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The day I truly fell in love with Jace Herondale was the day he saved my life. We were 14, and we went demon hunting without permission. There were five demons and at the time Jace was stronger than me, because he's a guy and guys develop muscle faster. We were surrounded, so Jace took on the three biggest and I took the two smaller ones. Halfway through the fight Jace lost track of one of his demons, it was coming right for me and I couldn't do anything because I was busy fighting off the other two. I knew what was coming, but I was powerless to stop it. I managed to kill the two demons that I was fighting and prepared myself for the third. Right when I was about to strike, Jace was there. He stabbed the demon in the heart and it disappeared. He stabbed the demon and killed it, but not before it stabbed him. He caught a spike through the chest. I screamed. I wanted to yell at him for being so stupid and that I could have handled it myself. But I held my tongue in check because the boy I love just saved my life. Jace collapsed onto the pavement and I caught him under the arms before he hit his head. He was still alive, thank the Angel. How I managed to carry him home was pure adrenaline. I was not going to let him die. When I got home I screamed at my grandparents to open the door because I was dead on my feet. When grandma Morgenstern opened the door she gasped and asked me what in the name of Raziel happened. I told her that Jace saved my life and that she had to save him, please. Grandma nodded and took unconscious Jace from me and carried him to the infirmary of our mansion. Grandma Morgenstern is an Angelic Healer. She has a gift from the Archangel Raphael. When grandma was done with Jace, she told me that he was going to be okay.
Jace doesn't know everything that happened that night. All he remembers is getting stabbed with a spike, then nothing. He doesn't know how much I love him and I doubt that he even feels the same.
Jace and I have been best friends ever since we met. Our families lived next door to each other. The Herondale's, Lightwood's and Morgenstern's. We did everything together.
*Past*
Then one day when Jace was 10; his parents were killed in a demon raid, leaving him all alone. Then he was adopted by the Lightwoods, but now everything was different. Jace wouldn't talk to anyone, not even me. We'd still hang out, but it was like I wasn't even there at all and that hurt. A lot. I cried myself to sleep every night because I lost my best friend.
I know what he's going through and he wouldn't even talk to me. My parents were murdered last year by a demon. Yes, demons exist, so do werewolves, vampires, faeries and angels. I'm a Shadowhunter. When my mom and dad were killed I along with my older brother Jonathan was taken in by our grandparents. Savannah and James Fairchild; and Seraphina and Christopher Morgenstern. Our mansion was big enough for everyone.
My brother and I learned to train and fight demons when I was five and he was six. We learned quickly. Mom taught us runes, demonology, history, music and everything from the books and dad taught us how to fight, hand-to-hand, unarmed and weaponry.
Then one day we learned that two new Shadowhunter families were moving to our neighbourhood. The Lightwoods and Herondales. They were moving in on either side of us. I was so excited; I was finally going to have friends other than my brother. So the first thing I did was run outside to meet them. The first person I saw was the most beautiful boy I have ever seen; he had curly blond hair and the strangest eyes, they were gold. He noticed me staring at him and smiled and started to walk towards me. He introduced himself as Jace Herondale and I as Clary Morgenstern. We've been attached at the hip ever since.
Then came the day my mom and dad were killed. They are now resting in Idris. Jace didn't leave me alone once, he was always there. So when the same thing happened to him a year later, I had to return the favor. But he wouldn't let me, he wouldn't let anyone. That was the day I lost my best friend. So, if he wouldn't talk to me, I'd talk to him. I decided to write him a letter every day. I honestly don't know if he ever read them, I like to hope he did.
When it was time to go back to school, Jace was different. He put up a wall to hide his emotions and he still wouldn't talk to me. He would look at me and the emotion in his eyes was self-hatred. I saw it clear as day. When he noticed that I noticed he walked away as fast as he could. I knew that look; it was the same as the one starring back at me through the mirror. Jace was blaming himself for his parents' deaths, when there was no way in hell that it was his fault. When I got home from school that day I asked the question my grandparents have been dreading for an entire year. I asked for the truth. All four of them looked at each other, and at grandpa Morgenstern's confirmation, they told me that my mom and dad were killed trying to keep the demon from getting to me. The demon wanted me because I have an amazing gift with runes and my parents refused to give me up. They were killed because of me. That's the way I see it, but my grandparents and Jonathan said it wasn't my fault. I acted like I believed them, but I didn't and Isabelle Lightwood is the only one that knows. I can't talk to Jace anymore because he's been acting like he's king of the school and has all the girls hanging on his every word and smile. But everyone that knows him best; knows that it's all an act. Deep inside he's hurting and he won't let it out. It's killing me; I just wish he'd talk to me. So the next day, I finally had the courage to tell him everything.
