widened in shock. He was at a loss for words. The young girl raised her eyebrow again and walked past him into the Institute. She pulled off her hood and made her way toward the elevator. She punched the up button and Simon had to run and slid in before she slid the door shut. He was still sputtering when they made it upstairs. He finally found his voice. "Ok, stay right here till I get back." With that he half ran and half tripped toward Izzy's room.

They were all laughing and chatting when Simon burst into the room,breathless. "Guys..I...think...we..have..a problem..." A look of concern came upon Isabelle's face. "Simon, what's going on?" Clary and Jace shared a worried glance. Simon recounted the news he had just received to the others. Upon hearing that the young girl was inside the Institute, Isabelle jumped up, her eyes aflame. "YOU DID WHAT?!?! Why would you let her in here? She could be plotting to kill us at this moment!!" Isabelle rushed out in to the hall,followed by the others, to find the young Morgenstern girl chatting quietly with Maryse. The group of friends froze, each holding their breath. Maryse turned to find the group staring. Isabelle's throat hitched in her throat. Her mother's face looked as if all the color had been drained from her. Fear was etched clearly on her face. That girl must be terrifying if Isabelle's mother was afraid of her. The brunette turned and, seemed for the first time, to notice the teenagers. Her dark green eyes filled with something Isabelle could not place. Sorrow? Sympathy? The girl opened her mouth and not one thing Isabelle expected her to say was said. "You are all responsible for my father's and my brother's deaths." She said in a cold voice. Suddenly, she dropped to one knee, head lowered, fist clenched & forearm balanced on her raised knee. Tears threatened to spill. "And I beg for your forgiveness."

The room was filled with a sense of discomfort. Angelica sat quietly in a chair while the others were whispering among themselves and making phone calls, all the while avoiding her eye. That was fine with her. She was busy silently fuming on how she made such a fool of herself in front of them. What in the name of insanity compelled her to fall to her knees in tears? She was a Morgenstern for heaven's same. That was nowhere near how the plan was to be carried out. By the Angel, she felt like such an idiot, it hurt. More and more people were gathering in the room. A warlock named Magnus Bane arrived with Alexander Lightwood. He was wearing an incredibly complicated looking outfit that consisted of dozens of over lapping gold chains, purple leather and.....glitter? Alexander was dressed much more casually,sporting a dark colored sweater over simple jeans. A woman with vivid red hair and a man (well more like Downworlder) with clear blue eyes had shown up only a half in hour after Clarissa had made a call. Both looked as if they had just woken up. Jocelyn and Lucian. Clarissa's mother and step-father. Her father's wife and parabatai. She knew enough about both of them that they had both betrayed Valentine. She had grown up loathing them both. She didn't understand, at the time, how you could just abandoned your family and turn your back on you entire life. Now she got it. She understood why Jocelyn and Lucian did what they did. She knew about the horrors her father and brother had unleashed on the world. She just wished she could've discovered them sooner. So many lives could've been spared. She played the part of the obedient daughter for too long. Now all that blood was on her hands. And hers alone. She looked up and saw that everyone in the room was now silent and staring at her with weariness in their eyes. She fully anticipated that. She was Valentine's daughter. The one he raised. She knew she was bound to be judged immediately. That's why, anytime she came into contact with other Shadowhunters, she never gave them her real name. She was adopted, so she needn't be afraid of someone recognizing her as a Morgenstern since she possessed neither the white-blonde hair or light colored eyes that people associated with Sebastian and Valentine. She cleared her throat. "Umm, forgive me if I'm incorrect but am I in any sort of trouble? I was told the Institute was open to all Shadowhunters..."
"No you aren't in any trouble, we're all just confused on where you found the guts to show your face here after WHAT YOUR FAMILY DID!! " Isabelle's face was red from shouting and Simon put a hand on her shoulder to calm her. Angelica sighed and looked down at her hands in shame. "I know you all think that I helped my father and my brother commit those crimes. You have every right and reason to hate me. But I need you to understand that I was too blind to see what was going on. I didn't know what they were planning, honest". She stood up and looked at the small group. "But that's why I'm here. It's my fault that all those people are dead. Their blood is on my head. I'm the reason your son and brother, Max, is dead." Maryse turned her back toward the others to face the window, Isabelle covered her mouth with her hand to cover a small cry and both Alec and Jace looked down, their fists clenched at their sides. "And I am so, so sorry. I've come here to try and right my wrongs. It won't bring back your loved ones but I hope to be a benefit. I want others to see me not as Jonathan or Valentine. But as myself. I'm trying to be better than them. I want to try and find my birth family." Luke looked at her in confusion. "Birth family? You know who they are?" She nodded. "Yes, I was told that I was the last of my line. The last of the Carstairs.

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