A/N: yeah, I know, I'm re posting it, but I enjoyed this story so much, and it's so different to my other stories I wanted to put it back up, it was one of the first one's I started on TMI and I felt like I could make it slightly better, some parts might change, come might stay the same, I haven't decided yet.

Seething Emotions

Clary is 21 and one of the best shadowhunters ever, maybe even better then Jace, but when she's on the run from a Vampire she can't kill on orders, what does she do? Go to the institute, where Jace, Alec, Isabelle and Sebastian are, Jace is the one that takes here there. (None of them are related except Isabelle and Alec) Clary is completely OOC; she could rival Jace with her ego and cockiness.

Chapter 1

Clary's POV

I had my back to the door, a vodka and coke in my hand, the same vodka and coke I'd had for a couple of hours now. When the door flew open, I knew shadowhunters where here, I could see them in the corner of the room, hiding, waiting in the darkness.

"YOU!" A loud booming voice called out, I sipped at my drink as thudding and heavy footsteps got closer to me. A hand clamped onto my shoulder and yanked my back, making me drop my drink.

"I wanted that" I said looking at my discarded drink, my voice void of emotion as he spun me around and pointed a sausage like finger in my face, I pursed my lips and looked at him.

"You killed my brother" he said, when his breath hit me, I knew he was a demon, most demon's breath's stank, and if I looked lose enough, since I didn't have any marks on, I could see little green horns sticking out his head.

"I've killed a lot of people's brothers, sisters too" I said, smirking. I thought about it. "Come to think of it, I've brought down a couple of families. One of them yours?" I said sweetly.

He hissed at me. "No, just my brother, he was my only brother." he ground out between his teeth that were stained yellow and chipped. I wrinkled my nose. And took a step back from his breath but his hand slammed down on my shoulder and dragged me forward. "You'll pay for that girly" he said.

"Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots, can we take this outside you're causing a scene." I said in a hushed whisper behind my hand, like a secret I was sharing with him. He grunted a fine and pushed me forward. I still had my smirk plastered over my face, as he pushed me out into the alley way. And I'm sure the Shadowhunters in the bar saw the glint off my dagger. He pushed me out and attacked, but not before I had slashed my dagger across his throat.

His knees thudded to the floor right in front of me, like he was begging, his hands scratching at his neck; like he was trying to make the blood go back in. He gasped and looked up at me, his eyes held anger, and a hint of something else I didn't care to register.

"So I killed your brother, your only brother, correct?" I said to him. He nodded barely. I sighed. "Good, wouldn't want more of your family coming after me." I winked at him, before I made a lightning fast move and snapped his neck; it was easier while he was in his human form. His body hit the concrete, his legs going to the side as I nudged him away from me. The outline shimmered and then disappeared, not a single drop of blood left in his wake. I dusted my hands off walked back into the bar, ordering another vodka and coke.

I sat back on the stool, ignoring my surrounding, apart from the wooden table in front of me where the bartender placed my glass and I slipped him a five dollar bill. He grunted and walked off, the ding of the register ringing in my ears. I sipped my glass, then after a couple of minutes downed the rest of the content. I stood and walked over to the pool table. A guy smiled and set the balls up for me. I nodded my thanks and bumped him out of the way.

I broke the balls with a load crack as the white hit the reds and yellows. I lined up my next target and shot the cue forward, it glided through my fingers, like a bow over the strings of a violin, with fluidity, easiness, confidence. The white ball bounced off the yellow, that hit a red and it went into the pocket. I smirked and carried on playing. I saw a few people gather as I potted most of the balls, I was aiming for one in the middle, and was about to hit it too, till the white ball exploded before I had a chance.

I sighed, looking up and placing the cue softly across the green grass like felt of the table that brushed my knuckles as I pulled my hand away.

"Raphael." I said sweetly, a cold and bitter smile on my lips, completely going against my voice, but matching my emotions perfectly. My eyes were on him, calculating my chances of getting out without too much hassle. They were slim, but not impossible. And that was my job, pulling off the impossible, and if I do say so myself, I was surprisingly good at it.

"Clarissa" he hissed. "We've been looking for you."

"Funny, because I've been avoiding you. Now, I know I sure as hell didn't kill your brother, you did that all on your own" I said smiling a little at my own humour, I heard a few hushed chuckles. "Now, now, pointy, you know the rules, the Clave would go nut's if they lost me" I said.

But if I'm perfectly honest, they signed my checks at the end of the month, and that was it, I doubt they even knew I was alive if it weren't for the amount of demons I killed on a daily – hell hourly wouldn't even be exaggerating it – basis.

"Oh I'm sure they would Clary" he said getting closer, taking strides that in all fairness where just too big for his legs. He was about a foot away from me, and I could smell him.

"God! Do all vampires smell as bad as you, is it some kid of cologne the dead wife got you. Essence of rot or something. I mean seriously, just because your called the un-dead, doesn't mean you have to smell like it." I said, his fist shot out, and I dodged it easily with grace. "I mean, I met this lovely vampire in the morgue the other day, didn't smell at all." I said as I dodged another punch.

