City of Heavenly Fire: My version

HI! This is my first fan fic! Hope you enjoy! I plan to write more! Should have read already released MI. This is just a beginning. Sorry these are kind of short.

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Until I'm Ready

Darkness. It curled around Clary – engulfed her until she was nothing but ash. A figure strode towards her. His hair, the only light in this emptiness. His golden eyes stared and warmed her soul – filled her being with the sense of wholeness. He smiled – flashing his white teeth. Pure white wings flowed from his back. Jace. He smirked – the corner of his mouth quirking up. He opened his mouth to speak – a word on his lips. Instead, his glowing form shattered – spilling and crawling into another being – slugging into a creature of fear. The oozing liquid traveled upwards. It all slimed away to reveal someone. That someone had jet hair and pale skin. Black feathers burst from his back and he sneered, "I'm coming, little sister." And Clary plunged into darkness.

Clary bolted upright – the name already on her lips. Sebastian. Fear gripped her chest – restricting her breathing. After a few shot gasps, Clary breathed heavily. I can't live like this, she thought. It was still dark outside. She reached to her phone. She dialed the first name on her contact list. After eight rings, it went straight to voicemail. "Hi, you've reached the phone of…Alec Lightwood the Epic," there were giggles in the background (Simon). Please leave a message after my epic beep." Clary sighed and hung up – not evening bothering to leave a voicemail. Clary climbed out of bed. Weary, she silently pushed the door open and stepped into the dim hallways of the Institute. Witchlight poured over the sharp angles and peered around each corner. BY memory, she rounded each corner. It had felt like forever until she stopped at a door. Clary lifted her hand to knock and stopped. She looked at her phone. 12:00 am. She exhaled and knocked twice before opening the door. Jace's voice tiredly moaned from his bed.

"Alexander Lightwood, if you want came at 2:00 in the morning just to tell how handsome I am, it's going to have to wait until tomorrow. I am not quite ready to accept compliments at this moment…Alec?" Jace lifted his head. His glimmering hair in a state of disarray. His eyes settled on Clary. "Oh, Clary," he whispered.

A strangled and rasped, "Hi," escaped Clary.

"Hey," he blinked.

Clary stood in the doorway. Tension rose in her stomach. "Um... can I come in?" she breathed.

"Sure," Jace said – shifting his position in bed.

She walked to his armchair. She scraped away a few pills and sat down. Jace was propped on his elbow. They sat there – not daring to look each other on the eye without getting lost.

"Dreams?" he asked.

"Yeah," she hung her head down.

"Hey, c'mere," Jace said as he gestured to the empty spot next to him.

Clary stood and walked to the bed. She looked down at the vacant spot and Jace. She took a deep breath and slide over the comforter by Jace. She eyed his hand – still full of an angel fire – and silently moves herself at a safe distance from his burn. Jace twitched as if he wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything is going to be okay but decides not. "Sebastian," Clary started, "he is going to break the world. He's going to tear it to pieces. He's going to break us apart," the last sentence became a whisper. Jace gave a shaky breath. He moved his hand to move a hair from Clary's face but stops – remembering his deadliness. Tears form in Clary eyes. "And you can't even touch me," she cried.

Jace's eyes softened, "C'mon. You're strong. We're strong. Just hold tight until I'm ready to catch you."

This leaves off at Alec meeting Maureen.

"Maureen," he snarls, "You killed Camille. Now I must kill you for she tore apart my life."

Maureen sneered and clicked her tongue. "Tsk. Petty Nephilim, it won't look too good to the Clave when you slay the head of a clan leader for nothing – when you kill me for a sad, desperate relationship. Lady Belcourt always told me he'd always only love her," she takes a step forward and pauses, "Or Will." Alec takes a step back at the name. Maureen giggled, "Ha! You're so soft Lightwood, no wonder the other Shadowhunters find you useless. Just then, Alec's phone rang. "You should get that little Lightwood. Maybe someone needs you," Maureen crossed her arm.

"They don't…" Alec shakes his head

"Please! All you do is strut around pretending to kill demons and for most of your life, hiding feelings," Maureen said.

Alec gasped and hurled himself forward – his seraph blade a blinding saber in the night. Maureen dodged as he ran into a chair. He kicked the chair leg and wielded a makeshift stake.

"Oo, strong," Maureen taunted.

Alec tackled Maureen. She yelped. He rolled on top of her until he pushed her against the peeling wall. Alec placed the tip of his seraph blade to her neck. It scorched her skin, and she grimaced. He brought up his stake and placed it right above her heart. He could feel it's beat – barely even moving. "What was that again?" he snapped.

Maureen laughed. Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. "He's coming. And you're all gonna go," she growled. She slipped from underneath his elbow and kicked his knee down. Alec bucked down and fell to the stained carpet. She stepped into the shadows and whispered, "It's all gonna burn."

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