Jenny [BOOK 1]

28 - t j u e å t t e

Clary can feel anger slightly starting to build up inside her. "Stop being a whiny little bitch, Natasha. If your great, great, great grandmother with fucking cancer could do it to my brother - who had been dead for longer than Jenny has been dead - then your young, healthy ass self can do the same to the love of my brother's life."

"Don't you remember? My great, great, great grandmother did die when she brought Tom back," Natasha says, folding her arms. "I'm twenty fucking years old, and I am not dying already."

Clary grabs a hold of both of Natasha's wrists, keeping them in tight holds. She looks the witch dead in the eye, knowing that she compel her, but she sure as hell can threaten her. "You either try bringing Jenny back, meaning there is a chance that you live, or I kill you right here, right now. What's the better option, Natasha?"

Natasha's jaw clenches, and she stares Clary back into her eyes. After a few seconds, she looks away, shaking her head. "I'll get my grimoire," she says through clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, I already got Andrew to do it for you," Clary answers, nodding towards the French vampire by Jenny's bed.

Natasha walks past Clary, bumping into her shoulder on purpose, before heading to Andrew. He gives her the book, and she starts skimming past the pages, looking for the right one. She notices that her sight is getting blurry with tears. She's scared.

"Natasha... What's taking so long?" Clary asks, her tone holding something towards the witch that no other in the room would understand.

Natasha looks up at Clary and blinks back the tears "Nothing, I found the page." 

She knows she needs to be focused about this. To be honest, she doesn't know much about Jenny. She would be thrilled if she can bring her back to life, but deep down, she knows she is mostly doing this to save herself. Saving Jenny is the only way to save herself, so she can't mess this up.

"Everyone, get to the other side of the room," Natasha says in a low voice, knowing everybody would hear her anyway.

She goes to the bed, climbs up in it and moves so that she's sitting on Jenny. She reads over the text three times, memorizing it in her head before laying the book down on the nightstand. She takes a hold of both of Jenny's hands and closes her eyes. You can do this Natasha, she thinks to herself.

Then she starts chanting. It's a very old language that no longer exists, but all witches know it. No other person in the room will know what this text says, but Natasha does. It's horrifying, and reminds her of something that would be in the bible. But then again, the old grimoire is sort of like a bible for witches.

Come on, come on, come on.

"Om morganin skyl thu våkni, nye igjonn som yen behy. Fro bakken, fro mørket, fro yordun. Til ljyset, til loeften, til werdon, til lyvet. Kom nu, børn, kom nu," she says over and over.

Nothing happens. She doesn't even feel anything magic happening. The spirits of her ancestors aren't even present, so she has to do this on her own. How can she? It's as if they don't want to help her with this. It's probably because they hate vampires, and they don't want any part in bringing one back.

Please, mother. Please, aunt. Please, grandma. If I don't bring her back, then I will die and our bloodline stops here. Help me bring her back. She will be human again. She prays to her dead family and their friends.

She tries again. "Om morganin skyl thu våkni, nye igjonn som yen behy. Fro bakken, fro mørket, fro yordun. Til ljyset, til loeften, til werdon, til lyvet. Kom nu, børn, kom nu!" This time, she feels it. The power, the magic - everything. She's supported. She can do this now.

She lowers her upper body, bringing her face as close to Jenny's as possible, chanting into her mouth, so that it goes inside Jenny. Feeling her hands start to tingle with electricity, Natasha lets go of Jenny's hands and places her own on Jenny's cheeks. Then she places her lips on the dead girl's and breathes into her.

That's all it took. As she breathes into her, Jenny takes a breath, her eyes opening wide. Natasha pulls away slightly, smiling.

"I did it," she whispers.

Jenny is breathing frantically, looking around, crying. "What the hell happened?"

In a second, Jazper is in the bed with them. He wraps his arms around Jenny, hugging her tight. "Im so sorry," he whispers into her neck, holding her up. 

Jenny feels her shirt getting stained with tears. "For what? Why are you crying?"

He shifts so that she's sitting in his lap. "I killed you, Jenny. I...killed you."

And then the memories start rushing back in. In the woods. He had pushed her into a tree, making a branch pierce through her stomach. "But it was an accident, Jazper... How am I here?"

"Natasha brought you back just now," he explains, loosening his hold on her so that she could see Natasha sitting a little further beside them. "At first it looked like it wasn't going to work, and I was so scared."

Jenny looks at the witch. "Thank you so m..." She trails off in the middle of her sentence as she sees something in Natasha's face. Blood running down from her nose. "Oh my god, Natasha, your nose."

The witch shakes her head. "It's okay, it's nothing," she says, getting out of the bed. "Just a little nosebleed. I'm going to get some paper..." Then she disappears out of the room.

Jenny looks at Jazper. "Did you get stronger?"

Jazper frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You just...seem stronger. Or maybe this whole thing made me weaker..."

Jazper looks her over. She definitely looks different. Her skin has more colour, her eyes aren't as enchanting as before, and her hair doesn't have the glow it usually has. "Could it be..." He picks up her hand. "Can I...try something?"

"Yeah, sure," she says, confused as to what he was going to do.

Then he drags his nail over her hand, making a small wound. He ignores the inviting smell of her blood and watches the wound. It should've started healing by now, but it hasn't. He waits a little longer, but nothing happens.

Jenny understands what he is doing now. "Oh my gosh." She turns her head to look at all the others in the room, who'd also been paying attention. Then she looks back at Jazper. "I'm a human again."

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A/N: Have a nice day :)