"And what where you and a vampire doing in a morgue together." Raphael said.

I few jokes came to mind, but I kept focus. "Visiting his friend I'd just killed, he was nice to me, asked me to wait before I staked his rouge ass, so he could mourn his friend, and me, being the kind soul I am, waited, up until he bared his fangs and tried to rip out my jugular." I said, easily dodging his punches as I talked.

"How kind of you" he said, pouncing at me. I dodged and he collided with the table.

"I thought so" I agreed with his sarcasm.

"Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?" he said as he crouched on the table. I rolled my eyes as he flung his body at me, I ducked and he grabbed my shoulders, flinging me as I fell. I landed on my ass, quickly on my feet again and rubbing my cheeks.

"That hurt I'll have you know" I frowned. He leaped again and I dropped to my back, my feet connecting to his chest as he soared over my head and into the shelf upon shelf of glass bottles, containing spirits and beer. I flipped to my feet and turned to face the bar. "I take it another vodka and coke is out of the question?" I said.

The bartender growled and got out his shotgun.

"Oh shit" I said and ran for my life, a hole in the wall burst behind me and I sped up, laughing as I ran through alleys, leaping over 6 foot walls and through peoples gardens, as quiet as the wind, as fast as shadows, well, I was Clarissa Fray, shadowhunter extraordinaire.

When the glow of the lights started dimming, I slowed, looking around and seeing houses. I sighed and walked; having the weird feeling I was being watched. I looked behind me. Nothing. Then did a surveillance, nothing, wait, did that shadow just move? Better yet, shadows don't move unless there attacked to a something that's moving. But in this case it was more a someone. I narrowed my eyes and let the darkness behind me swallow me whole as I watched.

A blonde shadowhunter stepped forward. Clad in leather. His blonde hair was long, well, just about brushing the bottom of his ear, and it curled out, if it were straight it would probably reach his shoulders. He had a black skin tight t-shirt on, and leather bands and marks scattered over his arms, holding various weapons. He wore plain black jeans that clung to his hips and thighs. And chucks on his feet that were also black. His body wasn't bad. You could see the scars covering his pale skin under the bright black marks. And his figure, well, with wide shoulders, a broad chest, that narrowed to his hips slightly, and with the wash bored abs making slight indents in his shirt.

I finally moved my eyes up his body to memorise his features. The sharp angles of his cheek bones and jaw, the soft curve of his nose, the slight smirk that brought one edge of his kissable lips up slightly. Then I located the almond shaped eyes, that were golden, and you could see the flecks of different shades from here, it was then that I realised I'd seen him watching me at the bar, when his tongue peeked out and wet his lips a breath caught in my throat and I saw that he wasn't perfect.

I crept around the edge of the building's shadow I was hiding in, moving from object to objects, till I was against the wall, still covered in shadows as I watched him. I jumped and knocked him off balance, sending us both falling onto the road that was on the other side of him, when I had him pined to the floor I looked him in the eyes, my curling copper hair falling over one shoulder and creating a one sided curtain.

"Why are you following me" I demanded in a quiet shout. Narrowing my eyes slightly, as the shock worked its way out of his slightly.

"But … I saw you … how did …" he was frowning as he turned his head to where he'd last seen me.

"I'm not that good for nothing, not answer my question, why are you following me!" I demanded.

"I was going to help, my friends mom runs the institute here, I was wondering, since most shadowhunters know you're on the run, if you needed a place to crash, until you finger out your next move." he said.

"Oh" was all I said, as I let go of his hands and sat back onto his stomach, those abs where as hard as they looked.

"Comfy?" he asked, nodding to me still sitting on him, I raised my eyebrow and then looked down.

"Why?" I said looking back up. "You like girls who take charge" I purred. Running my hand down his chest. Lightly scraping my nails down his pecks. He made a noise in the back of his throat, while someone else cleared theirs. I looked up and plastered a smile onto my face.

"Good God, there's two of them" said a guy, who was shaking his head with amusement etched into his lips. I smiled a little bigger as he held out his hand and hauled me off the man underneath me. "My name is Derek Miles, that guy you were just sitting on, is Jace Wayland." he said, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips.

The ripple of muscle in his arms made it look effortless, graceful and manly all at the same time. He was built bigger then Jace, thicker shoulders, bigger biceps, more toned, not as handsome, more like he still had that boyish charm to him, not like Jace, who had an air of knowledge, even if it was slight. You could see the laugh lines in his hazel eyes; his hair was dark brown, with natural highlights, that swept over the top of one eye, and all going in one direction. He was dressed in a similar way to Jace, except his t-shirt was a very dark red, and he had a Celtic tattoo, that decorated the right bicep.

"Nice to meet you, my names Clarissa, Clarissa Fray" I said.

"Oh, we know who you are sweetheart, we've been waiting for you"

Oooh, a cliffy on the first chapter, I'm evil :] but I beg of you, please don't hate me,

They'll be going to the institute next, and what did I tell you about Derek? Completely YUM!

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- Lauren