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ANGELS ARE FEW
Translated by Maybe. Edited by maweyumi
, and Drifted Moshalutz
We are all men,
our fragile nature and ability
of our flesh, few are angels.
-Shakespeare, King Henry VIII
Tessa screamed.
not a human cry, but a vampire cry. Barely recognized the sound that came out of his own throat, sounded like glass breaking. Only after he realized he was shouting words. Thought he was shouting the name of his brother, but did not.
"Will!" She screamed. "Will now, do it now!"
A gasp spread around the room. Dozens of white faces turned toward Tessa. His scream had pierced the thirst for blood. De Quincey was paralyzed on stage, even Nathaniel was staring at her, stunned, as if you were wondering if their screams was just a hallucination because of his agony.
Will, with his finger on the button of Phosphorus, hesitated. Their eyes met Tessa through the room. It was only for a second, but De Quincey saw his eyes. As if he could read the look on her face changed, and moved his arm to point directly to Will.
"The boy," he spat. "Switch it off!"
Will pulled his gaze from Tessa. The vampires were already rising, heading for him, his eyes glowing with rage and hunger. Will looked beyond them, De Quincey, who was watching Will furiously. There was fear in the face of Will when his eyes met those of the vampire, without hesitation or surprise.
"I'm not a guy," he said. "I am a Nephilim."
and pressed the button.
Tessa hugged herself preparing for a magical flame of white light. But instead, there an explosion of sound when the flames of the candles were fired towards the ceiling. Sparks flew, scattering across the floor like fire, igniting the curtains and skirts of the dresses of women. Suddenly the room was filled with billowing black smoke and screaming high, sharp and ugly. Tessa
lost sight of Will. He tried to move, but Magnus had almost forgotten it was there, took her firmly by the wrist.
"Miss Gray, no," he said, and when she responded by pulling harder, he added, "Miss Gray, now a vampire! If the fire reaches it, burn as chips wood ... "
To illustrate his argument, the time that a stray spark landed on top of the Wig Lady Delilah, burst into flames. With a cry I tried to start from the head, but when his hands came into contact with flames, they were also hit by fire, as if made of paper instead of skin. In less than a second his arms which were burning torches.
Howling, ran to the door, but the fire was faster than her. Within seconds, a roaring fire where she was located. Tessa could only see the outline of a screaming black creature within it.
"See what I mean?" Cried Magnus Tessa's ear, struggling to be heard above the howling of the vampires who were heading towards them, trying to avoid the flames.
"Let me!" Tessa cried. De Quincey had jumped into the crowd, Nathaniel was slumped on the stage, apparently unconscious, subject to the seat by handcuffs. "That over there is my brother. My brother!"
Magnus looked at her. Taking advantage of his confusion, Tessa freed his arm and started running to the stage. The room was a mess: vampires running around, many of them in a stampede for the exit. The vampires who had reached the door were ramming and pushing to get through first, others had changed direction and went towards the glass doors overlooking the garden.
Tessa turned to avoid a falling chair, and almost ran headlong into the vampire redhead with the blue dress that had struck down before his eyes. Now he seemed terrified. Tessa threw himself ... and then seemed to stumble. His mouth opened to release a scream and only shed blood as a source. His face crumpled, folding itself itself, the flesh became dust and rain from his skull. Her red hair was consumed and turned gray, the skin of his arms melted and turned to dust as well, and with one last scream, the vampire fell into a pile of bones and grit that lay on top of a satin dress empty.
Tessa choked, took his eyes from the wreckage and saw Will. He was standing right in front of her, holding a long silver knife, the blade was covered with scarlet blood. His face was also bloodied, and his eyes pop out of their orbits. "But what the hell you still doing here?" Tessa shouted. "You are incredibly stupid ..." Tessa
heard the noise before Will did, a slight whine, like a piece of broken machinery. The boy's gray jacket, the human servant of Lady Delilah had been fed before, was running for Will, the groans came from his throat and his face was wet with tears and blood. He carried the leg of a chair in one hand, the edge was broken and sharp.
"Care, Will!" Tessa cried, and Will turned. Tessa watched as he moved quickly, as a dark spot, and the knife was in his hand looked like a silver beam between the dark smoke. For when it stopped moved, the boy lay on the ground, the blade protruding from his chest. The blood flowed around it, the thicker and darker than the Blood.
