Alec and Clary
Chapter One
This story belongs to me but all characters are from Cassandra Clare.
Summary: Alec falls in love with Clary. Btw this is my first fanfic!
Chapter one, Pandemonium
Clary and Simon where dancing, the room filled with others swaying back and forth, a sea of bodies moving to the trance music. Sweat was sticking her red hair to her neck. Clary was in her own little world, watching the blue-haired boy make his way toward a beautigul girl in a long white dress. She was as pale as moonlight with silky black hair down to her waist, with lively black eyes. Clary grew disappointed, but knew she stood no chance against her. She was about to turn away when she caught two tall, muscular figures stalking the boy. She didn't know how she could tell they were following him; she supposed it was how careful they seemed. One was slightly taller, with midnight black hair and pale skin- slightly more wiry than the one with the golden waves and the tan complexion. Both seemed to give off a glow- their arms and necks covered with what looked like tattoos and dozens of scars.
The girl led the boy into a room. Nothing unusual, that is, until the golden haired one pulled out a large knife. Clary just stood there- she couldn't scream, or tell Simon. Her legs simply moved towards the door without her permission. She busted into the room- just as the golden haired boy was about to pull down the knife.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" She managed to choke out. All eyes turned toward her. The girl seemed angry, and her nostrils flared. The golden eyed boy looked curious, while the one with the icy blue eyes just looked shocked and couldn't stop staring.
"Well, we're, well were, killing a demon. And who are you, and why can you see us?" The blonde asked, his gaze piercing into her, a wicked smile forming across his mouth. Clary thought these people were just crazy, of course she could see them and what were they talking about? They boy wasn't a demon- he was a person. The expression on her face must have said what she was thinking when the girl spoke up.
"Shes just a little Mundie, Jace! She doesn't even know what your talking about. Who knows, maybe shes on the demons side."
That was were the black haired boy cut in. "No, Izzy, she isn't. But shes not a mundane, and definatley isn't a downworlder." His blue eyes wandered back to her. "So what are you?" He whispered, half to himself. For a second, he was caught off guard, and the blue haired boy took the advantage.
"ALEC!" The two others screamed. The demon pounced on him. But Alec immdeatly rolled over and stabbed him in the chest. Black blood oozed out of where the blade made its mark. Clary was shocked, and took out here phone, dialing the police- but her hands were shaky after what she just saw, and the phone dropped to the ground. Her knees gave out and she fell, and then everything was black. She felt strong pale arms gently pick her up, and her head rolled onto the crook of his neck.
Clary opened her green eyes and for a moment was blinded by a white light, and her head hurt. After a couple seconds she fully opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling far above her. Am I dead? But then she sat up- and three figures sat besied her. They looked at her intently.
"How do you feel?" The black haired boy asked. He looked tired, shadows under his eyes.
Clary looked around the room one more time. The room was filled with beds and it was light, the windows washed in on the white walls. "Where am I? Who are you people? Why did I black out?" The words rambled off her mouth like a river.
"You are at the Institute." This time it was the golden boy. She noticed he didn't look as tired, if anything more refreshed. " A place where shadowhunters train. Im Jace Lightwood, the stunningly attractive one and the strongest out of many." That stupid grin returned to his face. Her eyes narrowed; she decided she didn't like this boy. "This is Isabelle Lightwood, a girl who cant cook if her life depended on it, and is jealous of my looks and strength." He motioned to the black haired girl, and she rolled her eyes and gave a dismissive tone, much like Clary did. "And this." He started, gesturing to the handsome boy with black hair, "Is Alec Lightwood, the quiet and hostile one who will never open up to anybody." Clary turned her attention to him. His midnight black hair was silky, and pale skin was covered in scars and tattoos. He had long, curling black eyelashes and a sharp nose and cheekbones and chin. His then lips were pale too- and his blue eyes were like the night sky.
Jace coughed, turning Clarys attention away from studying Alec. "Okay… So I need to get home and you people are crazy because ive never even heard of 'shadowhunters' or whatever you call them, and id really like to leave- so if youll excuse me-" At that moment her phone rang, from Alecs pocket.
"Sorry, I took it when we left- I didn't want you to loose it.." He rambled. He gave her phone back and she answered it.
"Mom, Ill be home soon. Chill-" She started, but was cut off by a series of desperate words.
"No, Clary! Don't come home- just don't! its not safe! Everythimhd going to be fine. I love you, clary. Never forget that!" She was cut off by a large thud and then everything was silent.
"Mom! Mom, answer!" Clary burst into tears. Alec was the one to come over and comfort her.
"Shhh… shhh. Its okay, Clary, its okay. We'll find her. Calm down- calm down, its ok." Clary sobbed into his chest, and she finally dozed asleep.