With Light

Chapter 2- I Think The Fates Might Hate Me.

******WARNING: slight violence.*******

                                                                    CHAPTER 2

 If there's one thing jasmine really hates about her life, it's the running.

The sad part is, it's part of her everyday life. Running. Away from demons, loyals, and of course; creatura timor. But it doesn't bother her anymore, it's almost unnoticeable. It blends in with her surrounding. 

Jasmine dove underneath the thick root that curved upwards. She slid underneath it in an effort to elude the thing behind her. Without hesitation, she pulled out of her pocket a blinder. She ripped out the pin and threw somewhere in the beast's general direction. She peeked out from her hiding space. The snake woman hissed and spat at the ground. Her vibrant, green eyes filled with tears which she wiped away vigorously  "Lumina where are you? I am blind not deaf I will find you." A hundred serpent like voices hissed in the air. Jasmine cursed and tugged on her necklace  Quickly and quietly so the demon wouldn't hear her, she whispered, "Protectione." The crudely shaped topaz immediately shined, and shaped itself into a crystal lined bow accompanied by twelve poisonous arrows. The snake woman's silver whip glittered in the lazy afternoon sun. Jasmine took her aim, straight for the snake woman's heart. She murmured a quick prayer to whoever was watching, God, gods, the fates. She didn't care, she just needed someone to hear. 

The arrow hit it's target and the serpent hissed again at the newfound stinging pain. Jasmine quickly bounded over to the snake woman and shoved her roughly against the floor. Again, the snake woman hissed, but it was weaker this time and filled with unnamed pain. Jasmine gipped her knife and slowly, as if not to frighten the wounded creature, brought it out and showed it to the serpent  "This," she said slowly knowing that the poison not only causes unimaginable pain but also dulls brain activity "is my favorite knife. The arrow I shot you with contains ignis ardentis" The snake woman whimpered at the sound of the much feared poison  Jasmine hesitated but continued. "You can either tell me everything you know and have me kill you quickly with my favorite knife or, I can leave you here to burn with the ignis ardentis in your system." Jasmine smirked as a brief moment of uncertainty crossed the demon's facial features. Snakes are not very loyal creatures. But the demon woman's mouth clamped up and a stubborn look flashed in her eyes. Jasmine leaned down. "You know, I've heard that ignis ardentis is the worst possible way to die. Worse than drowning, suffocation  and one million stabs to the chest all combined. Your death will not be a fast one. Not unless you tell me what you know." The serpent's eyes widened.

"Jace has one hundred plus demons out for you, forty nine trackers, and seventeen loyals." The serpent woman said softly. Hating that she was betraying her people. Jasmine's eyes widened. She mentally reviewed the situation. Demons, like the serpent in front of her, would be easy. They are not very loyal would trade anything for power. The trackers would be pests, but they are blindly loyal and easy to kill. But the loyals, the loyals would force her to use her bending which would be like sending a flare up to everyone of her enemies.

I think the fates might hate me. She thought bitterly.

Jasmine's eyes widened even further when she realized the missing bit of information. "What about the fallen?" Jasmine asked, she needed answers, the fallen can only be sent back to the hell they came from with light bending. The serpent involuntarily whimpered when Jasmine spoke of the cursed things. "That is all I say, all I know." She cried pathetically, she just wanted it over. The fire burned it's way through her veins and stung like a bitch. "Then you are of no use to me." Jasmine said, preparing to plunge her knife into the demon's heart. The thing's eyes blinked away tears and suddenly, death was feared again. 'No, wait I know where-" A shrieking howl filled the air, cutting of her words. Her eyes glowed once more as she said: " Fear will find you! You, my queen will someday bow down to him as we all have before. No more turning back to your precious prince of stars or you're Nicolai! HE WILL FIND YOU!" Her eyes went dead at the message.

Jasmine pulled her knife out of the demon's body and stood up. "I always keep a promise." She said softly, before turning back and stalking away. Besides, she had someone very important to meet.

*****LATER******

Jasper sighed, looking down at his watch again.The girl was supposed to be here an hour ago. He wondered for the millionth time that day why she was so damn important. Just another human, there are plenty in the world. The plane was finally unboarding and Jasper looked everywhere he could, holding up a sign that said JASMINE PARKER, feeling like a chauffeur  "That would be me." Said a light voice behind him. He breathed in. The air suddenly smelled like summer, and rain, and rising bread, and lavender, and everything that shouldn't have gone together but somehow did. His mind and body screamed only one thing:

MATE!

He swiveled around to face her. She was absolutely stunning. She had beautiful blonde hair that reached mid back, it was slightly wavy and sent another burst of that smell, that amazing smell into the room. Her lips were soft, pink, and kissable. Her figure and curves belonged to a goddess and her eyes were framed by thick, coal black lashes. Her skin was kissed by the sun. She was wearing absolutely no makeup, but still. She looked perfect. Mate. The wolf inside him whimpered. 

Jasmine herself had a similar reaction, but her's was echoed by the thick, bitter aftertaste of fear. Just smelling him, he knew all at once he was a shifter. Also because of his looks. All supernaturals, except for demons and the fallen of course, were blessed with unnaturally good looks. But even on those standards, this guy was hot. His hair fel into thick, curly black locks. He had the sort of eyelashes that were wasted on a boy. His eyes were the color of dark, blue jeans.

"Hi, I'm Jasper and I'm supposed to welcome you to our wonderful home." He said. He felt like a toy. Like one of those barbie dolls that talk when you pull the strings on their backs. Who spoke only repetitive nonsense. He reached out and gripped her hand in a firm handshake, but electricity claimed them, sending pleasurable sparks up their arms. Jasmine couldn't even stop herself before her luggage dropped out of her hands and his name bubbled it's way up her throat and through her mouth 

"Nicolai?!"