Will, looking down, and looked pale.
"I thought ..."
"He would have killed you if I could," said Tessa.
"You know nothing about it," said Will. He shook his head once, as to forget her voice (her *) or the sight of the boy on the floor. The subdued seemed very young, his softer face twisted in death. "I told you we're ..."
"That's my brother," Tessa said, pointing to the back of the room. Nathaniel was still unconscious, limp on their wives. If not for the blood that was flowing from the wound in his neck, would have thought he was dead. "Nathaniel. In the chair. "
Will's eyes grew bigger with astonishment.
"But how ..." he began. Not had the chance to finish his question. At that time, the sound of breaking glass filled the room. The glass windows were broken in, and suddenly the room was overflowing with Shadow Hunters dressed in their uniform dark struggle.
were driving before them a loud and disorderly group of vampires who had fled to the garden. While Tessa looked more Shadowhunters began to overflow of the other doors, bringing vampires in front of them, like dogs herding sheep into a corral. De Quincey staggered ahead of the other vampires, her pale face covered in black ash, its teeth bared.
Tessa Henry saw between the Nephilim easily recognizable by his red hair. Charlotte was there, dressed as a man with dark equipment, as women drawn in the book of Tessa on Shadow Hunters. It looked small and incredibly brave and determined. And then there was Jem. His clothes made him look, surprisingly, even paler, and black marks on your skin out like ink on paper. Among the crowd recognized Gabriel Lightwood, his father, Benedict, Ms. Highsmith's thin, with black hair, and was behind all of Magnus, with blue sparks flying from his hands.
Will breathed, a little color returned to his face.
"I was not quite sure to come," he murmured, "not Phosphorus malfunctioning." He pulled his eyes from his friends and looked at Tessa. "Go to meet your brother," he said. "That will depart from the worst. I hope. "
He turned and left without looking back. The Nephilim had cornered the remaining vampires, those who were not killed by fire or by Will, in the middle of an impromptu circle Shadow Hunters. De Quincey was raised among the group, her pale face twisted with rage, his shirt soaked with blood, his own or someone else's, was not sure. The other vampires were hiding behind them, as children behind his father, looking brave and anxious at the same time.
"The Law," growled Quincey, while Benedict Lightwood went to him, a shiny blade in his right hand, its surface with black runes. "The law protects us. We surrender to you. Law ... "
" You broke the law, "growled Benedict. "So you have no protection. The sentence is death. "
"A worldly," Quincey said as he looked at Nathaniel. "A mundane has also broken the Law of the Covenant ..."
"The Act does not extend to the mundane. Can not wait to follow the laws of a world unknown. "
" worthless, "said Quincey. You have no idea how little it's worth. Do you really want to break our alliance for a mundane is not worth it? "
" It's more than a mundane! "Cried Charlotte, and his jacket Will took the paper that was removed from the library. Tessa had not seen Will it happen to Charlotte, but it should have done before. "What happens to these spells? Did you think that not discover? This ... this is absolutely forbidden black magic! "
De Quincey's face betrayed him and showed some surprise.
"Where have you found that?"
Charlotte's mouth was a hard line.
"It does not matter."
"What we are thinking ..." began De Quincey.
"We know enough!" Charlotte's voice was full of passion. "We know that we hate and despise us! We know that your partnership with us has been a farce! "
" Now it is against the Law of the Covenant that we do not like the Underworld Shadow Hunter? "De Quincey, but sneer was gone from his voice. He sounded angry.
"Do not play with us," spat Benedict. "After all we did for you, pass the resolutions to the law ... Why? We try to make them equal to us ... "
De Quincey's face twisted.
"Same? Do not know what that word means! Can not leave their convictions, or their belief in its inherent superiority. Where are our seats in the Council? Where is our Ambassador Idris? "
" But that ... that's ridiculous, "said Charlotte, but had ceased.
Charlotte Benedict threw a look impatient.
"E irrelevant. None of that excuses your behavior, de Quincey. While you sit in council with us, pretending you were interested in peace, behind us broke the law and you make fun of our power. Give it up, tell us what you want to know, and perhaps let your clan survive. Otherwise, there will be no mercy. "
Another vampire spoke. He was one of the men who had been tied to the chair Nathaniel, a great red-faced man angrily.
