Turns out 'who knows where' was the front of Clary's apartment, behind a bunch of bushes. Jace started ripping a piece of cloth into strips, and Rose was sitting by not being able to do anything. She was putting her trust in this boy, her friend's life was in his hands. Rose didn't trust people easily, but she wasn't about to endanger her friends' life based on Rose's own issues. She did however feel helpless. She felt like she wasn't able to do anything. That's when Rose's desperate need to do something became too much, and she tried to turn her phone. Turns out, it hadn't died, it just decided that the moment Clary needed it was a good time to update, although that was partly Rose's fault. She had been procrastinating in updating her phone for weeks, maybe a month. No wonder it decided to do it on it's own. That's when her phone started ringing. Her eyes briefly glanced over the caller ID, before her eyebrows furrowed and a disgruntled look settled on her face. She was so not in the mood to deal with him of all people, but if she didn't pick up it would probably make him even angrier, so she distanced herself from Clary and Jace, and started trying to mentally prepare herself for the conversation she was about to have.
"What do you want?" She asked, well more like demanded, exhaustion weighing down her voice.
"You do not get to speak to me like that," the voice on the other end growled, while Rose muttered a sarcastic 'yeah, yeah,' in response. "Where are you?" Why did he care? He's never cared before.
"I'm out with Clary and Simon," Rose lied. Technically she was with Clary, but she then realized the two girls had left Simon at Eric poetry reading. She had completely forgotten.
"Don't lie to me! Simon called asking where you were, and he hates me, so it must be important." 'Not like it's hard to hate you' Rose thought.
"Fine. I am out with Clary though, we just didn't take Simon with us."
"And where were you last night? You didn't come home! Your mother was worried sick." Yeah right she was. Rose's mother is never worried about her. She could honestly care less.
"Look, I really don't have time for this, and I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit. So if you could leave me alone? That would be greatly appreciated," Rose snarled her voice filled to the brim with something she liked to call the Three S'. Snark, Sass, and Sarcasm. Rose looked up from her phone to see both Clary and Jace looking at her. Clary, being the amazing person she is, had worry in her eyes for her friend, despite the obvious pain she was in. Jace, on the other hand, had a surprised look. Rose wasn't the best at hiding her emotions. When she hated someone, it was obvious, and not once had Rose ever used that tone of voice with Jace. She looked away from the two people and focused back on her conversation just to notice her father yelling at her.
"Listen here, you little brat. You do not speak to me that way! I took you in, I gave you a home, and I gave you food to eat! You should be grateful!" He yelled, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Just come home, don't do anything stupid, and try not to end up in a ditch somewhere, dead." Although that sentence would seem like something a bipolar parent who cared would say, it's not. Her father had a disinterested voice. He didn't care. He never had.
"Whatever," Rose grumbled, hanging up before she could hear his next response.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was Rose's father. He could easily win father of the year award. Sadly Darth Vader seemed to win again this time. Her father, also known as Satan incarnate is a close runner up though, maybe he'll win next year.
"Are you okay?" Clary asked. She wasn't looking too good. Her skin was pale, and sweat stuck strands of her red hair to her face. Jace was currently drawing something on her arm, but Clary didn't seem to care much. Rose, not trusting herself to speak, nodded as she came closer towards the two. Jace then grabbed Rose's arm, and put the same Mark on her arm that he had on Clary's. Apparently it was supposed to hide them. Clary started to stand, and Rose rushed over to her. She shouldn't be standing in her condition. Even Rose knew that. Just like she had predicted Clary had collapsed into Jace after muttering his name. Rose couldn't slow her heartbeat, and her eyes grew fearful for her friend's condition. Jace, noticing the girl's frantic state, offered words of comfort, but it didn't do much. Rose just blindly followed the boy, after putting her earbuds in. Music always calmed her down and right now she needed to be calm, if not for herself then for Clary. She lost herself in the music she was listening to. It usually varied from Against the Current, to Arrows to Athens, and a bunch of other assorted songs (that were usually depressing, but some were upbeat like La Da Dee, Someone to You, and Take Yours, I'll Take Mine)
Rose finally looked up and noticed they were outside this old church looking building that was in shambles, at least that was her first thought when she quickly glanced over it. As she looked at it more carefully she realized it was something more. Something amazing! This must be the institute that had been mentioned before. Their headquarters maybe? Finally, they were in front of the door. Jace inserted a key and opened it. Rose was hesitant to go through the doorway though, but she couldn't just leave Clary, so she stepped through the doorway and followed Jace to what she assumed was the infirmary.
