"Ello everyone. This is my first fanfic, so sorry if it's not great, but thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of The Mortal Instruments. I mean, if I did, why would I be writing a fanfic for it?
Valentine smiled. It was time for his revenge on Clarissa Fray. He would have revenge. Make her feel his pain. Clarissa had taken everything from him. Fame, glory, Jocelyn, and she had even nearly taken Valentine's life. It was time to return the favor.
It was a wet, slushy morning. The rain outside was showing no signs of letting up, and was possibly getting worse. Perfect demon hunting weather…NOT. At least the demon hunting would be inside, at Pandemonium.
Clarissa Fray sighed as her best female friend, Isabelle Lightwood, covered her in glittery makeup. Although she had to admit that Izzy was a master when it came to all things girly, and that she always managed to make Clary look like a totally gorgeous princess or something, it didn't mean Clary had to like it.
"Izzy, the makeup is just going to wash away in the rain. What's the point?" Clary complained.
Izzy gave Clary an offended look, "Wash away in the rain? I don't think so! This stuff is from one of my warlock friends. Completely waterproof."
"Yeaa," smirked Clary in reply, "warlock friends. This stuff isn't going to turn me into a rat or something, is it?"
Izzy just rolled her eyes at the small redhead next to her, the closest thing she had to a sister. Izzy had always been popular with the guys, which, in turn, made her unpopular with the girls. But Clary wan't into all that drama. She had Jace, who was like a brother to Izzy. Clary was different.
Finally, after more than an hour of preparation, Clary was ready. Isabelle had gone for the natural look, giving Clary a light shimmery appearance that was enhanced by the very short black short-shorts, tight black V-neck, and high leather boots, also black. Clary considered it a miracle that she was able to walk in the 4 inch heeled boots. She had used a balancing rune, unlike Isabelle, who had long past mastered the art of high heels and was sporting 5 inch clunky cargo boots that highlighted her long, muscular legs.
Clary's balancing act lasted until she tried walking down the Institute's long staircase. The moment she stepped onto the stairs, the heels of her boots tangled up with the rest to her feet. All hope was abandoned as Clary braced herself for the long fall. However, her "preparation" was unnecessary. Clary had forgotten about her part-angel boyfriend, Jace. Jace easily leaped into the air, up the winding mahogany staircase, catching Clary in his strong arms, still managing to look like some male model.
Jace grinned, holding Clary in his arms, "I don't think I've ever seen a shadowhunter fall down stairs.
Clary raised both her eyebrows(she hadn't mastered the art of raising just one yet) and replied, "Technically, I didn't fall."
Jace intertwined his hand into Clary's. "Technically," he smiled, imitating Clary, "the only reason you aren't lying at the bottom of the stairs with multiple wounds is because your amazing boyfriend caught you. And how many times to I have to tell you, I like your hair down." And with that, he removed the clips holding Clary's crimson curls up and caressed her hair gently.
Before Clary could reply, Alec interrupted. "Have your lover's spat somewhere else. I hate to break it to you, but in my experience, I've learned that demons don't tend to wait for the shadowhunters to come kill them."
Jace snorted, "Yes, because you've had SO much experience killing demons." as he set Clary down, keeping her hand enclosed in his.
Alec ignored his adopted brother. With Jace, there was no winning. Plus, the sooner that the arguing stopped, the sooner they would get to the demons.
Their group soon arrived at Pandemonium. It was going to be a quick job, only one little demon. Shouldn't take more than ten minutes. Shouldn't.
The demon that they were tracking appeared to be a teenage guy, mostly normal looking, except for his overall green tinted skin that was nearly unnoticeable under the light of Pandemonium's multicolored disco ball. Isabelle and Clary sauntered over to the demon boy, smiling coyly. Izzy twirled a lock of her hair as Clary beckoned him. He happily followed the duo into the basement of Pandemonium, where Jace and Alec were waiting.
"This would be easy," thought Clary. But she had no clue.
As soon as every one was through the basement door, the boys stepped out. The demon realized what was happening when he saw Jace and Alec's serap blades(Akriel and Lasuarium) and turned to the door, but Clary blocked his way, brandishing a sharp seraph blade of her own(Peniel). Her months of training with Jace had paid off and soon the demon was back in his dimension.
"Not bad," grinned Jace.
Clary smiled and opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, she felt an icy grip on her throat. Clary heard Alec, Isabelle, and Jace suck in shocked gasps. Who could it be behind her? Who could have attacked her with a group of three shadow hunters next to her? Only one name came to her, but…that was impossible…right? The voice Clary heard next sent shivers down her back. Turned her blood to ice.
"Hello, Clarissa," said a voice that no one in the Pandemonium basement ever expected to hear again.
Jace, of course, spoke first. "Sebastian?" he asked tentatively, saying the words that no one else dared to say, "Is that you?"
"Close," replied the voice, "but not quite."
"Get away from Clary!" hissed Jace.
The owner of the familiar voice tightened it's grip on Clary, "Sorry, but I've come back from the dead for my revenge…on my daughter." He snapped the fingers of the hand that wasn't gripping Clary's throat, and a portal appeared behind him. Before Jace could grab him, Clary's kidnapper stepped through the portal, which closed behind him, still holding Clary.
"Valentine!" whispered Isabelle, shocked.
Jace shook his head and hissed angrily. His body shook with heated fury.
"Jace," muttered Alec, placing his hand on Jace's shoulder,"calm down, Magnus can trace Sebastian, err-Valentine, err.."
Isabelle interrupted her brother, "Magnus can trace Clary and we'll go save her."
"I'll call him now," added Alec, whipping out his cell phone, "Clary will be fine."
Jace just stalked out of the basement, not even bothering to tease Alec about having his(Alec's, not Jace's) sparkly warlock boyfriend on speed dial. "Sure," he thought, "Clary will be fine…as long as we get to her in time." he thought spitefully.