ꜰʀᴀʏᴇᴅ |ᴀ.ʟ.| ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ {ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ #1}

{𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖}

I wake with a sudden start, shooting up in a bed...who's bed? I glance around wildly, noticing that I'm in a random room, some kind of hospital-looking place.

My gaze drifts downwards and I notice that my clothes are gone and are instead replaced by a long black shirt that hangs to my knees...what the hell is going on?

"Where's Clary!?" I yell instinctively, not expecting a response, until...

"She's right her-ow!" A female voice speaks before being cut off by a spry orange head shooting up and smacking her in the face on the bed she's poised upon

"Clary!" I gasp, shooting from the bed and sliding to the floor by her side, grabbing her hand instantly, "Oh my God, are you alright?"

"Cami!" Clary gasps, before her head snaps towards the unknown company at the end of her bed, "Wait...Who are you? I don't know you-"

"I'm Isabelle" she interrupts, a bright smile etched across her angelic face, "I've never seen Jace so curious about a couple of mundanes...or distracted"

At the word 'distracted,' her eyes flit specifically to Clary and I frown. If she's talking about that blonde, tattooed guy from our house, he's got another thing coming...

"Like you saw earlier, distractions are dangerous in our line of work"

"Excuse me..." I defend, standing from the floor to gain height, feeling, for some unknown reason, threatened, "What line of work is that exactly?"

"Who's Jace?" Clary pipes up, her hand still in mine

"You really don't know much do you?" Isabelle condescends, a knowing smile on her face, a smile that just makes me angrier

"All we know is some psycho's taken our mother, and now you random people have taken me and my sister" Clary quivers, her eyes darting uncomfortably around the room

It's at that moment that I, too, take in my surroundings. We seem to be in some kind of gothic church, adorned with high, stained glass walls and ancient, historic looking pillars and stonework...but inside, where we stand, it looks high-tech and modern. Pristine white beds, marble floors, modern technology spaced throughout the room, glass walls. It was a strange mix between old and new...and it was making me uncomfortable.

"The mundanes shouldn't even be here" A gruff voice speaks from behind me and I spin around, spotting the blonde boy from earlier and...

Wow.

He was unlike anyone I'd ever seen before. Tall, at least a foot taller than me, with dark black hair and penetrating hazel eyes. He was ridiculously handsome, more attractive then anyone I had ever met in my life but there was a hardness to him, a coldness that I couldn't quite place, almost like an armour...

My eyes connect with his and I watch as the mask peels away infinitesimally, revealing some hint of exposed emotion before closing right back up again.

I'd always been incredibly intuitive when it came to people, that's why short, millisecond moments like the pretty boy's mask slipping were easy for me to catch but even so, something about this guy was impossible even for me to crack.

"Where is 'here' exactly?" Clary demands, her bravado returning

"They're not mundanes, Alec" The blonde sighs, as if this was the millionth time he'd told him this.

Alec.

Nice name.

"How do you know that?" Alec snarks

"Because the seraph blade lit up when she touched it" Jace explains

"I'm sorry" I turn to Clary, frown present, "Since when do you go around wielding blades?"