Origin - Malia S. (ebook reader 7 inch .TXT) 📗

I stared into “his,” blood-red eyes before digging the knife through its neck. Throwing it’s, now decapitated head and body into the alleyway’s dumpster. I looked around to see the damage he had created. There was a family of three; the father, mom, and a little girl probably about 6-years old who lied on the ground drained of blood. The little girls face looked like a porcelain doll, her blonde hair was perfectly curled into ringlets, probably on their way to dinner. Guilt rushed through me instantly. Why couldn’t I have gotten here a couple minutes before to save them? Stupid heartless vampires didn’t know their boundaries. We had made a deal with them as long as they didn’t kill humans we wouldn’t kill them. I didn’t mind killing them though because it was in my blood, and if they did shit like this I saw no redemption for them, but death.

Just as I was about finished cleaning up his mess I saw four vampires walking towards me. They had this smug look on their faces as if thinking they were going to finally get to kill a shadowhunter.
“Sorry boys, you missed all the fun,” I taunt them with my slightly French accent.
“Oh I don’t think so. See, you just happened to kill my friend, and I’m going to have a bunch of fun torturing you,” one of them hissed at me.

They all start to approach me at a fast speed but not fast enough. Before they could get their hands on me I jumped into the air about 10 feet and whipped out my sword, which was strapped on my back. While descending I sliced the first two vampires heads off like an apple. The other two paused surprised how easily I had taken down their friends. It gave me the perfect chance to finish them off. I plunged my sword into ones stomach and threw a dagger straight into the others head. The dagger killed him quickly but the other one I had captured on my sword looked at me terrified.

“Next time I wouldn’t approach a shadowhunter. Especially me,” I warned him and took out my sword from his abdomen. I could tell he was already healing. I was expecting him to run off, but he just stayed there glaring at me.

“You will regret this. I will tell my leader, and he will kill you,” he spat at me. I just let out a dark laugh. Was this his threat? I place my sword between us aiming at his almost healed wound and give him a raised eyebrow.
He runs off and mutters, “Bitch.”
“Pussy!” I scream back.

I knew I would get a long talk about “How I should stop all this,” from Cory and Lisa when I got to the institute so I decided to take a detour home. I’ve heard it a million times and not once have they gotten through to me. I went into this bar even though I was only seventeen I usually was able to get one of the older guys to buy me a drink.
“Hey Melisande!” Joe, one of the bartenders, called me over.
“Joe! I told you not to call me that a hundred times. When are you going to finally listen and start calling me Melis?” I scolded him.

I never met my parents and didn’t know if they were dead or alive. All I know is that they named me Melisande, which in French means strong and industrious. Oh and that they left me at the door of the institute for shadowhunters without a note, or a simple goodbye we’re leaving you because you weren’t good enough for us. Nothing, and I only remember them looking at me and turning their backs on me forever. I was only four.

“Well I think the name suits you well, but I still think you should just change your name to strong bitch. Hmmm, I guess that would be a tad long,” he joked.
“You think? Maybe they should change your name to bitch since you’re technically a dog, right?” Joe was a werewolf bartender. It was a weird combination, but I found that he was the only one I didn’t want to kill. I could definitely tolerate werewolves way better than vampires.
“I would NOT consider myself a dog. They bark and play fetch while I howl and hunt. And last time I checked I was still a male.”
“I don’t know…your boobs are getting a little bigger there Joe,” I tell him acting concerned. He looks down at his chest, which is perfectly toned and muscular, and starts to squeeze them.
“Hmm, well maybe if I felt yours I would be able to tell,” he undresses my body with his eyes and winks.
“Gross, bad dog!” I flick some of peanuts at him scolding him. I continue with puppy-dog eyes, “Well, I was here to say hello and you know what? I just got a great idea! Why don’t you make me a drink, and I’ll be nice to you for the rest of the night?”
“I don’t know if that really benefits me…but what the hell. I’m giving you my cheap vodka shots though. I don’t want to waste any of the expensive alcohol on you,” he teases then turns to get the bottle. He fills up my first shot glass and warns me that it’s strong, but I ignore him and it’s already down my throat.

