Summary: His hand slid under her shirt softly, "Do you want this? Do you truly want me?" Clary stared at him stunned. He pressed his body down against her's, making her blush even harder. "Well? Is this what you want?" How can he be so cruel? AU! CLARY/DEMONJACE
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Main Pairings: Clary/Jace
Rated: T (M in later chapters)
Genres: Drama/Romance/Angst
Warnings: AU! Language, Romance, etc.
A/N: This story will be a bit different than the others. This is more like in a demon verse world type of story. Shadowhunters plays a small part in the story a bit. Even so, their rules from the original story changed. This is an AU! I do not and will not own TMI. I just own this idea and my own original characters.
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Winter's Tale
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Drunkard
Valentine Morgenstern was a shell of a man that he used to be. He was a lawyer, a famous high-class one at that, but since his wife Jocelyn had run off with another man leaving him behind to take care of Clarissa; everything went down hill. His career went to shit, he barely can get clients. His reputation shot down because of it. Valentine leaned toward alcohol and gambling at the local casino, wasting all the savings that he kept over the years. This involved both he and Clarissa being kicked out on the streets with just the clothes on their backs when she was ten-years-old. They managed to find a shack of a house to settle in, but now they were two months late on the rent. Clarissa took up a job working at Taki's Diner to help support them while still taking her last year of high-school.
When Clary had finally saved enough money to pay off the rent; the money went missing and her father gone missing, returning late at night smelling of booze and for once Clary wished that her mother was still with them with her older brother Jonathan. If her mother haven't taken off with her brother for another man, her father wouldn't have turn out this way. She should be happy that he doesn't come home beating her like most drunkard father's do, but this is no way to live. Her father refused to get another job, and when he do get a job; he never hold it for long. He always stayed out late and come home in the early mornings. She could barely afford food and money to pay for the bills then some for the rent before he find her savings stash, then spending it on booze and drugs. They would be kicked out soon of this house if this continue. The landlord patience was strained with each late payment or no rent at all. Half the time Clary wanted to pack up the little belongings that she have and runaway from it all, but how can she abandon a broken man who was her father?
The shirt that she wore was worn out very oversize for her frame and it was very faded out blue. It had tiny holes on the bottom end along with her faded torn jeans. Her vivid auburn hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She had opened the door to the house; just came home from another awful day at school. Her eyes glanced around, noticing how dark the room was.
"Dad, I'm home!" She shouted, slipping off her falling apart sneakers. She dropped her books on the nearby chair that she had to carry all day, along with the bus ride home due with having no book-sack. She walked to the kitchen to the old table that she found on the side of the street for the garbage that she fixed up. No one answered her call.
Clary sighed loudly,
He's not home.
There was a single paper on the table with rough chicken scratch of a handwriting that belonged to her father. She picked up the paper and read, her eyes narrowed with each passing word.
Dear Clarissa,
I'm going on a trip.
I'm sorry, please don't look for me.
Love, Dad.
She crumbled up the paper angrily, her body begin to tremble. This was her father. This man had obvious runaway from life leaving behind debts for her to pay. She had once faded remember a time when she was happy. A time when her father wasn't who he was today. A life with her smiling happily. That life disappeared so long ago. She felt the bitter resentment settling down in her stomach. She had tried all her best not to hate her father, because he was the last of her family left. She had tried so damn hard. A sob left her lips just when their was huge banging on the front door. Clary took a moment to collect herself to see who was knocking rather rudely on the door.
When she opened the door; there stood two police officers. They glance at her sharply.
"Is your father home?" One of them asked holding a rolled up paper in his hand.
Clary shook her head, confused.
"No, my father had decided to move." She spoke. The second police officer glanced at his friend with a look of pity on his face before it was replaced with something colder.
The first ignored the second and held out the roll of paper.
"I'm sorry, , but you have to pack up and leave now. We're evicted you out, your 30 days are up."
EVICTED?!
30 DAYS!?
This was a first for her. Before she opened her mouth to asked what the hell they mean by evicted she remembered her father strangely written goodbye note on the table.
"Of course." She replied to the officers without much fuss.
That was how Clarissa Adele Morgenstern found herself homeless at Hyde Park with a grocery bag filled with little clothes, crying on the bench. How can her life be this so damn awful? Who did she pissed off in her past life to deserve this? The police haven't even battered an eyelash when she packed up and just left. The sun was slowly going down and many people at the park shot her many glances before taking their children back home.
What am I going to do now?
She had no one.
She stumped her feet down on the ground angry at her father, her mother, her brother and the bastard that's with her mother. She heard something crumble and when she looked down on what she stumped on; it was a piece of blue paper with elegant writing that was oddly addressed to her.
Dear Clarissa Morgenstern,
I had heard of your hardships and happily to offer you a place to stay
at my home as the new master. All you have to do is follow the address below, and
show the caretakers this note.
The note ran on and on and finally an address. Clary must have been crazy to even considered doing what the note said, but what can she do. She had no home, no family, or even no friends and so, Clary dragged herself on an hour walk looking for this place. The walk took her just outside the city and into a field of grass and flowers rather strange. There was a huge gate that looked like century old bloom over her head suddenly and she read the huge ancient letters. It was hard to read but after a full three minutes she could make out the words well.
WAYLAND MANOR
Clary opened the gate hesitated and walk through. It took her a full ten minutes before she came to a house that was three stories tall. There was fountain that shaped like a swan in the front and for a moment she thought that the house looked like one of those mansions on the 1930's time period movies that she watched in class at times.
She blinked.
She blinked once more.
She stared down at the note then looked back up at the manor.
This can't be right.
Clary felt very foolish now.
She shouldn't even listen to the note.
She crumbled the note up and begin to walk away defeated when the doors to the manor opened, revealing a little boy with lifelike cat ears over his brown-haired. He had cold onyx eyes watching her, before he smiled widely at her appearance.
"MICHAEL! MICHAEL WELCOME HOME!" The little boy shouted happily, tackling her in a huge hug confusing her.
Micheal?
Does she look like a man?
The little boy kept on squealing with glee before another voice broke through. This one sounded much more mature.
"What the hell is all this racket about, Julian?" Demanded a man with long blonde haired with fox-like ears. Gold crash against Green and his gaze held her there for a moment before the cat liked boy replied back happily.
"Michael is back!" Julian called out for the millionth time.
The blonde haired boy rolled his golden eyes at him before walking down the steps slowly. Clary felt very light-headed from his appearance.
These people...are strange...they not human
She realized.
Julian had black cat ears with a black tail and this...man had orange ears with a long brownish orange tail that looks like a fox.
"Does she look like a man to you?" The blonde haired boy asked coldly, and very sharp.
"-no...but she has his scent." Instead of that cheerful smile now was a frown.
"You mean this?" Clary held up the crumble up paper, the blonde haired man snatched it from her figure tips and read it.
He then crumbled it up. His eyes looked at her with rage and some type of hatred.
"Michael send you here instead of him, to make you master of the house and us?" He most likely talking to himself. Before Clary could speak, he snapped at her.
"No way in hell that I will obey a human!" He stalked off leaving Julian behind.
There was ping in Clary's chest in his flat-out rejection.
"Don't mind Jace, he always have something against humans. Come, let me show you to your room." Julian then smiled brightly at her leading her into Wayland Manor.