A/N: So this is an idea I had and decided to see what others think of it. Enjoy.
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14 and a half years ago.
Luke held the sobbing redhead in his arms.
"My baby." She cried. "He killed my baby."
"Shh" Luke soothed her. "Everything's going to be ok."
Luke looked at the charred remains of the house where he'd watch Jocelyn hold Clarissa to her hours before. Smoke still rose from the ashes.
"That bastard" she screamed suddenly. Still shaking, she stood from the ground and hugged her arms to her body, staring at the ruined remains of her house.
"Oh God, my baby." She pressed a hand to her mouth as though she could suppress the grief she felt. She took a deep breath "Jonathon" she whispered. She turned to the werewolf standing behind her. "Take me to my son."
14 and half years later.
Clary pov
I walked through the streets of New York. My heavy hood hid my face from view, giving me a 'menacing appearance', to quote what my father said. He said keeping my identity a secret was important. It gave us the element of surprise. My mission today was like all other missions he'd given me in the last month. Find someone, get information, kill that person, return home. This man was by far the most interesting. Not only a traitor, but, as I had uncovered from my research, a pedophile. Disgusting. He would deserve everything he got today.
I turned into the alley and made the portal. The glamour hid me from mortal eyes so I was safe.
I arrived at the other end of the portal within seconds and looked up at the house before me. I walked up to the door and knocked. After a few seconds a man a few years older than my father opened the door.
"Hello James." I said, smirking, twirling my dagger in my hand.
He tried to slam the door but I was faster, pushing my way into the apartment, I looked around quickly before slamming the door and turning to the now deathly pale James.
"W-What do you want.." He stuttered.
"Information" I drawled. Then paused. "Well, and revenge, but lets get to that later." I flashed a plastic smile.
"R-revenge?"
"Oh yes." I smiled evilly and started forward.
James pov.
I nervously backed away from the girl, not being able to see anything but her eyes was really creepy. I glanced around me, spying the coffee table which was on top of the panic button to my right. I just had to hit the button and the nearest institute would be notified.
Looking back at the girl, I saw she was studying me. Almost cat- like in the way she moved, it was obvious she was well trained. Lethal. She tilted her head to the side, regarding me coldly. Taking a deep breath, I lunged to the side just as she struck. We collided and crashed to the floor beside the coffee table. I hit out at her, aiming for her throat, she deflected and wrapped her hands round my neck. I choked, reaching out wildly for the button. My fingers groped along the smooth underside of the table desperately until.. got it.
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Jace POV
My father, Stephen, came into the room where me, Izzy and, Alec were hanging out.
"Guys, you're needed in the library." He said.
"What's up dad?" I said, jumping up and following him out.
"We got a distress call from just outside of town. We leave in two minutes."
I glanced at the other two behind me and grinned. Finally a fight.
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