The lost bird
Bela's POV Chapter 1
"When will she ever wake up?" asked an irritated girl.
"I don't know Isabelle; she hit her head very hard." replied a male voice.
"Where did Jace find her?" the girl, Isabelle asked him.
"He said he saw her hit her head and fall into a river outside of New York, he never said exactly where though." the man told her patiently.
"I don't know why we have to keep her here Alec! I mean, she'a a mundie! I don't know why I have to stay home from the mall to watch a stupid mundie!" Isabelle said in a haughty voice.
"Mabey she's a Downworlder." the man named Alec guessed, "I mean, Jace said that when she hit her head, she hit it with enough force to kill a normal human."
"If she were a Downworlder, we would relize. Trust me, I would know if a vampire or a werewolf were in the Institutes and she doesn't have any warlock should just put her in a homeless shelter or something!" Isabell said in a voice close to desperation.
"Isabelle, show some compassion for once! Look, all we need to do is stay with her until she wakes up, then we can make sure she's okay and take her back to New York or something. Just wait." Alec tried to sooth her.
"Ya, sure Alec there's just one problem; we don't know when she'll wake up!" Isabelle practically yelled at her companion and stormed out of the room.
That's when I fell back into a restless sleep.
I was running through the forest, my feet not moving fast enough, the familiar voices chasing me, tormenting me. There was no way to avoid them. I was running away from home, knowing that I could never go back, not after what I'd seen or what I'd done.
Finally I came across a river. I was so thirsty I couldn't help myself and stopped for a drink. There was no excuse for my clumsiness, but when I put my feet on the slippery stone that dipped into the river, I fell in, head first. The next thing I remembered was a man's angular face as he pulled me out of the water.
When I finally woke up, I found myself in one of the many infirmary beds in a room completely in white. When I looked down at myself, I noticed I was completely naked, covered only by a thin white sheet.
I sat up, rewarded by a shooting pain that pulsed through my head, and looked around. The walls were plain white with a small mirror on the other side of the room, but the ceiling was completely covered in gold paintings of angles. I knew from the moment I saw the ceiling, that was in a church.
I desperately looked around for something to put on. I needed to get out of here, I thought.
I found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt set on a wooden chair placed beside my bed and got dressed quickly. Then I started walking towards the door, like I was afraid that I would set off some kind of alarm to let the inhabitants of the church know that I was leaving. Swift and simple departures, that's what I was good at...usually.
I was about 2 feet away from the door, when I saw the gold door knob turn. I was too tired to run back to the bed and pretend I was asleep. The only thing I did was freeze where I was and stared wide-eyed at the young man standing infront of me.
Maybe it was Alec, I thought. No, the was the man who 'saved' me. Jace, Alec had called him. I recognized him by his angular fance and golden halo of hair. I certainly didn't remember him being so hot, I thought. He had golden eyes that looked right through me, his smile made me weak in the knees and that endearing chip on his front tooth.
He was looking at me in shock, his mouth gaping at me like I had grown wings, witch I didn't think I did. He then regained his composer when he relized that I was going to leave, and quickly trapped my hands with his and scooped me up and carried me back to the bed and laid ontop of me. He thought he was trapping me, haha cute, I thought. As if a mortal could contol me. I he didn't relized who I was, there was no need to draw any attention to myself.
He took off his belt and used it to tie my hands to the headboared posts then grabed the sheet that I had worn when I woke up and tied my feet to the foot post, so in his eyes, I couldn't escape.
I looked up at him defiently. He stared back at me with a look I couldn't quite describe, a cross between confusion, curiosity and lust. I wondered if I still had my human face on. It was a modest face, framed by fiery red hair and moss green eyes. It wasn't a model's face, but it didn't attract attention, witch I liked. He had to be seeing that face. If he saw my true face, we would burn to ash in less then a second.
"What do you want?" I asked him in a croaky voice, I coughed to clear my throat.
"Why were you trying to leave?" he asked, ignoring my question. He kept staring at me. It was quite unerving.
"I don't know," I replied sarcasticly, "It might have something to do with the fact of waking up alone in a creepy church!"
"There should have been someone with you. Hodge assigned Isabelle Watching duty." Jace replied in a neutral voice, still satring at her.
"Could you not stare at me!" I snapped at him. The starring was starting to annoy me.
"Sorry." he replied, "We just have to ask you a few question, then we can get you transportation to wherever you want. I just have to go and get everyone." With one last look at me, he turned and stalked out the door and into the hallway in search for his friends.
After I knew he was gone, I untied myself from the bed and went to look at myself in the mirror across the room. There I was, as unforgettable as before.
When other people and creatures looked at me, they saw my human face with red hair, but went I see myself, I see the true me. A young woman whose face looks aged through all the scares, my hair a dark shade of brown that tumbles down my back in big curls. My face was sickly thin, each individual bone sticking out of my skin. My left eye was a stormy grey, while my right eye, my blind eye, was a thick opaque white, with a long black scare that ran from my right temple, through my eye, across my nose to the left corner of my mouth.
I had to look away, for unwelcomed memories came rushing back to me, my sisters and family yelling in agony, a crack of a whip, a low growl. I heared Jace and the others coming back so I hurried back to the bed and tied myself back up and waited to see what they would do to me. I braced myself as I saw the doorknob turn.