Summary: In the small town called Idris, everybody knows what the Circle is. The Circle is a gang of dangerous and lethal people that hunt their victims down in the middle of the night. More dangerous than any sort of Assassin, The Circle is run by a man called Valentine and his heir, Sebastian. Now, Jocelyn Fairchild, who knows goes by Jocelyn Fray, is back in her hometown Idris, creating a new group called the Shadowhunters who fight the Circle.

In the beginning of the summer, Clary Fray moves to Idris, unknowing about the Circle and its members. Little does she know that her mother has been hiding their true identity, and Jace, the boy who she thought was her brother was not who she thought he was. She was somehow connected to this town, and when she meets Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, she learns that she had a whole different side to herself than she never knew she had. When she starts falling for Sebastian, the chaos happening in her life seems to spiral out of control, and she learns that her connection with Idris was not just a coincidence.

I hope you guys enjoy this crap! Yeeeeet! Also, they're human. remember that, lol

~S

Warnings: Incest(obviously)

*Disclaimer: I don't own TMI*

Idris looked different than she'd expected. When the car finally moved to a halt after hours of what seemed like endless driving, Clary opened the door and stepped outside, her boots making a thudding sound as she swung herself out, as she was too short for her feet to naturally touch the concrete.

She instinctively pulled out the pencil she'd held her hair up with during the car ride and let her hair tumble down, waves upon waves of red curls cascading down her shoulders and slightly covering half of her face. After brushing that hair out of her face, she pulled out a notebook from her pocket in the same instinctive way she had pulled out the pencil from her hair.

"Boo." She year a voice behind her, then jumped and helped out, feeling a familiar hand on her shoulder.

"Jace!" Clary shouted, whipping her head around to glare at her brother, her hair slapping his face. He was bent over, laughing.

It was at times like these when Clary's mind seemed to switch from a normal one to a perfectionist one instead.

Jace was the perfect brother. With his athleticism, blonde hair and golden eyes, pearly white teeth and height, he looked nothing like her. The opposite siblings, people back in Alicante would call them. Clary took after their mom, and Jace took after their father, who had been dead for sixteen years… at least, he was to Clary's knowledge. Clary was in no way athletic, she was a red-head with freckles and green eyes, and was very, very short. Just under five feet, in fact, while Jace bordered six feet.

Although they were different in almost every way possible, Clary loved her brother.

"I had to!" He replied, his face red from laughter, towering over her. "And after I got to see the look on your face it was so worth it!" Clary reached down to the concrete, picking up the pencil and the notebook that had fallen when Jace had scared her. "Can you draw me?" Jace asked in a way so that she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"No." Clary replied, "There are tons of girls willing to draw your self portrait. Actually, they would throw themselves at you, you could dodge them, they could hit a wall, and there you have it. A mural."

"But you're the best artist I know." Jace said, some truthfulness in his voice, which was a bit sudden.

She shook her head for a moment, about to say something, but then was interrupted by their mother calling them. "Jace! Clary!" Jocelyn emerged from behind the car, holding the two boxes packed to the brim with all of their belongings. They wouldn't have been able to afford the move unless they'd sold most of their things.

Clary was still angry about the move, but she knew that it was because her mother had gotten a job offer that she couldn't refuse. And by couldn't refuse, it was because they were on the verge of becoming homeless. So they'd packed their bags and left as soon as the school year ended, which was less than a week ago, leaving everything that they'd known, although Jocelyn seemed to already be quite acquainted with the area, despite this being the first time she'd come to Idris, at least to Clary's knowledge.

Jace took one of the boxes, letting Jocelyn relax. "Clary, take the other one." This was the Jace that Clary admired the most. The kind, caring and compassionate Jace that would do anything for his mother, not the rude and perverted asshole that she'd come to know in Alicante. Perhaps Idris would change him for the better.

