I have recently gotten into Shadowhunters and finished my last story for another fandom. So put those two things together and now I have a Shadowhunters story on my mind. I may be slow updating this for some time as I write more and get to know the other characters and work on writing them. But since this first chapter is an introduction to my OC, I figured I'd post it and allow you all to meet her and see how you all take to her.

Just in case, I want to warn you that this first part may be slightly triggering to some. Be careful if you read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all associated with Shadowhunters or the books it comes from. I just like to play around with the characters at times. I only own the plot bits that have to do with my OC Alora. Anything from the show itself IS NOT MINE.

Alora Fray is no ordinary teenager. Upon returning to New York, she is dragged into the world of her sister, Clary, full of Shadowhunters and demons and other supernatural creatures. Alora has been avoiding this world, but goes along for Clary's sake. Soon she begins to accept it - for reasons other than Clary.

Chapter 1 - Blackout

The sidewalk is empty, my surroundings are that of an abandoned ghost town. The only noise is the sound of the man's footsteps behind me and my own heavy breathing as I run as fast as humanly possible to get away from him. That's when I took a wrong turn. I rounded a corner and found myself facing a dead end. Just as I realized my mistake, what felt like a linebacker tackled me from behind, and my face smashed into the wall in front of me.

"Don't move and this will happen quick and painlessly," the man says roughly in my ear.

I scoff at the asshole's audacity to assume such a thing. Not that it wouldn't hurt regardless, I highly doubt that even crossed his mind. For all he knows, I could be a virgin and it will be painful. I mean, I'm not, but he doesn't know that. He literally knows nothing about me. Other than that he thinks he knows I'm his victim. And that's the worst assumption he could make.

The skin under my eyes stretches and bulges. The veins there must be protruding out just enough to be noticeable as his stealthy hand snakes its way under my skirt. That all too familiar feeling of immense hunger overcomes me. It had been a while since I last had my fix. Oh, he's going to be very sorry he ever messed with me. I'm going to make damn sure I am the last woman he's able to try this with.

Using half of my strength, I push back against him, taking him off guard. I spin around just in time to see him stumbling backwards. He growls as he looks up at me, but his facial expression instantly goes from angry looking to one of fear.

"Your eyes? What the hell are you?" he asks, stepping back and it's clear he's getting ready to turn and run.

I ignore his question altogether. "I'm afraid I can't offer you quick and painless. Sorry, not sorry." I lunge forward and sink my teeth into his neck.

The moment his blood hits my tongue, my hunger consumes me completely and everything fades to black.

~thehungerthatconsumes~

I'm not sure how much time passed before I took back control of myself. I never had been able to pin point time frames in these situations. To be honest, I stopped trying years ago.

My first task was to take care of the body. I hadn't done this more than a few times, only under very desperate circumstances and never to a good person. I do have morals. Even at that, it wasn't like I asked to be like this. This was the way I was born. It's not my fault. But just cause I hadn't done this too many times, it didn't mean I did not know to cover my tracks. I'm not stupid.

Once that task is complete, I fix myself up and make myself look presentable. Then I begin my walk back to the lit up and noisy night life of New York City.

When I'm far enough away from the scene of the crime... and attempted crime, I pull out my cell phone and dial the all to familiar number.

"Ally?" the voice on the other end asks, their tone one of shock.

"Hey, Rissy!" I grin. "I'm back in town. We should meet up."