Fire

Chapter 2

"And his eyes?" I asked one of the shadowhunters who saw the vampire for the 20th time. Her name was Jessica Featherstone. I was drawing him in one of my many drawing books.

Surprisingly Rj and Aunt Izzy proved to be quite easy to convince. They only took a day each of constant convincing. Now, though that seems like a lot, trust me, it's not. Rj took a two weeks to convince to crash a mundane school party. Aunt Izzy took a week to keep quiet about it and help me choose a dress for it. Uncle Alec took a day and a half, but finally he gave me a glare and muttered something that sounded like "There's only so much of Jace-like people I can take. I'll just go back to Magnus, a week with him should be okay." Now the former sentence was a compliment, though I let him think I felt it as an insult. My daddy was the greatest man in the world, the only time I would be insulted when compared to him is when....well, never. Now, the latter sentence was wayy too much information.

My mom still hadn't agreed. Dad had also given me a surprise. When he had agreed, he didn't offer me help to convince Mom. I suppose it didn't work that way between parents.

Now, a week after the news, I had taken to drawing the vamp with the help of the shadowhunters who had seen him. It took a while because most of them were dead, and I had to wait because the rest of them were mortally wounded. So when Jessica was finally healed enough to travel in any form, she had come over to the New York Institute about an hour ago, where Mom and I worked together to heal her, with our runes that we created, saw, dreamt of, whatever.

It was the only time she talked to me without shouting. Uncle Si had sided with her of course and still hadn't given me "permission". But screw him, I was gonna do this no matter what.

Currently, the vamp's picture had come quite well, if I say myself. Who was I kidding? My amazing artist skills were this good due to my mom and my grandma. My mom gave me amazing drawing and sketching skills, and my grandma gave me skills to draw and paint with anything and everything excluding pens and pencils.

"Red, like blood." Right, back to the vamp. Enough self praising, Hella. Rj's called me that ever since we met, when I was 4. This vamp had light brown hair that had been tied back in a ponytail when he was taken in. Sharpish chin that still was attractive. I had his outline out, and was focusing on his details, I can draw quite fast. He was about 5'10 according to the girl, and had black eyes before he killed the first shadowhunter, after he had smelled us, I suppose. He was very pale too.

'Apparently the Inquisitor wasn't kidding.' What? When is he EVER kidding?

"And he was barefoot." Barefoot? OHHKAYY, so super tough skin, eh?

'When did I become so dumb? Is it cuz I haven't gotten demon blood lately? But that can't be it right? Like its not painful...Whatever, later. Right now, vampire.'

"And he had leaves and like dirt all over him, like he fell down a lot in the woods. But his hair was still shiny, it didn't lessen his beauty, he was still attractive." Jessica said. I made a face at that last statement. Attractive my a**.

"And he was very graceful, when we COULD see him." Uh huh. Right. She was quiet after that. I worked on the drawing, adding lines to make him more realistic, shadows where needed. A while later, I showed Jessica the final picture. It was a man with hair that went a little past his shoulders, lean, with a sneer on his face. His shoulders were slightly hunched, with his right leg behind his left, slightly leaned over as if he wanted to tell you something dirty. His eyes were bright and his arms were extended towards me-well her. It was quite realistic. I think it freaked her out a little, because she backed up, with her eyes wide, and nodded quickly and furiously, as if the faster she said yes, the faster it would get out of her vision.