Clary woke up to the alarming sound of the alarm clock next to her. It buzzed on her night table and she pounded the palm of her hand on the snooze button. Rolling out of bed, she yawned and stretched her arms above her head. As Clary got up, she looked in the mirror at herself. Her flaming red hair was knotted and tangled in many ways and her over night make up was smudged under her eyes.
"I look homeless," She commented to herself and made her way to the bathroom. She fixed up her hair and make up, actually looking presentable and went to the window in her small New York apartment.
It was raining- when was it ever not raining? Clary sighed and left her apartment. She hid herself under the umbrella, even though she didn't need to. People couldn't see her anyways. She had put a glamour rune on herself to hide from the Mundie's, even though she didn't really know why. She had abandoned the way of Shadow hunter life when she ran away from Idris when she learned that Jace was her brother, but she didn't want to be a mundane. It just wasn't in her blood.
Even as Clary walked through the dark and gloomy streets, knowing that no one could see her, she felt as if an odd presence accompanied her silently. She turned around quickly, looking around, but failed to see anything out of the ordinary. She puffed air into the cold morning, looking at it drift away as she ran into a large man.
"Clary Fray, we finally meet. I'm Jonathan." In front of her stood a boy with pale skin and blonde hair so fair that it looked white. He had dark brown eyes, so dark that they looked black.
"I don't know how you know my name, or can see me, but if you are here to take me back, I will not go with you." She stood with her arms firmly crossed across her chest and stood her ground.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I am here on special orders from Valentine Morgenstern." When he saw the look of fear in her eyes, he laughed. "You thought he was dead, didn't you? At Lake Lynn? Of course you also left me there to die, but I looked different back than. You called me Sebastian." His eyes darkened with evil, finding this amusing.
"No-that's- no. That can't be true. I saw him drop dead." Clary was in disbelief, but she could tell the features of Sebastian's face, no Jonathan's face, and it was he. "Oh god," she said as she backed away, but her foot caught on something and she was waiting the fall that never came because she fell into a pair of strong arms.