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Clary:

The knife dug into my arm, and I gave a soft grunt. Then I ripped my arm back off the blade, and pulled my own silver knife from my boot. I buried it in the werewolf's neck and watched its writhing slow and cease. "Dirty Downworlder," I spat the words out. "The world is better without you in it." The beast was dead. Of course, it looked like a man now, but I had the searing claw marks that raked my back to prove otherwise. I couldn't reach the marks on my back to draw an Iratze rune with my stele, so I pull out my phone, wiping my bloodied knife on my maroon, skin-tight dress as I do.

"This is Jonathan." My dear brother, so sweet and open.

"It's Clarissa."

His voice changed immediately, going from a murderous danger to a more... seductive one. "Little sister. To what do I owe the call? I though you were out partying with those ridiculous mundanes."

"I was. Some damn werewolf attacked me in an alley."

"Were you partying in an alley, Clary-Sera?"

"No Jonathan, I'm sorry. I saw the werewolf and was just so in love."

"Don't be so sarcastic!" He snarled, his hatred for Downworlders coupled with a hatred for sharing me. "What did you call for?"

"The bastard scratched my back."

"Bring me to you, beautiful."

I grinned and sat on the dirty alley floor, ignoring the pain. Pain wasn't a problem for me- I'd grown accustomed to worse pain that this, and had learnt to ignore it. Pain mean's you're alive, and can still deliver death. I drew my stele and etched one of my newest runes into the brick wall beside me. It was similar to a portal rune, but a portal to a person, rather than a place. I make runes for Jonathan and my father, Valentine, but they prefer that I draw them- there's too much room for error for them to draw something they don't know well. My beloved brother stepped from the wall dressed only in the pants he trains in. His gorgeous body brought things to mind that I shouldn't have been thinking right then. As he leaned down to pick me up, I locked my arms behind his neck and pulled him down onto me. His soft lips were fierce on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, as if we hadn't done this a thousand times

He pulled back for breath, and said, "If I'm going to heal those scratches, then you're going to have to take the whole dress off." He grinned at that, and I did so without a scrap of care. I probably would have done it even if it wasn't my brother and lover. The dress didn't cover much to start with, and I was wearing lingerie underneath. I roll over onto my stomach, and Jonathan straddles- unnecessarily- my back, pressing himself against me as he draws the healing rune on my back.

My name is Clarissa-Seraphina Morgenstern. I'm a Shadowhunter, and the daughter of the most hated monster of all time, Valentine Morgenstern. I'm really not a fan of him- he was the reason for my mother leaving us- but his ideas are sound: conquer, kill, hate almost everything... okay maybe not, but hey, that's how I grew up (No thanks to you mum, whoever and wherever you are). I have more angel blood than normal for a Shadowhunter (Thank you, dearest angel Ithuriel), giving me the ability to create runes .My brother- my poor, incestuously oriented brother- was born with the blood of Lilith, which makes him a better fighter than I could ever be. What we have, Jonathan and I, is complex. I won't try to explain it. It's not important.

This is important though: In two days, I'll be leaving my family to pose as a runaway from my father, and to be taken into the tender care of the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute.

*Two Days Later*

Tears streamed from my face as I knelt in a pool of my own blood, before the gates of the New York Institute. "In the name of the... the Clave, and the-" I choked- I was choking on my own blood. "... and the Angel Raziel... I ask- I ask entry to this place." I began to cough that disgusting red liquid and shadows danced before my eyes as my hand touched the Institute's door. Just before the wave of darkness pulled me under, I saw a gorgeous golden boy beyond those doors.