It took me two hours to build up the nerve to go over to the Lightwoods and talk to him. So I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. Maryse answers. Maryse Lightwood and Celene Herondale have always been like second mothers' to me. I smile and walk in, "Hey Maryse, is Jace here?" I ask. She nods toward the grand staircase, "He's up in his room Clary. He's always up there and he won't talk to anybody. Maybe he'll talk to you." I smile at her and nod, but I sincerely doubt it. He hasn't spoken one word to me since Stephen and Celene were killed in that demon raid. It's been two weeks. Slowly I make my way up the grand staircase and to his room; the third door on the left. I knock three times, when he doesn't answer the door I decide to walk right in. What I see brings me to tears.
Jace is lying on his bed, twirling a seraph blade. He's staring at the ceiling with silent tears coming out of his eyes. I run over to the bed and take the blade from his hand before he decides to hurt himself. He doesn't react, not even a flinch; just lets his hand fall to his side.
I sigh and lay down next to him on the bed; I take his hand and squeeze as hard as I could. To my immediate relief, he squeezes back. This is a good sign, finally a response. Now I can tell him. "Jace, there's something I have to tell you," my voice is hoarse, like I haven't spoken in weeks. He turns to look at me, there's no spark in his beautiful eyes. My heart clenches. It hurts seeing him like this, there has to be some way to make it better.
Then he speaks to me, for the first time in what felt like years. "What's the matter Clary, you look like you're about to cry," he said quietly. I take a deep breath and clear my throat. "It's my fault mom and dad are dead. That demon killed them because they wouldn't give me up," now I am crying and Jace hugs me to him and I cry on his shirt, getting it wet with my overflowing tears. Jace whispers, "Clary, it's not your fault, there was nothing you could have done." He always knows what to say; even when he's trying to make me feel better.
It's not working this time. "No Jace, my grandparents told me the truth about what happened that night. That demon is still alive." Jace hugs me tighter; I can feel his tears falling on my hair. He's about to say something, my hand covers his mouth, "Jace, stop. You have to come back to me. I know how you feel. My mom and dad are dead too remember. Except in your case, it's not your fault. My parents were murdered because of me, because I have a gift. Celene and Stephen died on a job. Not your fault." I remove my hand from his mouth, and he looks at me with wide gold eyes, and then says, "I'm sorry Clary. I should have known I could always count on you to be there for me. I guess I felt that I didn't deserve it. Will you forgive me?" there's hope in his voice and there's a little spark in his eyes again. I smile and wipe our tears away, "Yes, you big-headed dummy. I forgive you. I love you Jace." The relief on his face is sevenfold and he laughs and squeezes me until I can't breathe. "I love you too, Clary." That night, I stayed with Jace, and I vowed that I would get revenge on the demon that killed our parents. Yes, our parents, because I think the same demon killed Jace's and I tell him that. He tells me that I'm not allowed to go out on a demon hunt without him and Izzy. Jace makes me promise and I do, but my fingers are crossed behind my back. There is no way that I will let that demon take anyone else I love away from me. From that moment on, I have my Jace back.
*Present*
*7 years later*
Jace still doesn't know how much I love him. He thinks I love him like a sister loves a brother. But I already have a brother and Jonathan is as annoying as they come. Every chance he gets, he teases me about my feelings for Jace. About the fact that I haven't told him how I felt. We've been best friends for 12 years. Jace knows that I love him, just not how much. Jonathan and Izzy know, but they won't say a thing to him. It's up to me to spill my feelings. I don't even know if Jace feels the same. Damnit. I'm 17 years old and I don't have the courage to tell my best friend how I feel. What does that make me? Come on Clary, you're a Shadowhunter; you hunt and kill demons at night. What is there to be afraid of? Nothing, nothing at all. Well there is the fact that he may not feel the same way. Jace is a Shadowhunter and the QB of the Fairchild Academy football team and captain of the soccer team. He has girls falling at his feet. But he doesn't have a girlfriend, does he Clary? No, he doesn't. What are you waiting for? Come on Clary, grow a pair.
"Clary! Are you home?" my head snapped up, right out of my inner argument with myself. Shit. It was Jace. He always walks in without knocking or ringing the doorbell. Well, I better make myself presentable. "I'll be right down! Just a moment!" I yell through the mansion. The place is huge, I still get lost and it's my house. Running into my room, I grab a black band t-shirt a pair of black skinny jeans, my converse and black leather jacket and helmet; then quickly brushed my hair and teeth. We had school in 45 minutes and Jace always caught a ride with me. He didn't have his license yet. Sucker. I was about to run downstairs when the air popped. It was a fire message, from the High Warlock of Brooklyn; Magnus Bane. He and I became very good friends when I was 12. Jace doesn't know. I opened the letter,
'Clary, I found the demon. He lives in the sewers under downtown. Deep underground. Be there in an hour. Good Luck. –Magnus the Magnificent.'
