Air and Darkness: A Blackstairs fan fiction, Fan made third book

Chapter 5

She quickly walked out, through the now gloomy halls of the institute. She stepped out, to an empty street, suddenly wishing she had brought a weapon. Suddenly she was flung behind a building. She flung a blind punch at the jerk, who groaned in pain.

"When you said hard, I didn't think dirty fighting." The voice reminded her a bit of Kit.

"When you said said to meet here, the first thing that came to me was not let's throw Emma into a wall!" She growled. "Now, where's my sword?"

"Chill, Carstairs, it's called patience."

"You're so begging for a broken bone right now." He stood up, revealing a grin. She realized that his face was hidden by a black mask, only revealing his ice blue eyes, which were laughing at her. He pulled out Cortana, and threw it to her, which she caught expertly.

"Relax, I wasn't here to be a killed, Blondie."

"Blondie?" Her voice hitched. He chuckled, which Emma thought was creepily attractive.

"I hear you need help with the Black Volume. " He said. "Annabel was spotted pretty close to the London institute, after your Blackthorn parabatai set her lose and started all this chaos."

"He. Did. Not."

"Okay then, change of subject." He still had that playful expression on his face that would literally be the death of her. But what he said had interested her.

"London institute, you say?" She eyed him, doubtfully. "You expect me to believe you, a total stranger who just left bruises on my back a few minutes ago."

"You can either trust me or not, your choice, your loss," he said icily. She met his stare.

"Well then," he broke the stare, and fingered a lock of her hair. ""Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow." He quickly pulled back. She recognized the quote from Romeo and Juliet. And he took a few steps back, "And I'll take my exit." he gave her a boyish grin and slid into the shadows, like a cat, to fast for her to catch.

"Who the heck are you Romeo?" She called into the shadows. She was met with a faraway laugh. "Next time you touch Cortana, it will be if it's blade is through your head!"

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Julian, Cristina, Mark, Jace and Clary were just stepping out of the institute, when they heard Emma screaming about Romeo and blade through someone's head.

"Hey, Julian, I think your girl's gone insane." Jace raised his eyebrows. "Hey, I think it's contagious, Clary's got it to." Clary punched him in the arm. Julian rushed toward Emma, who was looking into the shadows of a building, a dazed look on her face.

"Emma!" Cristina ran ahead. "What happened to you?" She gently took Emma's arm, which had a scrape on the upper arm, only beginning to bleed. Emma woke up from her daze or whatever it was, and looked at her arm with confusion.

"Oh. I must of scraped myself..."She murmured softly.

"Emma, are you sure your okay?" Clary asked gently.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She started to move, when she winced slightly, rubbing her back. "Oh he's going to pay for that," She muttered to herself, almost inaudible.

"Let me help you with that," He gestured to her arm. To his bitter surprise, she backed away.

"I'm fine, Jules." Her voice was sharp. The nickname stung. That's when he noticed the scrap of paper on her shoulder. Julian took the scrap before Emma could grab it.

TRUST NO ONE. LONDON INSTITUTE.

Be careful. "These violent delights have violent ends."

Emma froze as he read the words out loud.

"I didn't know you were a Shakespeare person Emma," Jace said, looking over Julian's shoulder.

"Um." Emma seemed to be at a lost of words.

"Care to tell us what this is?" Mark crossed his arms.

"It's nothing." Her face was annoyingly unreadable. "I have no idea what it is." And then she smiled mischievously. "But I know where Annabel might be."