Origin, Malia S. [read out loud books .TXT] 📗

so stubborn!

“Cole, just give her some time to think. She doesn’t know how to deal with all this. We’ve been taught since we were young that we were going to have a mate that no matter who, what, and when we were going to love them unconditionally. She isn’t a werewolf, she’s not accustomed to our ways. She just needs time,” Jere pats me on the shoulder.
“Shut up man. You’re the last person I want to talk to about this,” I brush his hand off me.
“Why? I’m your brother like it or not!”
“Brothers aren’t suppose to like each other’s mates!” I yelled frustrated.
“I don’t like Melis! I mean she’s beautiful, sassy, and hell I wish she was my mate. But above all that she is YOUR mate not mine, and you are my brother. I’m not going to let a little crush come between us bro.”
“You know I can read your thoughts? Each time you were around her all I could hear was your dirty thoughts about how you wish you could sleep with her,” I snarl.
“Come on mate! Her body is like a fricken models, and I am a male. What do you expect?”
“I expect nothing better from you! Just get out of my fucking bedroom man! That means the rest of you guys can stop eavesdropping too,” I yelled.
I know it was selfish of me to ask Melis to leave behind her old life and come start a new one with me, but it was the only way we could be together. Werewolves are a little more accepting than Shadowhunters.

~Melisande~
I took a deep breath before turning the nob to the institute knowing that would be the only time I could recollect myself. As I opened the door I was surprised to find all my belongings packed up into suitcases and a note on top.

Dear Melisande,
The protettori have informed me that you cannot stay in this institute anymore, and that you are to take your belongings and leave the premises at once. You are no longer to be considered a shadowhunter for the time being until your judgment day, which is in four days. There the head council of the protettori will assess you and determine if you shall join our society again. You have betrayed your own kind by leaving and breaking not one but two of the Laws of Gabriel by going into a downlorder’s place without informing the protettori before hand, and having a relationship with a werewolf. Therefore for you do not belong to any group and are a rogue in the meantime. I expected better from you Melisande, I have trained you for thirteen years now and I thought I taught you better than this. I guess I misjudged you. I am not able to be in contact with you, so please do not try and find me or Lisa and Cory. They also have been affected by your selfish actions. They went out trying to find you and ran into a group of vampires who told them everything you have done, but without a price. The vampires broke Cory’s arm into fragments, and he will most likely never be able to fight the same again. Anyways, in four days you are expected to arrive in France for the judging day. There will be people there who will take you to the head council, and your tickets are in this envelope as well. Good luck.
-Jerry
My eyes fill with the tears as I read the letter, and it makes me feel stupid for having that big fight with Cole. I didn’t even think about the protettori finding out about my little “adventure” and now I will have pay the price. I have no place to stay. No money because all the money that is given to me is provided by the protettori. This must be part of the punishment. The only choice I had is to go back. Back to the place where I just destroyed my relationship with Cole. Chapter 4 Rogue

I was on my way back to the pack’s house, but in my car this time. I decided that it was less likely that a group of vampires would be able to knock me off of a car. I was about half way when I realized I would need to think of an apology. I did owe Cole a big apology, that and explanation. But to be honest I didn’t have one, I just freaked out and was scared I would loose everything I’ve been training for my whole life. And now look at me, I didn’t even have that, and I probably lost Cole with the damage I caused.

I was getting lost in my thoughts until a car rammed into mine. I tried to see who the driver was, but their windows were highly tinted I couldn’t see anything. I sped up trying to get a bigger gap between us because the road was straight and went straight until Cole’s house. There wasn’t any other cars on the road, and there probably weren’t ever any besides the pack’s cars. The black car behind me was making its way closer to me, and I made an abrupt stop. The car crashed right into mine and flipped right on top of my roof. I didn’t think it had hit me anywhere, but then I start to feel blood dripping down from my head.