"If we needed further proof that the Nephilim never meant his promises of peace, here it is! Dare to attack, Shadow Hunters, and have a war on your hands! "
Benedict just smiled.
"Then let the war starts here," he said, and threw the knife to de Quincey. He whipped through the air ... and stuck deep in the red-haired vampire's chest, which had been placed in front of the leader of his clan. Exploded in a shower of blood as the other vampires screamed. With a howl, de Quincey went to Benedict. The other vampires seemed to awaken from its stupor and quickly followed. In a few seconds the room was a melee of shouting and chaos.
sudden chaos Tessa also thawed. Clutching her skirt, ran across the stage, and fell on his knees beside the chair Nathaniel. His head hung to one side, his eyes closed. The blood from the wound in his neck flowed in a slow trickle. Tessa pulled her sleeve. "Nate," she whispered. "Nate, I am."
He groaned, but gave no other answer. Biting her lip, Tessa went to deal with wives who grabbed her wrists to the chair. Were hard iron, reinforced by the strong arms of the chair with a row of nails, clearly designed to withstand even vampírica.Tiró force them until his fingers bled, but did not yield. If I only had one of the knives Will ...
looked across the room. It was still dark by the smoke. Among the swirling blackness, I could see bright flashes of guns, shadow hunters brandishing their daggers bright white Tessa knew now that knives were called seraphim, each shining in life by the name of an angel. Vampire blood running down the edges of the knives, dispersion as bright as a ruby. He realized with a shock of surprise (because the vampires were terrified at first), the vampires here were clearly overcome. Although the Children of the Night were aggressive and fast, the Shadow Hunters were about as fast as them, and they had weapons and training on their side. Vampire after vampire fell under the onslaught of knives seraph. The blood flowed in rivers across the floor, soaking the edges of the Persian carpets.
smoke cleared at one point, and dispatching Tessa Charlotte saw a big vampire in a gray jacket label. He slashed with the blade of his knife in his throat, and blood spattered on the wall behind them. He fell on his knees, groaning, and Charlotte finished him with a knife blade toward your chest.
A slick move came after Charlotte, it was Will, followed by a wild-eyed vampire wielding a silver handgun. Directed to Will, he said, and fired. Will be removed from the road and skidded along the ground bloody. He stood rolling, and jumped on a velvet chair. Dodging another shot, jumped back and Tessa watched in amazement as he ran slightly backs of a row of chairs, getting off a jump from the last one. He turned to face the vampire, now at a distance across the room. Somehow, a small knife flashed in his hand, despite the fact that Tessa had not seen him out. He threw it. The vampire moved aside, but was not fast enough, the knife stuck in his shoulder. He roared with pain and was going to pull out the knife when a thin, dark shadow appeared from nowhere. There was a flash of silver, and the vampire exploded in a shower of blood and dust. When the mess was cleared, he saw Tessa Jem, with a long knife in his fist still raised. He was smiling, but not her, kicked the gun firmly silver, now lying abandoned in the wreckage of the vampire, she crept along the ground, turning to the feet of Will. Will Jem nodded smiling back, grabbed the gun from the ground and put it on your belt.
"Will!" Called Tessa, but she was not sure if I could hear above the din. "Will ..."
Something grabbed from behind and pulled her dress up and back. It was like being trapped on the heels of a huge bird. Tessa cried once, and was found thrown forward, sliding across the floor. Crashed into the pile of chairs. They collapsed in a deafening mass and Tessa, lying in disorder, she looked up with a cry of pain.
De Quincey in front of her. Her black eyes were wild, dyed red, his white hair matted over her face fell, and his shirt was torn by the front edges of the tear soaked with blood. Should have been cut, but not deep enough to kill him, and healed. The skin under the shirt seemed to have broken brand now. "Fox," he growled at Tessa. "Fox liar and traitor. You brought this guy here, Camille. In the Nephilim. "
Tessa stirred back, her back chair hit the wall falls.
