Nephilim

36

Kirstin's P.O.V.- Present Day

My eyes flutter open to a woman's face right above me, cold blue-green eyes staring down at me. I let out a yelp, shooting up into a sitting position on the couch. I don't hit anything on the way up, thank god, but I nearly scream as the woman speaks from behind me, "Oh look... She's awake. About time, I've been just dying to talk to you." I spin around coming face to face with the Blackthorn woman in front of me, standing up in the process. I grab my blade from my boot, throwing it at her.

Proceeding to watch it fly right through her, and dig into the wall with no blood in sight, "What the fuck? How are you here? Why am I seeing you?"

A harsh laugh erupts from her lips, her petite frame leaning against the couch, "At least you know you're seeing things. Or, think you're seeing things. What, no love for mommy dearest?" The barely-eighteen-year-old fake pouts, laughing as I glare. I move to grab the knife, tucking it away and wandering into the kitchen. Amelia follows me, easily passing over the table.

I find Magnus, Alec, Ryder, and Clary all huddled around the island in the middle of the kitchen, drinking coffee, "Thank you for saving my life, Magnus. How long until the side effects wear off?"

Magnus scoffs, "Good morning to you too. You're welcome, and there are no side effects. Part of the magic deal. Why? Are you still feeling funny?" Magnus' makeup was done, a satin robe on instead of his normal fashionable outfits.

"Yeah, Darling Daughter, are you still feeling funny?" I glance toward Amelia, who was leaning on the islands next to Magnus, a sickly-sweet smile on her face.

I shake my head, "Nope, not at all." Clary offers me a cup of coffee as all five of us fall into senseless chatter, Amelia perched on the table next to me.

#

"What is the point of owning an expensive phone, if you never answer the damn thing?" Bucky questions me, laughing as I flip him off, maneuvering around his bulky frame to grab a bag of chips.

"I do answer it, just not when you call. I don't have your number, so I won't pick up. I only answer contacts I recognize, or if the number calls three times back-to-back. That means it's serious." I rip open the bag, offering some to Bucky after I shove three into my mouth. A laughing Amelia runs her hand down Bucky's jaw.

"He's hot. Damn, you should hit that. Oh wait, he's, like, a thousand years old. Don't hit that. Don't even think about hitting that. Unless you're into that kind of thing?" Amelia smiles, her hand trailing down the Bucky's chest, squeezing his pectoral. I stare blankly at her face, schooling my features.

"What are you staring at? You aren't even listening to me."

I shake my head, taking a step back, "I am. I swear I am. I just..."

Bucky laughs, "It's okay, I understand. I actually have to go, so... talk another time then?" I nod enthusiastically, forcing a smile onto my face, my eyes flicking between Amelia and Bucky. Holy shit, I'm going nuts.

"Yes, yes you are. Maybe they should've checked your family history, you know, before letting you into the public. I was insane, your dad is insane, big brother Sammy was insane, Dean's just... Brain dead, really. All that alcohol must have fucked him up in the upstairs brain. I mean, really, how many times can people cross you before you learn your lesson? I learned mine with you. A bit too late, if we're bein' honest. I drank that Lake Lynn water and... God, it felt amazing to be numb." I growl, setting the chip bag on the counter and storming out of the room. Unfortunately, she followed me all the way down to the empty lab. I smile, glad for Peter getting Tony out of his lab, thus keeping Bruce out because he won't come in here without Tony.