"Fayelynn?"
The werewolf obviously recognized me, but it didn't mean she didn't snarl and struggle. Seeing me here, with Valentine, seemed to just make her want to rip my throat out.
"Why do you have her? She's done nothing to you!" I turned on Valentine.
"She's a Downworlder, Raziel, Princess, she's a fowl creature. Just look at her"
"She's a child!" I shout, my anger rising, my hands beginning to twitch."She's not a child! She's a monster! A demon!" He yelled back "although, we won't kill her, just yet, if you can get past my men, using your power, not weapons"
"I already told you! I don't know how! We've been here for hours! And the most I've done is unfold my wings, re fold them, and make some kind of weird golden ball of light!"
"Well, try harder" he sneered "you have two minutes. If you haven't gotten to her, and gotten my men away, and down, she gets killed"Great.
"Time starts...now"
I look down at my hands in a panic, not sure what to do. I don't know how to do anything on command.
"Tick tock, Bexley!" Valentine taunted.
My panic was rising, my hands were shaking. Mind racing.
Then Magnus' words came to me.
"This magic is part of who you are" He had said.
"once you learn to control yourself" I suddenly knew what to do.Closing my eyes and taking a breath, I felt the panic leave my body. My eyes snapped open and I whipped my right arm into the air, envisioning exactly what I want to happen with my minds eye.
The man holding Fayelynn from the left shot into the air. Thrusting my arm farther away from me, he rocketed to back, landing in a heap on the ground, unconscious.
Something inside me had come alive. And I didn't know what. I also didn't know if I like it or not. It was a rush. Like a drug. But it also felt wrong. And cruel.
Faye had stopped struggling, looking at me in fear and shock, but her attention was shifted when The second man began being dragged across the ground.
He was clawing, and yelling. But it had no effect. I continue to drag him. Closer and closer. A fabric looking Golden light began to wrap its way around the man, binding his legs and arms.
"That's enough, Bexley" Valentine's voice pulls me out of my power high. "I'm impressed. I didn't think you could figure it out so quickly"
His being impressed made guilt settle down on my chest. I don't want to impress him.
As soon as I had let my attention slip from the man by my feet, the light that was binding him had disappeared. Along with every ounce of energy in my body."Take the wolf back to her cage. She lives, for today" the second man scrambles to stand and get back to Faye, who still hadn't moved. She was still in shock, the man then begins dragging her away.
"That was good, Bexley, very good" Valentine came to stand next to me.
I looked down at my hands, horror filled me as I realized what I had done was awful. I could really hurt some one.The next thing I know, the ground in getting closer.
Then blackness took over.
New York institute
Jace was awoken by the golden morning sun, that was just rising. Bexley never liked curtains, she liked the sun and the stars alike to light her room as they pleased.
At first, the blonde boy that lay in the bed had forgotten that Bexley wasn't there.
He had slept in this bed so many times it was normal. It was normal to wake when she got up to shower or get a drink. She always came back.
But that moment of bliss didn't last long. Soon the reality set in that she wasn't here. She wasn't going to walk out of the bathroom and smile at him, like she always did. She wasn't going to crawl back into bed and snuggle into his chest, like she so loved to do.
He wasn't going to be able to hold her, while she sleeps. He wasn't going to get to listen to her hum as she reads her assignments. He wouldn't get to tease her. Or tug her hair. He wouldn't be able to make her laugh, or smile.
And he would never get to tell her he loved her.Jace sat upright in the bed, feet hitting the floor, running his hand through his hair.
He had to find her.•••••••
Clary's heals clicked on the tiles, as she walked towards the training room.
She had to do something. Anything.
She had to keep herself busy.After she had left Jace last night, not knowing what to say to make him feel better, she had called Simon.
They had spent the night together, they didn't do anything. They just talked.
Clary turned into the training room and let out a small shriek, before running across the room to the unconscious girl, laying in a pool of her own blood.
"Izzy?" Clary asked with urgency "Someone get Alec! Or Jace!"
"Come on, Izzy" she pulled her friend into her lap "Jace! Alec! Someone help!"
Isabelle was bleeding from the head, where she must have hit it when she collapsed.
Just then, a small boy that Clary faintly recognized as max, passed by the door."Max! Max, wait! Please"
"Yes?- is that my sister?" His eyes widened
"Go get Alec!" She demanded "run"
The small boy nodded and took off.Down halls and in between people.
He didn't stop until he got to Alec. Who was in the kitchen."Alec"
"Hey max" Alec smiled "what's up?"
"Isabelle- she's hurt"
"Where?"
"Training-" and before max could finish Alec was gone, running to his sister.
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The blond devil- a 'SHADOWHUNTERS' fan fiction
FanficBexley Raziel bloodborn's life wasn't normal. It was anything but mundane. She was a ShadowHunter. And even for a shadowHunter, Bexley's and her friends life was a bit more hectic then the norm. They were a team. The best. Their bond was unbreak...