I woke up to the faint sound of cars rushing by my window, my attention naturally turned to the pile of books on my desk near my computer. A tale of two cities by Charles dickens, all of John Green's novels, the mortal instruments series excluding City of Heavenly Fire and the infernal devices series resided within that pile. It was in fact summer vacation, August to be exact, so I acquired the opportunity to re-read some of my favourites and read some that had recently come out. For most of the day I decided to go some reading, blogging and apparently bad singing to some of my favourite songs.

Today out of all days seemed different today my aunt was out but would be home soon. Before she came back I decided to go for a walk. After all what's the point of living in a city like New York without exploring it a little. Today my hair abandoned its natural straightness since I decided to curl it in a sort of vintage way. I was wearing a leather flare skirt, a black and blue lace top with sleeves that stopped at my elbow with a pair of black vans. I would be channelling my inner shadowhunter today. I looked into my full-length mirror for one last time; I surprised to admit to myself that I didn't look that bad today. I observed how my black hair was starting to become longer and though I was getting taller I was still short compared to most of my friends. I grabbed my red bag then made my way out of the apartment. As I walked out I ended up bumping into someone.

"Jesus!" I yelled

"Um no just me but I know the resemblance is startling." The mystery guy said; I laughed hard at the familiarity of that phrase as if it reminded me of something, or better yet someone. He had dark brown hair and eyes similar to the shade of his hair. I laughed hard at the familiarity of that phrase as if it reminded me of something, or better yet someone. He had glasses on and a shirt that said, "Made in Brooklyn," he reminded me of a beloved nerd from an oh so familiar book. He was in fact as attractive as I thought he'd be seriously I'm swooning here Cassie!

"Simon?" I said taking an uncalculated guess, I knew deep down that it wouldn't be him.

"Actually, yea. Do I know you?" I gasped in shock was this really happening?

"Uh…No! But I know you. I love your band…. The name could you use some work though."

"Agreed. It's awesome getting to meet a fan, seriously I'm extremely thrilled. So what's the name of one of our band's first fan?" He replied

"Marcella."

"Cool so what are you up to right now?" I pondered what I should do. Am I dreaming? No I burnt myself on the curling iron, which felt extremely real… and painful. Real or not I should grasp this once in a lifetime to be a part of one of my favourite fictional worlds.

"Well I'm kind of just going for a walk but I was thinking of heading to this club called Pandemonium." I explained. There was a stinging feeling in my arms and neck as well as all around my body; in fact I've been feeling it since I left the apartment. I looked down on my wrist to see an angelic rune plastered on my skin.

"Whoa." I whispered to myself though Simon heard me say it as well.

"What is it?"

"Nothing I'm going to quickly get a sweater then I'll come back. Okay?"

"Okay."

I opened my apartment door and quickly grabbed a black cardigan that was hanging on my coat rack next to the door. Once I closed the door again the door to Clary's apartment was open, I could hear Jocelyn pestering Clary about something.

"Clary can I talk to you before you leave?"

"Um…"

I quickly ran in while putting on my cardigan; once I walked in I could hear Jocelyn gasp.

"Simon who's that?" Clary asked

"This is impossible." Jocelyn said

"What is it?" Clary inquired

"It's been a while hasn't it." I said with a slight smile

"Since I've seen one of your kind yes." She responded

"I take it your not just a fan of my band." Simon said

"Are you coming with us or not? Since you and my mom are best friends you can catch up with her later." Clary stated

"You have to tell her." I said to Jocelyn

"I will."

"You may not have time," I stepped closer to her for what I was about to say next could change everything, "Et iterum venturus est." I told her. It was latin for he will come again… Wait I know latin?

"Let's go!" Clary yelled in frustration

"Okay." I replied. Once we made it out of the building Clary decided to speak up.

"Simon tells me you want to go to a club."

"Yea it's called pandemonium."

"How exactly are we gonna get it?" Simon asked

"I have my ways." I said cheekily

As we walked I could sense that they were curious as to who I was…

"I'm sick of this feeling that you're wanting to ask me something but are too afraid to." I stated

"I didn't know that Delilah had a daughter." Clary said

"I'm not her daughter I'm her niece. For starters I'm not usually someone who gets noticed anyways I'm more of a wallflower book nerd type of person."

"So I didn't notice you for fifteen years?" She asked

"Yea pretty much." We were walking at a quick pace and were almost at the club.

"That's almost impossible. Statistically speaking you should have seen her at least once in your life even by accident." Simon said

"She just… forgot." I said

"I'm sorry for forgetting," Clary said with a calmer tone "I'll make it up to you one day don't worry just say the word." I got lost in my thoughts, specifically the ones about how Jocelyn brought Clary to Magnus's place to make Clary forget about the shadow world, that I almost forgot that we were at the club.

"The line is massive!" Simon commented.

"It's alright I got this." I walked straight to the bouncer of the club and looked him straight in the eye. I held my arm up, pulled my sleeve down and showed him my angelic rune. He let us in immediately after that.

"I wonder what that sign means." I heard Clary ask. I grinned as I heard that; this is literally the best thing ever. It's almost time for my otp to meet! So many Clace feels if only I could get wifi here! I'm such a fangirl but I don't care.

"Anyway welcome to Pandemonium," I said; Clary quickly made her way to the dance floor and started dancing though Simon was clearly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry this isn't your kind of place. I just wanted her to have some fun."

"Who are you?" He asked

"I can't tell you yet."

"Do you even like that band?" He questioned insistently

"I swear that I don't just like the band I love the band."

"It would have been a real bumper to figure out that one of our first fans wasn't by definition a fan."

"So star wars…" I brought up; we had a fifteen-minute conversation about star wars until I needed to go to the washroom. Once I got to the washroom I looked at myself for a while in the mirror there were black runes all over my neck but fortunately they were hidden since they were the same color as my hair. That wasn't the only thing different thing about me; my eyes seemed to be a different color they were almost like a type of greyish hazel. After seeing what I looked like in my sort of shadowhunter form I walked out to see Clary heading for the storage room. Since I knew that I shouldn't mess with what happens in the books I decided to wait in a booth near the room. I had my hand on my neck specifically where my rune was so that no one would know I was a shadowhunter. After hearing Clary confront them they soon ran out, as they did I made direct eye contact with Jace's golden eyes, Isabelle's almost black eyes and Alec's deep blue ones. After I quickly left knowing that Clary had to figure this all out on her own, I would have to apologize to Simon for leaving. But I need to figure out why this is happening… it's time to see a certain high warlock.