So I kind of got bored of my last story, I kept getting writters block and it was a horrific mess the whole time. I just kept writing stuff I didn't like so that got me in the mood to try to start a new fanfic. (I like this one better already by the way). But yeeah, that happened. I might continue the old fanfic if I come up with some ideas for it, but right now, I really have nothing for it. Anyways, enough of my blabbering and to the story! Enjoy

I hid my face behind my mask as the two shadowy figures, hoping it'd hide my quivering face. They grasped my arms with anger, the same way my father did. I screamed, but nobody heard me through the darkness of the night. I sat in the alleyway, struggling to get away from the figures I had identified as demons. My eyes were heavy and my body too weak to fight against them. They picked me up with ease and a hard laughter struck them, being pleased with their catch.

My body tensed up, they were going to take me back to my father. My schizophrenic father, that couldn't tell the difference between what is real and not real. Pain made my stomach lurch uncontrollably as one of the Raum demons struck its claws at my mask, ripping off with ease.

The demon screeched with happiness and signaled to its partner, they'd found the right girl. I cried as my scarred face was shown, due to my father hitting me as a child.

"Clarissa Morgenstern…" The demon hissed, his eyes glowing blood red.

I looked up into his eyes and trembled. The Raum demon was different, he almost looked human. Its blonde hair caressed his face and accented his dark brown horns. He licked his lips with pleasure and drew my neck closer to his sharpened fangs. I screamed and started to wiggle from his heavy grasp. I felt my neck stiffen as he tore his fangs into them, but then quickly drawing them out.

As my vision returned to normal, the two demons were fighting a figure dressed in black. Swords, which I recalled as Seraph Blades, struck the demons hearts and they fell to the ground as their hearts had been struck with the pure blades. I quickly regained the urge to put my mask on before the new Shadowhunter saw my face.

As I placed the mask on my face, the male turned around.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I could be asking you the same thing, Clary."

I stood up, now enraged. "How do you know my name?"

He chuckled, "Well, thanks to your parabati Isabelle, I was able to get that out fairly easy. The tracking you was the hard part."

"Why couldn't Isabelle get me? She always does if she needs me."

"That's the thing Clary. Isabelle was kidnapped by Valentine, that's why she sent me to you. She wanted me to keep you safe over her. You know, she has a thing for you, right?"

"You're crazy." I stood there flustered. All this time, had Isabelle done all of the stuff she has, because she likes me? Saving me and putting herself at risk, why else would she do that?

"By the look of things though, it's a good thing I found you. You were bitten by that Raum demon weren't you?"

"I think so." I paused; I couldn't think straight nor breathe. I stumbled down and fell hands first onto the cemented floor, coughing up blood. I had in fact been bitten by the Raum demon. I was scared that I was going to die as I chocked on my own blood. I felt the ground beneath me spin and my vision blurred that I couldn't see anything.

His muscular arms grabbed me and pulled me up to his chest, cradling me close to him keeping me safe. He smelled of an earthy scent, which relaxed me. It was a medical herb I didn't quite realize, that was worn to protect the person who wore it. I couldn't even ask him what his name was before I blacked out.

I awoke in a familiar setting, my bedroom. My head still spun a little and I was heavily bandaged and pain radiated from where the bandages were placed on my body. As my vision cleared, I realized a figure stood in the corner of my room. It was the guy that I had seen in the alleyway. I was spooked by his presence, but he seemed to welcome me to come home to him. There was just that something that was different about him, and I had been drawn to it from the first time our eyes had met.

I started to lift myself to make eye contact with him, but he rushed to my side urging me to just lie down. "Clary, don't strain your body more than it needs to be."

I nodded. "Hey, uh- I never got to ask you this; what's your name?"

"My name," He asked, "It's not really important. I'm just that blonde-haired and blue-eyed shadowhunter that saved you from those demons. You do not need my name for anything."

"How do I even address you then?"

"You don't. I won't be here for much longer at all. I just wanted to make sure you were alive and okay for Isabelle since those were my orders from her."

"You don't have to be such a jerk about it! The least you can do is to say your name!" I screamed at him enraged in the moment of him mentioning Isabelle. I didn't think I liked her like that, but I had the right to be because she was my parabati.

"Jace, my name is Jace." He said with shock.

"Do you have a last name Jace?" My curiosity was getting the best of me.

"Yeah, it's Wayland. Would you mind telling me your last name since I couldn't get that out of Isabelle?"

I went silent. "I rather not, you would be afraid of me."

He chuckled, "What, it's not like your last name is Morgenstern or anything right?"

I just looked at him. I gave it a second before adding, "What if it was?"