Sweet, Ophelia [T.I.D]

Chapter 1 - Demons, Demons

❝Chapter 1 - Demons, Demons ❞

"Jem! Where are you? Did you see that? Killed it with one blow! Not, bad... eh?"

The loud booming voice violently pulled her out of her trance. She stood there, frozen to the ground as if it has sucked her into the spot and just left there standing there. She felt a cold chill down her spine, the cold London wind breezing on her cheeks. She was standing in the damp crooked street, in the corner of her eyes she could see the noir outline of the ships by the river of Thames. 

Narrow Street cut across Limehouse, between the docks beside the river and the cramped slums spreading west toward Whitechapel. It was as narrow as its name suggested, lined with warehouses and lopsided wooden buildings. At the moment it was desert. The night smelled like fresh rain, smoke, and tar, foreign spices mixed into the dirty river-water smell of Thames.

"James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you?!" His voice came closer to her, "Oh, Ophelia... I was worried sick for a second!" 

Ophelia was a tall girl at the same age as them, she stood there in her black Shadowhunter gear and he noticed that she didn't have any weapons out. She looked way too stiff, it was terrifying since she always seems to be moving around. Ophelia had porcelain fair skin, she always had her dark brown hair down. As if she was hiding underneath it. She had this unearthly beauty with mysterious purple eyes. 

"Are-" Will was interrupted before he could say anything else, he was about to place a hand on her shoulder to check if she's breathing or if she has turned into a stone. 

"Lia? Are you alright?" He rushed to her side, immediately pulling her into a tight hug and softly caressed her soft locks. Ophelia let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. She inhaled deeply inhaled his sweet scent.

"Jem..." She whispered softly. Jem looked at Will and smiled, "Thank you, I was looking everywhere for her." 

"You know that she's my friend too right? But did you hear me before? That Shax Demon thought it could get me with its bloody great pincers, but I cornered it in an alley-" Will started, shrugging and brushed it off as if it was nothing. 

"Yes, I heard you." The young pale young man with a bright silver color hair; along with his eyes. His face was angular and he had the slight curve of his eyes, which was the only clue to his heritage. Jem turned away from Will and noticed that there were dark stains on Ophelia's shirt and her hands were thickly smeared with crimson. 

"You're bleeding! Oh my god, what happened?!" Worried was painted across his face and he immediately tensed, his silver eyes filled with concern. 

"It's not my blood, Jem. It's hers." Will noticed that her voice was slightly shaky. The boys looked past her into the thick shadows of the alley and spotted a crumpled body, pale hands and blood splattered all over her. 

"A dead woman?" William Herondale asked. "A mundane?" 

"A girl, not more than fourteen," Ophelia replied, clinging closer to Jem. 

"If we'd only been here a little earlier," He cursed. "That bloody demon-"

"No, that's the peculiar thing. I don't think this is the demon's work." Ophelia frowned, looking into his blue eyes. Her leafy-green orbs were darker than usual and her eyes looked red. Why? He wondered. 

"Shax demons are parasites, brood parasites. It would have wanted to drag its victim back to its lair to lay eggs in them while they were alive. However, this girl was brutally stabbed, repeatedly. I don't think it was here, neither. There simply isn't enough blood in the alley. I think she was attacked elsewhere and dragged herself here to die of her injuries." She spoke, serious all over her face.