I have a sister and I will teach her to love me. My name is Jonathan, but everyone calls me Sebastian and I am going to burn down the world.
His sword felt light as he swung it around in his hand, the metal was warm beneath his fingertips. He darted forward sending the tip of his blade directly into the demon's heart, he jumped backwards as it exploded into the air and ichor flew everywhere. Quickley he spun around on his feet and charged at the second on coming demon and sliced his word through it's neck, decapitating it. He smiled whilst placing his weapon into it's sheath, not bothering to wipe the demon blood off.
"How was that father?" He said, awaiting approval. When he glanced up Valentine was standing with his back against the brick wall that surrounded the alley way. He was wearing his gear and his hood covered his face. Jonathan could tell there was no hint of a smile playing on his features and sighed under his breath.
"You can do better, We will train until you cannot train any longer understand?." His fathers voice was quite and the least bit threatening but Jonathan obeyed regardless. He was sick of demon hunting and bending at his fathers will but he had promised him his family. He wasn't entertained at the idea of having his mother back after all, she had abandoned him when he was a small child, she deserved to be left alone, with no family. His sister on the other hand was the reason he was doing all of this. His father had spoke of her in such disgust, blaming her for Jocelyn leaving him but it wasn't her fault. Jonathan found himself picturing what she would look like, his father had told him all about his mother so he assumed she would look like her. Red hair like fire and green eyes like the grass.
The night was long and full of blood shed as Jonathan sliced his way through a good amount of demons, he found it boring it was too easy for him. Since he could remember he had never found a worthy opponent, every creature he faced was everything but a challenge. There was one person he wanted to fight with face to face, and that was the other Jonathan. Father's angel boy. One child angel the other a demon. father's plan hadn't worked out the way he had planned many years ago. One child was too soft and weak. The other was too cruel, sadistic and uncontrollable. Jonathan smiled to himself, he had been the better offspring, the most powerful in all aspects.
That night he found himself unable to sleep, he twisted and turned in annoyance until finally he got out of his bed. He got himself dressed and started packing a bag, he slung it over his shoulder after he closed it.
He didn't bother telling his father directly that he was leaving, instead left him a blunt note. " Father, I'm going to New York. I have to find her. - Jonathan." He scribbled the words quickly and walked through into the kitchen. He dropped the note onto the counter and then with his stele he traced the rune onto the grey wall and stepped through it once he was done.
In a matter of minutes he found himself walking through the busy streets of New York, He knew he would have to do some research find out exactly where she was. He stayed at a hotel which gave him usage to a computer and started typing. It was a long process considering he didn't have a clue what her second name was. He eventually found himself on a website, Facebook. He went through every Clarissa situated in New york until he found her. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He looked at her pictures for a while before he noticed she was going to a mundane club. Pandemonium. He grinned this would be his chance, he could meet her tonight.
He didn't bother with mundane transport and portaled himself to the night club. He stood across the street staring over at it. He wondered if his sister knew she was a shadowhunter and then he paused. He knew he couldn't tell her his real name he was aware their mother might have told her about him. His mind raced until he remembered the Verlac family, their son was about his age, right height and looked similar. The only difference was the hair colour and he was not going to dye his platinum blonde hair black, it would be too much of an annoyance.
He strode forward his large black boots thudded against the road beneath him. As he got closer he could see the runes that covered the buildings walls and almost rolled his eyes. Of course his sister would be in a Shadowhunter attraction. He would have to be careful, his father wasn't very welcome amongst the Nephilim and he knew the same would go for him. He didn't bother waiting in line with other mundanes and walked straight in. No one stopped him and he assumed it was because of the black markings that covered his skin.
The inside of the club was layered with smoke and various colours of light flashed around amongst the dancers, that were in the center of the room. His eyes scanned the crowd but to his disappointment he couldn't see her. He decided to get himself a drink and headed towards the bar. He could feel the stares on him as girls around him giggled looking at him shyly. He knew he was attractive and it gave him an advantage in the mundane world. Not many people said no to a pretty face.
"Hi!" A girl went out her way to stand in front of him and he glanced down at her small frame, long blonde hair framed her heart shaped face and her blue eyes were gaping up at him. She was not his type, his type was a red haired, green eyes beauty. He knew he couldn't just push her out of his way like he would have done if it were any other situation, he would draw too much attention to him. "Go away, I'm not interested." He spoke quietly but she heard him, her eyes widened in shock at being rejected. She would have been beautiful to him if he hadn't already laid eyes on Clarissa but now she was all he could see in his mind. The girl stepped aside and walked over to her surprised giggling friends.
When he reached the bar he turned his back to it and looked across the dancefloor and then he saw the vibrant red hair illuminated by the strobe lights. She wasn't alone and he frowned, he had been hoping she would be. He pushed himself forward in her direction and strode past the dancers, their clumsy elbows didn't bother him as they jabbed at his sides. He was next to her now and he almost sighed, she was perfection. He wanted her to be his and she will be he reminded himself. She was moving her body the same way as the people around her were but she looked more graceful. He noticed her arms were bare, free of any runes. He was about to speak when her eyes were looking into his and she smiled at him. He felt himself return the smile and held out his hand to her.
"Hello, I'm Sebastian. I was wondering, Would you like to dance?" He spoke slowly so she could make him out over the music and when she reached out and grabbed his hand his heart felt like it stopped. Her small hand fit perfectly in his and he clasped his fingers around her palm and his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him. He couldn't believe that after waiting sixteen years she was now in front of him and they were dancing together and then he knew that no matter what it would not be the last time.
Please review, I'm not sure if I am going to carry on with this story.