"I say welcome back to the clan, even after your little disgusting, interlude, with the werewolf. Tolerate this ridiculous witch yours. And this is how you repay me. Pay us. "He held up his hands toward her were streaked with black ash. "Look at this," he said. "The dust of our dead people. Dead vampires. And thou hast betrayed by the Nephilim. "Spat the word as if it were poison.
Something happened Tessa's throat. Laughter. Not your laugh, that of Camille. "'Filthy interlude'?" The words came from Tessa's mouth before he could stop them. It was as if he had no control of what he was saying. "I loved him like you never loved me like you've never loved anything. And he killed the clan just to show you could do it. I want to know what it is to lose everything that you care. I want you to know, while your house burns down, your clan becomes ashes and your miserable life is over, that I who is doing this. "
Camille's voice and left as quickly as it came, leaving Tessa feeling exhausted and in shock. Although this did not prevent him to use his hands behind him to dig into the broken chairs. Surely there must be something broken parts that could be used as a weapon. De Quincey was looking shocked, his mouth open. Tessa figured that no one had told him that. Certainly no other vampire.
"Maybe," he said. "Maybe I've underestimated. You may destroy me. "He walked toward her, her hands outstretched to catch up. "But I take with me ..."
Tessa's fingers closed around the leg of a chair, without even thinking, he lifted the chair and smashed into the back of De Quincey. He was exalted as he screamed and staggered back. She crawled across the floor as the vampire stood, and turned to throw the chair. This time, an arm of the chair that was rough cut and handed him the face, opening a big gash red. His lips curled behind his teeth in a silent snarl, and hopped, there was no other word for it. It was like the silent leap of a cat. Tessa hit the ground, landing on top of it and removing the seat of your hand. Lunged at his throat, with teeth bared, and she scratched his claws from his hands in his face. Blood dripped on it seemed to burn like acid. She screamed and hit him harder, but he only laughed, his eyes had disappeared into the black of his eyes and looked entirely inhuman, such as a type of predatory and monstrous serpent.
He grabbed her wrists, pressing them, and forced both sides of it, strongly against the ground. "Camille," he said, leaning toward her, his voice thick. "Be still, little Camille. Over in a few moments ... "
threw his head back like a fearsome cobra. Terrified, Tessa struggled to free his trapped leg, trying to kick it, kick it as hard as I could ...
He screamed. Screamed and squirmed, and Tessa had a hand saw by grasping the hair, pulling her head up and back, taking the floor. A handful of black ink marks swirling. Will's hand.
De Quincey was being dragged, shouting at his feet, hands, assuring her head. Tessa struggled to his feet, staring, while the howling vampire Will disdainfully threw away from him. Will was no longer smiling, but her eyes were shining, and Tessa could see why Magnus had described its color as the sky of Hell.
"Nephilim." De Quincey hesitated, straightening, and spat at the feet of Will.
Will took
the pistol from his belt and pointed to De Quincey. "One of the abominations of the devil's own, is not it you? You do not even deserve to live in this world with the rest of us and yet, when we leave it out of pity, our gift throw in our faces. "
" As if we needed his piety, "said De Quincey. "As if we could always be less than you. You Nephilim, thinking they are ... "He stopped abruptly. Dirt was so stained that it was difficult to see, but it seemed that the cut in his face and was cured.
"Are we what?" Will cocked the gun, the click sounded high even above the din of battle. "Say."
The vampire's eyes blazed. "Say what?
"'God,'" said Will. "You were going to say that the Nephilim act as if we were God, right? Except you can not even say the word. Make fun of the Bible all you want with your small collection, you still can not say it. "Finger on the trigger of the gun was white. "Say it. Say it, and let you live. "
The vampire bared his teeth. "You can not kill me with that ... that stupid human toy."
"If the bullet goes through your heart," said Will, his final goal, "die. And I have a very good aim. "
Tessa stood frozen, watching the box in front of her. I wanted to walk backward Nathaniel go, but was afraid to move.
De Quincey raised his head. He opened his mouth. A fine crunch came when he tried to speak, trying to form a word that his soul would not let him say. She gasped again, drowned, and put a hand on his garganta.Will started laughing ...
And the vampire jumped. His face contorted into a mask of rage and pain, rushed to Will with a roar. There was a blur of motion. Then the gun went off and there was a spray of blood. Will hit the ground, gun running away from his grip, and the vampire above him. Tessa crawled to retrieve the gun, grabbed her and turned to see that De Quincey Will had grabbed from behind, his arm tight against Will's throat.
