Okay, this might be my first chapter story. I hope this works...

Jace had been calling Clary nonstop since the stupid mundane had gotten himself turned into a vampire.

Hey, it's Clary, I can't answer my phone right now, so leave a message, and I'll call ya back!

"Clary, it's Jace. Listen, I'm SORRY, okay? Call me back so we can talk."

Hey, it's Clary, I can't answer my phone right now, so leave a message, and 'll call ya back!

"Clary, pick up your GODDAMN phone."

Hey, it's Clary, I--

Jace sighed in exasperation and hung up his cell, glaring at the letters 'C-L-A-R-Y' on the screen.

Those letters were the closest thing that he had of hers.

He'd stolen her number from Isabelle, who'd found out and had given him a scar on his shoulder. He winced at the memory.

"Jace, you've been calling her every five minutes. Give it a rest, will you?"

He turned to see Isabelle standing in the doorway, dark hair piled up in a tight knot on top of her head.

"I'm not stopping until she picks up," he growled.

Izzy shook her head. "I don't get you," she said angrily. "When she needs you, you push her away. But when she doesn't want you around, you obsses about her."

Jace looked away. "Go away, Isabelle," he said quietly. "You don't understand."

"Like hell I don't," Izzy said with a snort.

He looked up at her, keeping his face blank. Years from living with Valentine had tought him to be careful to control his emotions.

"And what, pray tell, do you know about it?"

Isabelle leaned against the door frame. "I know that you can't have her," she said, pointing out the obvious.
"And I know that you still want her, even though you two are related."

"She loves the bloodsucker," Jace said, defeat in his voice.

Izzy nodded, accepting that. "But," she said cheerfully. "She loves you more. Go after her Jace. Phone calls are useless."

And with that, she left the room.

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It was pouring down rain, and Jace cursed Isabelle mentally with all the annoyance caused by his drenched hair and soaked clothes.

He had to walk all the damn way to Luke's because he'd forgotten money for a taxi in his haste to see Clary.

Isabelle had advised him not to leave a message telling her that he was coming, because she'd probably run off.

So that's why Jace was stomping through the pouring rain, bound to catch a cold.

When he saw Luke's house, his heart leapt, for he knew that a certain redhead was behind those gray walls.

He walked up the porch's front steps, suddenly nervous that Luke or the vampire was there. But most likely Luke was visiting the hospital, and Simon was stuck at his house, pretending to be normal.

So he gathered up his courage and knocked, lightly at first, but then harder.

The door swung open.

"Simon?" asked a curious voice.

Jace froze. So she'd forgotten that the leech couldn't come out in the daylight, even in the rain.

It probably wasn't a really good time to come...

The beautiful redhead stared at him for a split second.

"You're not Simon."

Jace grinned, hoping she couldn't see the hurt in his eyes. "Of course not," he said. "I'm hotter than that weaselly vamp."

Clary's green eyes turned black with rage, and slammed the door shut in his face.

Well, it would've shut if his booted foot hadn't blocked the door.

"You might want to let me in," he said flatly.

Whataya think?

I'm writing the second chapter right now...

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