Dusk Till Dawn [ will herondale ]
" It's not the shadows that scare me at night, Mr. Herondale, nor is it your seraph blade - which, may I remind you, I have seen before. It's the creatures that lurk within them. One of them just so happens to be your scrawny ass "
Arabella Eleanor Carstairs, sister to the shadow hunter Jem Carstairs, has grown up surrounded by monsters that lurk in the night. Her eyes have seen pits of unmoving bodies, the deaths of the people she has loved close to her, and the screams of the innocent. Little does she know that more than death could rip her soul apart.
" Arabella is terrified now, hands clawing at the concrete walls that surround her. Somewhere in the distance she can hear the cackle of a being, and the scuttle of a vile vermin across the floor. All the lessons she had with her brother and father somehow seemed to melt from her mind like sweet nothings. Reverting her back to the small defenseless little girl.
' I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid, ' Arabella whispers to herself, sliding her hand down the wall slathered with something slick and wet. Looking down at her hands, she squinted to get a better look at the substance. Horror masking across her face as she bit her busted lip to keep from screaming.