Who is my mother, really? (A Shadow and Bone Fanfic)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

2021 Update - So this is the original version of this fanfiction, and since it's been up for so long, I can't bring myself to unpublish it. I think this version is from 2013/2014, so proceed with caution if you decide to read it. (Also, if you made it this far, you won't be missing much if you decide not to.)

                                                                                   -Iva (formally Anna)

So for all people asking me if I've read the WHOLE Grisha Trilogy, the answer is FINALLY yes! So since I found out some things in Ruin and Rising that will complicate the plot that I had set up for this story, and because I want to add some things, so I'm REWRITING THIS WHOLE STORY! I have not started yet! Hope you enjoy when I have, so Enjoy! (For now till I rewrite) And in the words of the Great author that made this story possible, Saints' Speed -Anna (By the way 'Saints' Speed' is in Ruin and Rising. I like saying 'saints' instead of 'God'.) P.S. I'm going to leave the original up. The second part will be the rewrite.

I slammed the book shut. I loved the ending. How Alina and Mal had gotten away. I hated the Darkling for what he had done to West Ravka. Most some things, tly I was just stunned. I sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally I got up and reached for another book. Then I stopped. I was to shaken to start another book, so I started reading Shadow and Bone again.

After I had finished reading it, I started to act it. It was so much fun screaming my hate at the Darkling. After three days of acting it, I finally finished.

The night I finished, I was coming out of the bathroom when an idea hit me. What if the Darkling came after me? What if he thought I was Alina? I throw the thought out of my head. It scared me. Gave me nightmares. And it was impossible!

The next day I was in my room reciting my favorite parts. I was on chapter nineteen, the chapter where the Darkling and Alina are alone in his tent, talking. I had just finished, when I said, "I wish I could see what the Darkling looks like."

"You can."

I spun around to find a man standing in my doorway. He looked strangely familiar with jet black hair and gray slate eyes that glimmered like quartz. He was tall and quit handsome. He was staring at me with the corners of his mouth twitching like he was suppressing a smile. He stepped forward, and I took an involuntary step back.

"Hello Alina," he said.

At that moment I realized who he was.

I jumped onto the bed and hid in the farthest corner. I hugged my knees to my chest. I lay my head on top of my knees, crying. "You're you're the Dark- Darkling. You're the Darkling. I don't want to die! I don't want to die," I screamed between fits.

He was beside me in an instant. "Why do yu act this way Alina? Not once were you ever scared of me. Well, the first time i meet you, you were terrified," he laughed," other than that you have never been scared," he said with what sounded like real concern, but when I looked up the Darkling had a smirk on his face.

The Darkling grabbed held of my chin, then, and pulled my eyes to his. With his touch came that rush of certainty that was described in the book. I hated it. "Why are you so frightened of me, Alina?" "I'm not..." I began. The Darkling cut me off with a laugh," you said the very same thing in the Grisha tent. You were so sure you were not Grisha, and yet, here we are."

He stood then and went over by the door, then turned around. "Come here." Fear shot through me. I didn't want to go to him. I didn't even want to look at him, but I made myself rise and walk to him. The Darkling looked down on me and closed his fingers on my shoulders. "You are not Alina, but you look just like her and that tracker," he said his eyes narrowing. "You must be her daughter," he said changing to a sneer. Finding my voice I screamed," my mom is not Alina, and my dad is not Mal. They don't exist. You don't exist." "Ah, but oh how I do, my dear."