Ever since I found out the demons name, I've had Magnus tracking it since I couldn't without raising suspicions. It's been 5 years and now I have my chance. I know Jace wants to kill it as bad as me, he's an amazing Shadowhunter. But I know the minute that I tell him, he'll come up with some excuse and go running off half- cocked and unprepared. No way; no how. I am the one that goes running off into dangerous situations alone and without back-up. I owe my parents and Jace's. I won't let them down. I'll write my brother a letter. I check my clock. Still 40 minutes. I smelled bacon and eggs wafting up from the kitchen downstairs. Jace is cooking breakfast. Right; the letter,
Dear Jonathan:
I found the demon that killed mom and dad. If I don't come home tonight, I want you to know that you were the best brother in the whole world and I love you. Tell our grandparents I love them as well. I'll be downtown, under the city.
Goodbye Jon,
Love Clary.
When I was finished, my face was wet. Wow, I hadn't even noticed I was crying. Quietly I tiptoed into the hall and snuck into Jonathan's room. He was sound asleep. He's going to be late for school. I left the letter on his dresser and walked out. As I made my way downstairs a really bad feeling started to settle in the pit of my stomach. I brushed it off as nothing. Stopping on the stair landing I opened my back-pack to make sure I had all of my gear, weapons etc. Satisfied, I continued down the stairs to greet Jace with a fake smile. "Hey Jace, are you ready to go?" I asked, maybe a bit to cheerfully. He looked up from his plate and my breath caught in my throat. He was still the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. If I die today, I'm really going to miss him. The clearing of a throat broke my thoughts. Jace was looking at me concerned, "Are you okay Clary? You look kind of pale. Well paler than usual." His worried expression made my heart hurt. Maybe he did feel the same way. I blinked, and then smiled, "I'm fine Jace, let's get to school." He looked at me for a second longer, nodded and put his plate in the sink. "Okay, let's go." We walked into the garage where my black Kawasaki Ninja speed-bike sat. I smiled. I loved this bike. Hopping on, I revved the engine, Jace got on behind me and I gave him his helmet. Then we sped off to school.
I parked the bike in my usual spot. Jace handed me his helmet and got off and started walking towards the school, assuming I was right behind him. After about five steps he noticed that I wasn't following and came back. Now or never Clary. I told myself. As Jace approached I sucked in a giant breath. I was going to tell him, then speed off to my death. Now Jace was right in front of me, I pulled off my helmet and was about to tell him when he cut me off, "What is going on Clary? Talk to me, please," his voice was pleading. I smiled and got off the still running bike. Okay, here goes nothing. Looking him right in the eye, "Jace, I love you. More than a friend. There is something I have to take care of, but I'll be back later." The look on his face said it all. He was shocked, relieved and a little surprised. So I went on my tip toes, put my arms around his neck and kissed him, right there in the parking lot. After a moment's hesitation, he kissed me back. It felt amazing. I didn't want to leave. But I had to. I was the first to pull away for air. Jace was still a bit dazed. I smiled at him, turned and got back on my bike. Before I put my helmet back on I smiled at him once more then sped off towards downtown. Right before I left the parking lot, I heard Jace yell, "Clary! Get back here! You can't confess that and leave me here! I swear on the Angel I will find out what you're up too!" I smiled sadly to myself, he would find out, but it would be too late.
When I made it downtown the first thing I did was mark myself, change into my gear and load my weapons. Then I hopped down into the sewer. The smell was terrible; I had to hold my breath. At least I could see. And right in front of me was the ugliest demon I have ever seen, this was the one that killed the people I love. It also had a weapon. The funny thing is, I am not even afraid for my life. I smiled at Azazel; this ugly bastard killed my parents. "Hello Azazel, do you remember me? You killed Jocelyn and Valentine Morgenstern, Celene and Stephen Herondale. Now you ugly sack of shit, are going to pay for what you have done." The demon smirked, and then said with malice, "Little Clarissa Morgenstern. What a pleasure it will be to finally bring you to my master. Your gift will serve its purpose and then you will be my slave for eternity." I barked a laugh, like that was going to happen. I'd die first. "Come and get me!" I yelled at him. Azazel came at me with a speed only a skilled Shadowhunter could deflect, his sword met mine mid flip and sparks flew everywhere. This was going to be fun. I have waited a long time for this.
Please Review and tell me what you think:) I plan on making this a two-shot.
I also love cliffhangers;) So if you want to know if Clary lives or dies, please read and review. Jace may show up in the knick of time to save her or he may be too late...dundundun, Jace also wants a piece of this demon, for his parents and for Clary...He never got the chance to tell her...
Please Review, I love hearing your thoughts and opinions:D
PS: Jonathan is going to be a gifted Shadowhunter in this story. Jace is also going to be a gifted Shadowhunter. When they were born they were touched by the Angel. And Valentine wasn't bad.
-S