Clary sighed, tucking the pencil back into her hair once she realized she wouldn't have the time to doodle, and stuffed the small notebook into her jean pocket. She took the second box and watched as Jocelyn led them to the entrance to their new house.

Jocelyn inserted the key into the doorknob and twisted it, revealing the insides of the house.

"What the fuck…?" Jace said, his nose wrinkled in disgust at the house… or should she call it a nasty old shack in the middle of nowhere?

What she immediately noticed was the peeling paint and the rust covering the side of the tiny house. There was dead grass surrounding the house, and a foul stench coming from the inside of the house. It smelled like something dead.

She pinched her nose, and so did Jace and Jocelyn. She let go for a moment. "Mom, you said that the house was going to be better than the one back at home."

Jocelyn sighed. "We can't do anything about it now.." Jocelyn pulled the house keys out of her purse and stuck it into the lock. "This is our home now. It's not Alicante, but… it's… home." It didn't open for a moment.

Then the door fell forwards, right on top of Jace. "Jesus Christ!" Jace said, coughing from the gross smell that came from the house. "What the fuck is that smell?"

"You?" She snorted, making sure not to drop the box that was still in her hand. Jace rolled his eyes at her, placing his box down on the floor, and then Clary did the same.

Clary's jaw dropped as soon as she lifted her eyes off of the floor.

The whole house literally had only two rooms: the bathroom and everything else. There was one filthy, torn mattress on the carpet, which was also filthy and torn. The fridge's door was nowhere to be seen, and the table in the center of the room was missing a leg. After looking around for a moment, she flopped on the only thing that seemed to be intact: the couch. Although it did smell, it was the only piece of furniture that looked stable enough to hold her weight.

Jocelyn slowly walked towards the mattress, her head looking towards the floor, and then she sat down. Her head was in her hands. "I'm sorry. I really, really am."

Not wanting to make Jocelyn feel worse than she already did, Clary sat down quietly next to her mother, putting an arm on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Mom…Mom, hey, it's okay."

"But Clare, it's not. You might make her feel worse by telling her that it's going to be 'okay.'" Jace said, his usual sarcasm and dry humor gone.

"What else am I supposed to say?" Clary threw her arms up into the air. "One minute, we're driving in the city, all happy… the next, we're in a disgusting house that smells like dead skunk!"

"You're supposed to suck it up and act like everything's normal!"

"You're such a dick!" Clary cried, slamming her hands down on the floor, some of the floorboard cracking, as it was so fragile they broke with almost no effort at all.

"Enough!" Jocelyn shouted, "This is hard enough! I don't need you to start arguing about this house, okay? I'm already stressed out as it is, alright?!" Her expression softened once she saw them slowly start to calm down. "Now find a space on the floor and claim it as your own before you start complaining about having no space."

While Jace automatically plopped down on the couch, which was across of the mattress that Clary had just gotten off of, Clary went to the boxes that they'd brought with them.

She reached inside the first box and withdrew another box labeled Clary's Things, which was about half the size of the box it came from. After going to a corner of the room that didn't seem to smell as bad as the couch, she picked at the tape sealing the box shut, her nail polish chipping slightly as she peeled it.

After sitting down in a corner of the room, she finally opened it, and suddenly tons of emotions seemed to rush at her. She reached into the box and pulled out a photo frame, and blinked back tears. Si… her best friend was back in Alicante.

In the picture, they were both grinning, there arms around each other, snow in their hair, and their faces red from the cold. They were in front of her old house. Her old house hadn't been big or the best, but it was home to Clary. Clary looked up for a moment, and the thought of her old home made her blood boil. Why had her mother brought them to Idris of all places? Idris, a so-called crime ridden city full of thugs and gangs. To compare her old home in Alicante to Idris was like comparing art by a toddler and Van Gough.

Closing her eyes, she placed the frame down onto the floor and reached for something else in the box. She pulled out old art competition stuff, clothes, and finally a locket.