She raised the gun, his hand shaking, but had never used a gun before, I had never shot anything, and how to shoot the vampire without harming Will? Will was clearly choking, her face bathed in blood. De Quincey grunted and strengthened his grip ...
And Will, ducking his head, sunk his teeth into the vampire's arm. De Quincey screamed and pulled his arm Will rushed to one side, gave an arcade, and knelt to spit blood on stage. When he looked up, the bright red blood was staining the bottom of his face. His teeth also glow red when he ... Tessa could not believe it, smiled, really smiled, and looking at De Quincey said, "What do you think, vampire? Going to bite the mundane before. Now you know how it feels, is not it? "
De Quincey, on his knees, stared up desagradablea Will Gujer red in his own arm, which had already begun to close , while the dark blood was gushing finely. "So," he said, "Die, Nephilim."
Will extended his arms openly. Knees, grinning like a demon, and blood dripping from his mouth, seemed scarcely human. "Come and get me."
De Quincey recovered to jump ... and Tessa pulled the trigger. The gun in his hand rebounded strongly, and the vampire fell sideways, blood dripping from his shoulder. He had not hit the heart. Damn.
Howling, De Quincey began to strive to be depi. Tessa raised her arm, pulled the trigger again ... nothing. A faint click told him that the gun was empty.
De Quincey laughed. He was still clutching his shoulder, although the flow of blood had become a trickle. "Camille," spat Tessa. "I'll be back for you. I'll regret you have been reborn. "
Tessa felt a chill in my stomach, not just their fear. Camille also. De Quincey showed his teeth one last time and turned with surprising speed. He ran through the room and lunged a glass window at the top. He broke out into an explosion of crystals, leading as if his body had been dragged by a wave, vanishing into the night.
Will cursed. "We can not lose ..." he began, and went forward. Then he turned while Tessa screamed. A ragged vampire had risen behind him like a ghost appearing in the air, and was grabbed by the shoulders. He tried to escape, but his grip was too strong. Could hear him whispering in his ear about how awful words was a traitor for Children of the Night, and how the tear with their teeth.
"Tessa," shouted Will, and was not sure if he sounded angry or anything. He searched the shimmering weapon from his belt. His hand closed on the hilt of a knife seraphim, just as the vampire turned to Tessa. She could take a look at his white face and vicious fangs out and filled with blood, ready to rip. The vampire leaned forward ...
and exploded in a shower of dust and blood. Dissolved, the meat melts in your face and hands, and Tessa could see for a moment the black skeleton, previously under him, crumbling, leaving an empty stack of clothes behind. Clothing, and a bright silver knife.
She looked up. Jem was a few steps, looking very pale. He held the knife in his left hand, the right was empty. There was a long cut on her cheek, but seemed to have no other injury. Her hair and her eyes flashed viciously silver in the light of the fire extinguishing.
"I think," he said, "that was the last one."
Surprised, Tessa looked around the room. The chaos had subsided. Shadow Hunter moved from side to side in the rubble, some were sitting in chairs, being treated and cured by the wakes of others ... but I could not see any vampires. The smoke from the fire also had ceased, although the white ash of the curtains on fire still floating around the room like an unexpected snow.
Will, with blood still dripping from his chin, looked at Jem with his eyebrows raised. "Good release," he said.
Jem shook his head. "Biting De Quincey," he said. "Idiot. It's a vampire. You know what it means to bite a vampire. "
" I had no choice, "said Will. "I was choking."
"I know," said Jem. "But seriously, Will. Again? "
was Henry in the end, who freed Nathaniel chair of torture by the simple expedient of striking with the flat side of a sword until wives were opened. Nathaniel slid to the ground where he lay groaning, Tessa cradling. Charlotte was moved a bit, bringing a damp cloth to clean the face of Nate, and a broken piece of shade to throw up, before heading Lightwood Benedict to begin a vigorous conversation, during which alternated signs addressed to Tessa and Nathaniel, and waving his hands dramatically. Tessa, completely dazed and exhausted, he wondered what on earth could be doing Charlotte.