“Damn, where did you learn how to drink? Most girls start to make a funny face or gagging noise, hell even guys do that.”
“Hah! What can I say? I’m just a natural at everything,” I say cockily, but he can tell I’m joking. We both know one thing I’m not naturally good with. Guys. I never could get that interested in one to date one. I didn’t even hook up with guys, just a few kisses here and there. I spent most of my time training I mean I would rather kick ass in a fight then be on my ass pinning for one guy.

I guess Joe could tell my mood changed, lines up three more shots and comments, “You know you’re a beautiful girl, I mean you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve seen. Don’t worry there is a guy out there or you. If you weren’t so young I would be all over you and let’s be honest. There wouldn’t really be any competition for me,” he gives me a wink. Joe was only 21, that bastard. Especially since he was a werewolf he’s looked 18 for the past three years. I had to admit he was good looking but definitely not my type at all. He had gages and tattoos and had piercings, which I had gone through a faze of, but I liked guys with a jockey side and an even bigger bad boy touch. Even though they were the biggest douchebags sometimes.

“Well Joe, I’ll just have to get another guy to come home with me tonight,” I thought I had said it pretty clear until I saw his confused face as if I just slurred every word I just said.
“I think you should go home now, before you get more shit-faced,” he suggested. I hear him making protests about me driving drunk, but I simply ignore them.

“Fine,” I pouted. I stood up from the bar stool, and made my way out of the bar. Hmmm, where did I park my car? After a little searching I found my way to my car, which was blocked by the two siblings, no other than Cory and Lisa. Shit, I’m screwed.
“Melis! Where on earth have you been?” Lisa scolded me.
“Just been out and about having some fun mother,” I joked.
“This is NOT funny Melis. You got into another fight without us, again. Didn’t you?” Cory guessed.
“Yup but no harm done. That bastard deserved it too, he killed an innocent family!”
“Look at you! You’re drunk, what would you do if they came back with more this time? You wouldn’t be able to fight in this condition,” motherly Lisa reprimanded me.
“Psh, I can fight in any condition.” Just as I said that Cory was already flipping me over, and I landed straight on the ground with him positioning himself on top of me with a knife to my throat.
“Really?” he asked.
“Well if I had known you were a threat then, yes,” I snapped. “Now get off! You two are like my parents, geesh. If I wanted my own parents I would go search for the ones that left me,” as I said that their faces went from being mad to sympathetic.
“We know how you feel Melis, try and remember we’re all in the same boat. Our parents left us and the only thing we have is our training,” Lisa tries to comfort me.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I’ll bring one of you guys next time.” I could tell that’s not what they wanted, but they knew if they pushed it further I wouldn’t even bother to bring them next time.
“Thank you. Let’s just go home, it’s getting late.” I just nodded back in response. I got into my black Mercedes SLS AMG, which I happened to get as a present for my seventeenth birthday. I loved it, it could go so fast and no cops could see us since we had invisibility spells, which made it possible for humans to see us. You know, fuck the police. Before I could get into the drivers seat, Lisa slid in and pointed to the passenger seat. She was driving 100MPH and in five minutes I was back at the institute. Oh all the memories I had here.
Pretty much my whole life I spent being raised up in this mansion. My mentor Jerry was more of a parental figure to me than a teacher. Don’t get me wrong though, he would still work me as hard as the others. 5 hours of training in the fighting room, 5 hours of learning all subjects (math, literature, language, science, etc.), and two hours we were able to do our hobbies, and the last two hours were used to read. What time we had left in our day we would go out and have fun. I started all this at the age of four when I was capable of fighting. So after having thirteen years of training and practice I was one of the most experienced shadowhunter at such a young age.

Before Lisa and Corey came to the institute I was the only other kid here. It gave me more time with Jerry to learn, and he would work me so hard I remember crying because of the pain. Now I know it was all worth it because if someone tried to kill me I wouldn’t be that weak little girl I was. Lisa and Corey are good shadowhunters also, but they didn’t train as much as I did. They came here when they were eight and started training, but they didn’t take much interest in it. Lisa was more interested into the medical field, and Corey has always had a craft for making weapons. Put us all together and we made a pretty good team. There were other people who lived in the institute and most of them were older council members who didn’t bother with the teenagers.
“Are you going to get out of