Multifandom Imagines

Isabelle Lightwood: Taken

The monitor beeped, catching your attention. You walked over to see a red circle approaching the institute, it was moving slowly, barely making movement. You grabbed a weapon and walked out to secure the perimeter. You rounded a corner when a sharp object hit the back of your head. The last thing you remember was hearing the crunch of the leaves as you fell to the ground. When you awoke, you instantly felt the pain surrounding the back of your head, causing you to experience a killer headache. When your vision became clear, you scanned the room, noticing ancient relics and priceless possessions. There is only one kind of downworlder who has such exquisite taste. Vampires. They had somehow kidnapped you and transported you to their lair, which may be well decorated but it smelt like death and felt like a freezer. That was a perfect description of a vampire, you told yourself, still looking around the room. If they think this is the best way to get something from the Shadowhunters, then good luck to them. When the institute finds out you're missing, they'll retaliate without taking their trade into consideration. That's the least of their worries though, when Isabelle finds out you're missing, they'll have to deal with a whole new world of hurt. You almost feel sorry for them. Almost.

You were lost in thought when a warm feeling, climbed up your arm. You looked up to see the curtain slightly drawn, feeling the rays of sunlight hit your arm. You found comfort in the light, knowing that the vampires won't do anything daring during the day. You heard a noise behind you, indicating you weren't alone in the room. They made long strides until they were positioned in front of you. You looked her up and down, she had short black hair, green eyes and a wide grin on her face. She was wearing a simple, tight red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. You couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity, like you had met her before.

"Looks like your friends are a little slow, unless they still haven't noticed that you're gone" She spoke, drawing you in with every word.

"Maybe we took the wrong one, what if she means nothing to them?" Another vampire spook behind you, making their way into the room.

"Trust me, she means something to them, especially to one shadowhunter" Her grin slowly transformed into a smirk, her eyes fixed on you.

The other vampire walked past you, he was carrying a jug of what seems to be blood. It looked smooth, warm and refreshing. You slowly leaned in to get a closer look of the blood you wanted to desperately taste. Wait, why were you craving blood? What did they do to you? You eyes never left the jug, studying it closely.

"Are you hungry?" She let out a low laugh, slowly picking up the jug and pouring the blood into the glass. Her eyes never once left your face, taking pleasure in seeing you squirm.

"What did you do to me?" You snarled, pulling at your restraints

"Whatever do you mean?" She said, giving you a knowing look and a devious smile

"The blood, it's as if it's calling to me, drawing me in"

"Oh darling, that kicked in quick, don't you remember last night?" She took a step closer to you. You closed your eyes and used all your strength to try and remember the events of last night. You came up with nothing, you couldn't remember a thing.

"No I don't, what did you do?" You ask again, glaring at her

"Well, we all had an appetite and you were just sitting there. We couldn't resist the urge to taste you, well not me, because I already have" She said with a hint of flirtation, running her fingers over her lips as if she was remembering the moment. This caused a shiver to run through your body. Then it hit you, why she looked familiar, why her voice was so alluring. Your eyes went wide, looking at her in disbelief. It was your ex girlfriend. She looked different, less alive. She used to be so shy and bashful and would never think of hurting someone. But the woman in front of you was different, more confident, deadlier, her eyes were filled with lust and anger. Which shocked you when they used to be filled with love and compassion. You shrugged it off, holding this conversation for later. You continued to explore what happened to you.