I really do not matter much. Everything seemed to be happening in a dream. He sat on the floor with Nathaniel while Shadowhunters moved around her, drawing each other with their wakes. It was amazing to see how his wounds vanished when Marks ran over her skin healing. Everyone seemed able to draw the labels. Jem watched with a wince, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a large cut across her pale shoulders, he looked away, his mouth tight, while carefully drawing a Brand Will below the wound.
not realized the reason why I was so tired until Will, having finished with Jem, approached her at a slow pace. "I see you're back," he said. I had a wet towel in one hand but had not yet bothered to clean the blood from his face and neck. Tessa
a look. It was true. At some point he lost Camille and was back to herself. It must have been really stunned, he thought, not to have noticed the return of their own heartbeats. Pounding in his chest like a drum.
"I do not know you could use a gun," said Will.
"I can not do it," said Tessa. "I think Camille does. ... It was instinctive. "She bit her lip. "It's not as if it mattered, as it did not work."
"Rarely do we use them. Record runes on the metal of a gun or a bullet prevents the powder garment, nobody knows why. Henry has tried to figure out the problem, of course, but without success. Since you can not kill a demon without a gun or knife seraphim runes, no guns are very useful. Vampires die if you shoot them through the heart, it is true, and werewolves can be injured if you have a silver bullet, but if you miss the vital organs, just for you become more angry than ever. Knives with runes just work better for our purposes. If you nailed to a vampire with a knife runes will find it difficult to recover and heal. "
Tessa looked at him, his gaze steady. "Is not it hard?"
Will tossed aside the damp cloth. Was scarlet with blood. "What is difficult?"
"Killing vampires," she said. "They may not be people, but what they seem. Feel like people do. Scream and bleed. Is not it hard to kill? "
Will's jaw tightened. "No," he said. "And if you really knew anything about them ... "
" Camille feels, "she said. "Love and hate."
"And she's still alive. Everyone has choices, Tessa. These vampires have not been here tonight if they had not done theirs. "She looked down at Nathaniel, lying in the lap of Tessa. "And I imagine that your brother would not have been."
"I do not know why Quincey wanted him dead," Tessa said softly. "I do not know what could have been to incur the wrath of vampires. "
" Tessa! "was Charlotte, moving quickly to Tessa and Will like a hummingbird. Still seemed very small, and very harmless, Tessa thought, despite wearing combat equipment and black marks that linked his skin like coiled snakes. "We have been given permission to take your brother to the Institute with us," he said, gesturing to Nathaniel with his small hand. "The vampires have been drugged. It has certainly been bitten, and who knows what else? May become dark ... or worse, if not prevent it. In any case, I doubt they're able to help in a hospital mundane. With us, at least the silent sisters may see him, poor thing. "
" Poor? "Will repeated in a fairly tough. "He chose to get into this, did not you? Nobody told her to run and get involved with a group of Underworld. "
" Seriously, Will. "Charlotte looked at him coldly. "You can not have a little empathy?"
"Good God," said Will, Nate Charlotte looking again and again. "Is there something that makes women more stupid than when they see young still hurt?"
Tessa looked at him with narrowed eyes. "You might want to clean the remaining blood from your face before you continue arguing about it."
Will raised his arms in the air and walked majestically. Charlotte looked at Tessa, a half smile curving side of his mouth. "I must say I like the way you drive to Will."
his head. "Nobody manages to Will."
Tessa was decided quickly and go with Henry Nathaniel and Charlotte in a chariot, Will and Jem go home in a carriage provided by smaller Aunt Charlotte, Thomas and his driver. The Lightwood and the rest of the Enclave would be left behind to search the house of De Quincey, without leaving any evidence of the battle that could be discovered by the mundane in the morning. Will wanted to stay and join the search, but Charlotte had been strong. He had been drinking vampire blood and needed to return to the Institute as soon as possible to begin healing.
Thomas, however, Will not allow entry into the carriage covered in blood as it was. After announcing he would return to "half tick," Thomas went to get a wet cloth. Will leaned against one side of the carriage, looking like the Enclave came and went hurriedly from the house of De Quincey like ants, paper and furniture rescued what remained of the fire.
back with a soapy cloth, Thomas gave it to Will, and leaned his big body to one side of the carriage. It swayed under their weight. Charlotte had always encouraged Thomas to join Jem and Will in the physical parts of their training, and over the years, Thomas had gone from being a scrawny boy to a man so big and muscular that the tailors were furious with their actions. Will could be the best fighter, it was in his blood, but the commander's physical presence was hard to ignore Thomas.