I can tell the other driver clearly wasn’t injured when he rips off the door of his car and jumps out like he was use to being upside down in a car. My vision starts to go blurry, but the man comes into view and I see his cat-like pupils.

When I wake up my brain is pulsing against my head causing me to have a horrible headache. I slowly get up and observe my surroundings. I was on an enormous bed with blankets made out of some kind of fur from an animal. The room was extravagant with a diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling and wooden sculptures of wolves and other animals. An all black kitten pounced up onto the bed and started rubbing itself against my hand. It’s fur was as soft as a bunnies, but the little kitten’s eyes are what caught my attention. They were a crystal blue, looking very similar to mine.

“Can you see the resemblance?” Alamar said as he entered the room making me to jump from his sudden appearance. My throat was so dry that I felt like I wasn’t able to reply, and he didn’t wait for it. Instead he continued, “You see this no normal kitten you have there Melis. No not at all, it’s actually half demon. I was bored one day and decided to turn it just for mere amusement” When he tells me this I withdraw my hand from the small kitten, and he laughs, “Jasmine come here girl.”

Angered by his little games I harshly ask him, “What do you want with me?”
“Oh well you see your story is very similar to this kitten. However I should explain it from the very beginning because I can see you’re very confused. It all started out when your parents came to my door and asked me to save you. See your mother was pregnant with you at the time, but something wasn’t quite right with you. They went to shadowhunter doctors, and they told her that there wasn’t anything to do to bring you back. They told her that she would have to keep you in her womb until she gave labor to a dead baby. Your mother was disgusted by what they proposed to her, so she came to me because she knew I would have a solution. Maybe not such a pure solution, but your father and mother both agreed they wanted to do anything to keep you alive. Anyways, I was in a helping mood so I suggested that I would give you demons blood in order to cure you. Demon blood is very strong, and I knew that if you consumed it, it would heal your body…however you would be half demon. At that time I had one of the most powerful demons staying in my residence, Azazel the demon who taught humans how to create weapons of war. I made a bargain with him and in return he gave me some of his blood. So here you are.”

“Are you saying I’m a demon?” I barely whisper.
“Yes, when you took the blood it took everything human about you away. Making you half demon and half angel.”
“Why did my parents abandon me if they tried so hard to save me?” I laugh bitterly.
“They didn’t abandon you. The only reason they left you was the Prottetori condemned them to death. They had found out about our little experiment four years later when they killed Azazel. Right before they killed him, he had told them that it didn’t matter if they killed him because he had given your parents his blood to save you. So he said there would be another one of him living. Before the Prottetori could capture your parents they left you at the door of the institute without one word to you about the truth. They didn’t want anyone knowing what you really were, and that way the Prottetori would never find you. Your parents then knew they would have to fake your death so they did something horrible, but necessary to save you. In exchange for you they captured a four-year-old human girl and while they were at home they blew up the house. All of them died.”
“They killed themselves?” I croaked.
“Yes. They told me that they would rather kill themselves than have Prottetori kill them and later you. The Prottetori didn’t listen to any of their protests, all they cared about were their laws. They didn’t believe that you could become a proper shadowhunter, but now look at you. You have proven them wrong.” His story almost made me hate my parents even more. They made me half demon, which makes me different from every other shadowhunter. I would never be able to be back in the Prottetori because of their doings. I didn’t dare let one tear fall from my eyes because I didn’t want to show Alamar any sign of weakness.

“Why do you care? Why did you even bring me here?”

“I’m not going to lie to you love, I really only care about your power. It’s a shame your parents died, but to be honest I’m glad they protected you so you could have this beautiful power. Your father, I mean not really your father, but you are half of his blood. Your demon father I guess I could call him, he had the ability to create weapons on site and kill thousands of people without a sweat. Weapons that could be constructed in his mind and all of a sudden would appear, ready to kill. This power would do wonders for me, and finally I…I mean we could control all species,” Alamar exclaimed.

“Get away from me,