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"Clary please. This is important. I need to tell you something" Jocelyn pleaded. "Ok. Simon I'll catch up with you later" Clary replied. He nodded and closed the door and left. There were a few minutes of akward silence and just as Jocelyn was about to speak there was a knock at the door. She opened it to reveal an asian, glittery looking man. She glanced at Clary over her shoulder and stepped out to talk to him. Clary couldn't hear their conversation completly but she could make out the words 'truth' and 'pandemonium' and 'farmhouse' and 'spell' but she wasn't so sure she heard the last one. Why would she be talking to a stranger about last night? Minutes later Jocelyn came back in alone. "Who was that?" Clary asked. "An old friend. He's been helping me with something for a while now" was the reply. "Lets go into the living room and talk" Jocelyn suggested.
In the living room they sat doen on the sofa and Jocelyn turned to face Clary. "Before I begin please remember that everything I did was for you, to keep you safe. Last night at the club you had some trouble right?" she began. Clary began to protest but was cut off by her mother. "Its ok. I know what happened. You're not crazy. I should have told you earlier but I couldn't bring myself to. I did what I did to keep you safe. There's more to this world than you think. You're father's not who you think he was. He wasn't a soilder who died in Iraq He was-" but she never got any further because at that moment the front door began to rattle "Jocelyn open up" came an unfamiliar shout from the other side. Jocelyn immediatly turned to Clary panick in her eyes "I'm out of time. Remember that I love you, everything I did was to protect you. Now run!" Clary shot up and sprinted to her room as her mother ran to the bedroom where she kept her fathers box. She climbed under her bed just as the door burst open and someone with stark white hair entered with two monsters. They followed her mother and Clary watched in amazement as her mother faught them off with a glowing blade. The man stalked to her mothers room and opened the door. Clary could just about see her mother drink something and spit out "You turned my first child into a monster. I left you before you could the same to my second" and with that she collapsed straight into the mans arms. "no!" he screamed. "Pangborn go find the cup". Suddenly there were sounds of drawers being torn open and contents being flung to the ground. The third man meanwhile had picked up a photo of her, luke and her mother. He brought it over to the man holding her mother. "Valentine she has a daughter" he announced bringing it over to the man who she now knew to be Valentine. He took the photo and said "keep looking Blackwell". Suddenly something entered her room and jumped at her. She screamed in pain. Her vision began to darken and the last thing she saw before she blanked out was Valenitine comming running and staring at her with intrest.
"Who knew the bitch had a daughter, especially after Jonathon" someone said. Why are they talking about my father? She wondered.
She tried to tell herself to wake up but her body wouldn't listen and remained stubornly asleep. "I'm as suprised as you" someone else replied. Suddebly someone else spoke "Pangborn, Blackwell leave us" he said "yes my lord" they replied and seconds later Clary heard the door close. "Clarissa I know you can here me. I'm you father". That woke her up. "What?!" she spluttered. He smiled at her. "You can't be. My father died in Iraq" she persuaded but even as she said it her mothers words came back to her 'your father wasn't a soilder who died in iraq'. Valentine must have seen the doubt cross her face because he smiled at her and instisted again "I'm your father" she just looked at him as if he was crazy. "I'm a shadowhunter Clary just like you. Do you know what a shadowhunter is?" he asked and oh how she wanted to say of course she did that she wasn't stupid but the truth was that she didn't and that even though she knew that this man had kidnapped her & her mother, he was being so nice to her that she was starting to wonder if he was telling the truth. Her MOTHER how could she forget. "Where's my mother?!" she demand. The man chuckled as if he found this particurlarly amusing "You're certinally Jocelyns daughter anyways. Your mother is fine. She's asleep, unfortunatley. I was so looking forward to a reunion" he informed. Clary bit back a laugh "You call barging into her home and kidnapping her a reunion?" she demanded. Valentine looked at her sharply. "Clarissa I will not tolerate that attitude" he corrected. "Now back to my origional question. Do you know what a shadowhunter is? A shadowhunter is someone who fights demons" he informed without waiting for her answer. She loked at him as if he was a total looney.
Suddenly pieces clicked together. Last night at the club: Shadowhunter, demon, Valentine; those were all mentioned by the crazy people. Maybe they wern't so crazy after all. "Demons do exist. You've seen demons. There were some at your house and last night at pandemonium. Your mother, Jocelyn was once one of the best shadowhunters. We were married her and I. We had everything, SHE had everything she could possibly want: love, money, power, even a family. We had a son together Jonathon. Then she betrayed me. She allied herself with filthy downworlders against me. Against ME, her own husband. After she batrayed me she took the mortal cup and fled into the mundane world with our unborn daughter, leaving behind me and the son she believed to be dead. I spent years searching for her and when I eventualy find her she goes into a coma" he hissed. He must have realised that he went off track because he back tracked and exlained the shadow world to her. "The shadow world is hidden to normal humans. It consists of Shadowhunters and downworlders. Shadow hunters were created thousands of years ago when Jonathon shadowhunter summoned the angel Raziel and got him to mix his blood with Jonathons to create us. Raziel appeared with 3 relics the mortal cup, the mortal sword and the mortal mirror. These relics are precious to us. The cup turns mundanes or humans into shadowhunters. Your mother has hidden it somewhere. The sword when held by a shadiwhunter makes them tell the truth. The mirror is missing and nobody knows what it does. Downworlders are filthy half-demons who roam the earth. There are werewolves, vampires, faeries and warlocks. Faeries are half angel half demon. Warlocks are the children of demons and humans. They are fortunatley infertile which helps stop the spread of them"he spat the word them with such disgust that it almost took on a new meaning. Suddenly he drew himself up and stalked to the door. He turned back at the door "I've left a book explaining this for you. I expect you to read it" he informed. Then he walked out the door and Clary heard the click of the lock and the sound of feet walking away leaving her alone.
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