Sometimes Will could not help but remember the first time that Thomas had gone to the Institute. Belonged to a family that had served the Shadow Hunters for years, but he was born so fragile that they thought would not survive. When he reached the age of twelve old, was sent to the Institute, at that time was still so small that only appeared nine years. Will Charlotte had been mocked for wanting to use it, but secretly had hoped to stay and have another boy his age at home. And had been a sort of friends, the Shadow Hunter and the boy servant ... until Jem and Will Thomas forgot completo.Thomas almost never seemed blame, trying to Will with the same sympathy withthe that everyone was .
"It's always strange to see this kind of thing happen, and none of the neighbors are out or to take a look," Thomas said, crossing the street with her eyes. Charlotte had always claimed that the servants of the Institute spoke English "right" within its walls, and accent of the East End * Thomas tended to come and go depending on whether he remembered or not.
"There glamours very strong work here." Will rubbed his face and neck. "And I guess in this street there are some who are not worldly, and who can stay out of affairs in which the Shadow Hunters are involved."
"Well, they are very frightening, that's true," Thomas said, so quietly Will suspected that he was laughing at him. Thomas said Will's face. "Tomorrow we'll have a bruise the size of a mouse if you use a Iratze there."
"Maybe I want a black eye," dijoWill grumpy. "Did not you think?"
Thomas just smiled and slid into the driver's bench in front of the carriage. Will stayed behind to rub off dried blood and vampire that was in his hands and arms. The task it was absorbing enough to be able to ignore Gabriel almost entirely to Lightwood, which emerged from the shadows and was slowly approaching Will, with a superior smile pasted on her face.
"Good job there, Herondale, torching the place," observed Gabriel. "Good luck we were to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have burned in flames, like the fragments of your reputation."
"Are you saying that the fragments of my reputation intact?" Demanded Will with fake horror. "Clearly I've been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong, such as case. "He hit the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We go to the nearest brothel! Seeking scandal and bad company. "
Thomas snorted and mumbled something that sounded like" nonsense, "What Will ignored.
Gabriel's face darkened. "Is there anything but a joke for you?"
"Nothing that comes to my mind."
"You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time where I thought we could be friends, Will. "
" There was a time where I thought it was a ferret, "said Will," but it was a hallucination by opium. Did you know that had that effect? Because I do not. "
" I, "said Gabriel," perhaps you should consider if the jokes are either opium or taste funny, given the ... Your friend Carstairs situation. "
Will froze. With the same tone of voice, said, "You mean your disability?"
Gabriel blinked. "What?"
"That's how called. At the Institute. His' disability. "" Will threw the bloody cloth aside. "And you wonder why we're not friends."
"I just wondered," said Gabriel, with a softer voice, "if maybe one day you'll have enough."
"Enough of what?"
"Enough of acting like you do."
Will folded his arms over his chest. His eyes sparkled dangerously. "Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister told me when ... "
The carriage door opened suddenly. A hand shot out, grabbing Will the back of his shirt and dragged him inside. The door closed tightly behind him, and Thomas, sitting rigid, reined in the horses. A moment later, the carriage moved diving at night, leaving behind Gabriel staring at him angrily.
"What were you thinking?" Jem, Will having deposited on the seat opposite him, shook his head, his silver eyes glowing in the dark. Said his staff between his knees, his hand resting gently on top of the carved dragon-head. The cane had belonged to the father of Jem, Will knew, and had been designed for him by a gun manufacturer in Beijing Shadow Hunters. "Picked and Gabriel Lightwood, why do it? What is the objective? "
" hear what he said about you ... "
" I do not care what anyone says about me. It's what everyone thinks. Only he has the courage to say so. "Jem leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. "You know, I can not function like your sense of self-preservation forever. Over time you will have to learn to get by without me. "
Will, as he always did, ignored it. "Gabriel Lightwood is hardly a threat."