Rose stayed by Clary's side for three days. Three days of sitting there and waiting for her best friend to wake up. Three days of worrying, and awkward silences between herself, Alec, and Isabelle (on the off occasion the two showed up to take care of Clary). Rose didn't talk to them and they didn't talk to her, and she ignored the conversations the other two had. The first day, she relied on her phone for music and entertainment. That didn't last very long because her phone died, and the institute didn't exactly have chargers let alone outlets. Then she relied on her notebook. She wrote out everything she was feeling, and soon her notebook had a couple pages filled to the brim with angst. Full on angst, and that was it. When she got bored of feeling emotions she started doodling, only to find the pages filled with sketches of faeries, wolves, demons, moons, and an assortment of mythological things, that weren't so much myth as they were real. At least, Rose thought they were real. Who wouldn't? After the things she had been through, it was probably normal to think every story she had ever heard of was real. Who knows?. She was finally sick of sitting around and doing nothing, but it's not like she could go home. She probably should, but she refused to leave her friend in this strange place, so Rose stayed put, wondering what sort of punishment she was going to get for being gone for days. By the third day, Rose had collapsed from exhaustion. She hadn't slept since the night of the club, and even then that was exhaustion induced sleep, so again she collapsed into one of the infirmary beds, making sure she was close to Clary. But of course Rose wouldn't be granted the gift of a good night's sleep. Surprise, surprise, she had nightmares. Whoop-de-doo!
Everyone around her was dead. Their bodies twisted in gruesome ways, some of their faces showing the terror they had felt as they were dying. A scream left Rose's throat, as she saw the bodies around her. She didn't know half of the people in front of her, but some of them had familiar faces, there was Alec, Isabelle and Jace. Then right next to Jace, was her best friend. Clary. Clary's green eyes were wide open and her red hair mixed with the blood adorning the ground. She had a gaping cut along her throat, blood soaked the front of her shirt. Another cry left Rose's throat as she dropped to her knees beside her friend. She didn't get a lot of time to mourn before someone had tackled her to the ground. Her arms were pinned beside her head and she looked into the eyes of the person trying to kill her. They were black, completely and utterly black, like a demons. Their white hair contrasting with their eyes.
"This is your fault!" He screamed at her. "This is all your fault." Then blood started dripping from his mouth and he rolled off of her. She noticed a gaping whole in his front, and how his eyes flickered from black to green. Rose then looked down and saw a sword in her hand, dripping with blood. Screaming, she dropped the weapon and backed away from the boy, looking down at her hands in horror. She had killed him. It was her fault. She stumbled backward and then she was on her back, finding that she had tripped on something. She quickly got to her feet, and looked down. This time, tears started rolling down her cheeks, as she looked down to see the body of her parents. Her real parents. The ones she could barely remember.
"This is your fault. All your fault," voices whispered around Rose. "You should just die," Clary's voice said. "If you had never been born, we would still be alive." Her parents. "How could you do this to us?" Rose screamed again, as the voices grew louder. She clutched her ears and dropped to her knees squeezing her eyes shut.
"No... NO!" Rose yelled. "It's not true, it can't be true," she whispered as the voices grew louder. "Stop! STOP IT!" She screamed, and just like she asked the voices stopped, and all that was left was eerie quietness. She slowly opened her eyes, and wiped her tears, before getting to her feet. It was quiet, and it unnerved her. Then a low guttural growl sounded from behind her. She slowly turned and came face to face with a creature. It was black, so black that it looked like a shadow. No, not a shadow. It looked like it was an abyss that could swallow her whole. It had black goo dripping from its fangs and from its eyes, almost like drool and tears. It's black eyes pierced into her soul. Then, it's mouth moved.
"Your fault," It said, but it had multiple voices, and she could pick out the voices of Clary, Simon, Jace, her parents, Jocelyn, Luke, and everyone else she cared about. Then it lunged at her. She didn't even get a chance to scream before it ripped out her throat.
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Roses Are Red (HIATUS/SLOW UPDATES)
FanficRosalie, in a desperate attempt to get away from her life, goes to a club with her friends, where she is met with a startling realization that everything she had ever known was a lie. As her and her friends were thrust into a world with demons, vamp...