But what significance did this locket have? Clary didn't know for sure. All she knew was that her mother didn't like it, and that somehow, it connected her to her father. Fingering the locket, she looked at it just as she had many times before. It was quite rusted, but the symbol carved on it was still visible. On one side was a diamond symbol, two arched lines coming from the top. (The angelic power rune) The other side had a circle on it. Clary had no idea what it meant, but somehow, she was drawn to it. It was the only thing that connected her to her father.

After putting the locket on and then hiding it under her green sweater, she got up and vowed that she would fix the house as much as she could, as she believed that there was no point in moping around any longer.

She walked over to Jace, who was laying around on the broken couch and kicked him hard in the gut. "Get up."

"Why?" Jace groaned. "I'm perfectly fine where I am."

"You said that this house smells." Clary said, throwing a towel onto his face. "Now help me make it not smell, would you?"

Jace threw the towel back at her, but got up. "Fine."

"While you two do that, I'm going to go somewhere real quick, okay?" Jocelyn said, waving her car keys in front of them. Her outfit was different than the one from earlier. It was cleaner, more refined. Clary didn't question it.

"Wait! No fair!" Jace cried out. "I didn't even want to clean!"

What he got in response was the slam of the front door.

After a couple hours of wiping the floors, Jace collapsed on the couch in defeat. "I'm done. I can't anymore."

Clary was nowhere near done, as her perfectionism had gotten to her as she was cleaning. She'd even retrieved a sewing kit from one of the boxes and started to patch up the carpet.

"We've cleaned for three hours, and it still smells like somebody died!" Jace exclaimed, his head in the cushion.

Exasperated, Clary threw a dust-covered towel at him. "Does it look like we can afford any fabreze? No, it doesn't. Get your lazy ass off of the couch!"

"I don't want to!" Jace complained.

Clary hit him with a towel once, but then sighed in defeat, shoulders sagging as she sat down. "When did mom say she was coming back?"

"Didn't say." Jace responded.

It was ten pm when Jocelyn finally decided to show up back at their home. "Sorry it took so long." She tried to encourage Jace and Clary to smile, but she got two glares from them instead.

Clary looked up from her notebook, revealing a couple sketches of the alleys they'd seen on the way to the house. "What took you so long?"

Jace's eyebrows were raised in suspicion. "Is it the new… job you were talking about?"

"Y-Yeah. Of course. I just needed to check in." Jocelyn stammered, but quickly covered it up with a chuckle.

"And it took you… seven hours?" Jace said, looking slightly confused.

"I had to talk a little bit with my boss." Jocelyn said, her face paling slightly.

"Okay…" Clary responded before Jace could, giving him a we'll talk later look. "You should get some rest, mom. There's some pizza in the broken fridge."

It only took Clary a couple more second to notice the blood on Jocelyn's sleeve.

Later that night, there was a banging noise coming from across the room. It had been eerily quiet before then, so Clary hadn't noticed at first. The whole house was dark, and not a single light was on, so Clary tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep.

Not even less than five minutes later, the banging sound came back, but with more aggression. Clary heard panting and banging, and was disturbed by the dragging sound that seemed quite close to her.

She tossed and turned, but did it quietly, not wanting to wake up her brother or mom. It's nothing. Stop being so paranoid. She argued with herself before she heard a gunshot come from outside.

She took that as a warning sign and finally got up, tripping on some of her blankets, a thudding sound filling the room as she fell. Her face paling at the thought that whoever fired the gun could be lingering outside of the door. She also panicked at the fact that if nothing had happened, she'd ruined somebody's sleep.

Clary reached for her phone and turned the flashlight on before going to the kitchen area and taking a kitchen knife from the counter and holding it tightly in her grip. She shook her head, questioning her sanity. Wasn't it natural for her to be a little afraid to be in a new place after living somewhere else for all of her life?

She looked at her reflection in the knife and reeled back once she saw her face. It looked surprisingly vicious. Her pale skin and red hair made her look almost like a vampire or something of that sort.