"Then forget Gabriel. Is there any particular reason you keep biting the vampires? "
Will touched the dried blood from his wrists, and smiled. "I do not expect it."
"Of course not. Know what happens when one of us consume vampire blood. Probably expect you to have more common sense. "
" That excitement never seems to serve too, is not it? "
" Nor do you serve yourself. "Jem looked at Will thoughtfully. He was the one who never lost his temper with Will. Will do anything, the most extreme reaction seemed to be able to bring in Jem was a mild exasperation. "What happened there? We were waiting for the signal ... "
" The damned Match Henry did not work. Instead of sending a flash of light, set fire to the curtains. "
nasal Jem giggled.
Will looked at him. "It's not fun, not knowing if the rest of you were to appear or not."
"Really thought we would not go for you after all the site is lit up like a torch," asked Jem reasonably . "They could have been toast on a grill, all we knew."
"And Tessa, the silly little thing, was supposed to be outside with Magnus, but is not going ..."
"Your brother was handcuffed to a chair in the room, "said Jem. "I sure would not go."
"I see you decided to ignore my point."
"If your point is that there was a beautiful girl in the room and I was distracting, I think I understand easily. "
" You think it's pretty? "Will was surprised, Jem rarely thought about these things.
"Yes, and you think so."
"I did not noticed, really. "
" Yes, I've done, and I've noticed you've noticed. "Jem was smiling. Despite the stress of battle, tonight seemed to be sano.Había color in her cheeks, and his eyes were a dark silver and permanent. There were times when the disease left him badly when he disappeared all color, including the eyes, leaving him horribly pale, almost white, with small black pupils in the center as a small dot of black ash in the snow. There were times when it also began to rave. Will Jem was subjected to while he destroyed, sobbing in another language and his eyes rolled back. And every time this happened, Will thought that was all, and Jem was going to die this time. Sometimes he thought of what to do next, but I could not imagine, no more than they wanted to look back and remember his life before he came to the Institute. Not bear thinking about it for long.
But there were also other occasions such as this, where watched Jem and saw no sign of the disease in him, and wondered what a world in which Jem was not dying. And not stand the thought of it. It was a black and terrible inside him where he came from his fear, a dark voice that only could mute with anger, risk and pain.
"Will," the voice of Jem cut the unpleasant dreams Will. "Have you heard any word of what I said the last five minutes?"
"The truth is no."
"We can not talk about Tessa if you want, you know."
"It's not Tessa." This was true. Will had not been thinking about Tessa. He was getting good at not thinking about it, really, all I needed was determination and practice. "One of the vampires had a human servant who came to me. I killed him, "said Will. "Without even thinking about it. It was just a stupid human boy, and killed him. "
" It was a dark, "said Jem. "It was becoming. It would have been a matter of time. "
" It was just a boy, "Will said again. He turned his face toward the window, although the brightness of the magical light in the carriage meant that all I could see was his own face reflected toward him. "I'm going to get drunk when we get home," he said. "I think I have to."
"No, you're not," said Jem. "You know exactly what will happen when we get home."
Because he was right, Will frowned.
***
front of Will and Jem, in the first carriage, Tessa was sitting on the velvet seat behind Henry and Charlotte, were talking in whispers about the night and how he had gone. Tessa let the words slipping over it lightly. Shadow Hunters Only two had been killed, but the escape of De Quincey was a disaster, and Charlotte was concerned that the Enclave was angry with her. Henry made soothing noises, but Charlotte seemed inconsolable. Tessa would feel bad for her, if I had enough energy to feel anything.
Nathaniel Tessa was over, her head in her lap. Bent over him, stroking his dirty tangled hair with gloved fingers. "Nate," he said, so softly that he hoped that Charlotte did not listen. "That's todo.Todo okay."
Nathaniel tabs stirred and his eyes widened. His hand rose, broken nails, knuckles swollen and deformed, and pressed his hand tightly, weaving his fingers with hers. "Do not go," he said thickly. Her eyes closed again, was clearly wandering in and out of consciousness, if it was a conscious thing. "Tessie ... stay."
never had anyone else named, closed his eyes, fighting back tears. Charlotte did not want, or other Shadow Hunter, saw her mourn. ______________
* East End: London area located in the east of the city.
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