Bloodlines

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Eden woke up to her side burning like fire, making a growl mixed with a hiss escape her lips, her eyes snapping open and latching onto the person that was causing her such feeling, they latched onto an older brunettish man, he had a steele pressed onto her side, the cause of the pain, her hand latched onto his wrist and forced it away from her side, she could see the panic in his eyes as she sat up.

"Where am I?" She growled at him, anger coming from her in waves, "Where's Clary?" he eyes narrowing at the man, "Let him go. Jace is getting your sister." a deep and demanding voice claimed making the brunette girl look at the owner as they entered the room. It was the black-haired man from the club, annoyed she pushed the man that had been inflicting pain on her away and stood from the bed she was in.

It seemed that he had expected her to be hit with a sense of dizziness because when she walked to him and didn't sway a strange emotion flashed through his face, and once again, yet strangely he felt as if he could die by the strange woman's hands, a feeling that he didn't really like. "Where am I?" she growled at him, "Brooklyn Institute." he said as calmly as he could, trying to show that he wasn't scared of her.

That's when Eden's eyes flashed to his runes, a look of annoyance and understanding flashing across her face, something he quickly picked up, "You know of us." he declared as he saw her shake her head and look down at her feet, "How?" this time he was the one who stepped closer to her, already knowing she wasn't going to move from her spot.

"I'm one of you." she rebutted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which considering she had just survived the unbelievable pain inflicted on her side was quite oblivious. "Leave." The man ordered the guy that had been tattooing her, neither of them sparing him a glance as he basically flew across the room, out of harm's way.

"Who taught you to fight like you did?" the man pressed, watching as Eden's eyes flashed up to meet his, goldish hazel clashing with chestnut hazel, "My father. What's your name?" she countered, watching as his face scrunched up in confusion, she knew that he was trying to think of any shadowhunter deserters which was definitely not her father's case.

"Alec!" the same kind voice from the previous voice filled the air, bringing the two 23-year-old's attention to the owner, Isabelle Lightwood stood there, clean clothes in her arms and a small blush covering her face, "Isabelle." The man, Alec, greeted, looking back at the woman before, only now noticing her state of undress causing a blush to cover his cheeks as well, as his eyes diverted back to his sister. 

"You two look like you've never seen a woman in a bra." Eden snarked as she walked towards the bed and plopped herself on it, Alec shuffled away from her while his sister stepped closer, "It's not that. I just expected them to have at least given you a shirt." Isabelle claimed, setting the clothes at the foot of the bed. 

"I woke up to a searing pain on my side, I didn't have time to ask for a shirt." Eden scoffed, moody due to the recent events, "Good then, you can change straight into these." Isabelle smiled, it was this smile that made Eden calm down, it was a smile so sincere and calm that it calmed her down instantly.