While tugging at the strings of her hoodie and tightening it, she put on some sneakers and ignored her trembling fingers as she turned the doorknob. She paled when she noticed it was unlocked. It had been locked before she went to sleep, that she knew for sure.

"Is anybody out here?" Clary called our, but then covered her mouth with her hands. She didn't know who she could trust here. She listened for a sound of an intruder, but she could hear nothing.

There was a dripping noise close by, but that was the least of her concerns. There was a rustle behind her, and she turned quickly, shifting the light of her flashlight in that direction.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

In the brief moment that the flashlight shined on the intruder, she saw all that she needed to. He was covered in all black, and held the smallest gun she'd ever seen in his hands. Before he escaped, she saw a symbol branded on the side of his neck.

Somebody chased after him, but she didn't bother to look at them.

The symbol she'd seen was the same circle that was on her locket.

A shiver ran through her body before she turned both ways in fear that somebody else was there before listening to the dripping noise. A horrific feeling came over her as she tip-toed towards the broken shack next to the house.

There was a loud creaking noise as Clary forced the rusted metal door open. There was a bag on the highest shelf, and the dripping noise came from that. Clary was scared to shine her flashlight on it at this point.

She contemplated telling her brother or mom, but came to the conclusion that they were under so much stress already that they didn't need any more of it.

So she gathered up her courage and shined the flashlight on the bag.

She dropped everything she was holding, the flashlight falling to the ground beside her in an angle that was almost too perfect.

All the blood left in her face drained and she stifled a scream.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Blood. Blood was everywhere. Blood on the bag, blood on the floor, blood dripping onto her white sneakers. Stepping backwards once… twice… snap. She jumped up and covered her mouth again, sweat dripping down her forehead when she realized what she'd stepped on was… a foot.

She didn't know who was watching, what she was doing… or if she should just run back home and pretend to sleep until she could tell her mom everything.

But then again…

Clary remembered the blood on her mom's sleeve, and a jolt of fear ran up her spine. If the symbol not the man's neck was the same as the one on her locket, and the locket had once belonged to her father…

then she had no way to know if her mother was in league with whoever that person was.

All she knew was that somebody died that night.

She slowly peeled open the bag.

This time, it was almost impossible to hold in a scream.

It was Simon.

Somehow, in some impossible way… the body was Simon's.

This time, she opened her phone and opened up the voicemails she'd gotten earlier that day from Simon and left to answer later. The voicemails she should've answered.

"Hey, Fray. Surprise! I thought I'd come visit you once at your new place. Your mom said I could come, since your birthday's in a week."

"Clary, I know this is really weird…even by my standards, but I-I really need to see you."

"Clary. I know this is sudden, but I owe somebody a lot of money, and I mean a lot. I just… I need to see you before they come after me."

"The Circle, Clary. The Circle is coming after me."

The last ones were marked thirty minutes ago.

"Clary, I just need to let you know that I love you, and I'm sorry."

"Clary, they're coming after me. P-please. Please h-" There was a gunshot and then silence.

Clary dropped the phone, overwhelming emotions filling her up. Fear, of course.. but then a scary amount of fury and grief filled her up instead. Her fists were balled and her fists shook, and she fell to her knees.

Letting out a sudden, choked gasp, she covered her mouth to silence herself as tears fell from her face, before she noticed the words written down in a place she hadn't noticed before.

They were written in blood. Simon's blood.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

A shiver ran up her spine, tears and blood mixing together into one as she read the words.

We're coming after you.

Nowhere to run.

This is the hunt.

What do you think? It's unedited, but this is my first AU fanfic and I'm kind of nervous because this isn't really my genre, but I'm going to give it a shot. I have all kind of things planned out for this so be on the lookout and follow/favorite. I would love a review as well.

Since I'm working on other fanfics as well, this might not really Ah e an update schedule.

~Sara