Hi! This story has been adopted from Hannah Lightwood, so thank her for the fantastic first chapter, the brilliant ideas and the creation of some of the characters! Also, thanks for letting me adopt the story and helping me keep it true to your idea :)

And many of the characters, setting and ideas belong to Cassandra Clare, not me :(

Anyone who has already read the story (of the same name) by Hannah Lightwood, this chapter will seem familiar as it is the same as hers to save you guys having to do that annoying flick between stories!

The next chapter which was written by me will be posted sooonn, so be patient and tell me what you think!

"Beep..beep..beep," Emily's alarm clock rang, getting faster with every beep she didn't shut it off. Emily slapped her hand around the remote and gave a too harsh push on the sleep button to turn it off. God, it sounds like the death alarm, Emily thought, shivers running down her spine. She shut her eyes giving her one more second of peacefulness before hulling herself out of her toasty bed. How come you're always tired after the alarm goes off? She thought to herself, rubbing her eyes and stretching some more. I should go get Clary up before Mom yells at her. No one wants her screeching this early in the morning.Emily, with a huff, willed her body to move and put on a pair slippers then, glided over to her sister's bedroom, on the other side of the hall. She knocked on her door before entering, "Clary? Clary, it's time to get up." Emily called to her sister.

Emily slid her eyes over the room. It was like a monk lived there or something, everything was in a specific place and nice neat orders. It's like no one lives in the here, Emily thought to herself, if she spent this much effort in her school work, she might actually be a good student. Emily chuckled to herself, Clary a good student? That's priceless. Emily laughed at the thought but promptly stopped when she saw something from the corner of her eye, Clary was sneaking through the window. Her dark hair was pulled up in a tight bun with a ruby-studded dagger sticking through it. Clary's lanky body was drenched in all black clothing fitting her very tightly in places their mother would not approve of. Through her belt she had some sort of a long blade thing and it was dimly glowing.

The image of her sister shocked Emily stiff, she has never been more terrified of one person in her life and it was her sister; the same innocent child their parents adopted when Emily was 2 and her best friend. Clary, not yet aware of her sister's presence, finished slithering her way through the window, as smoothly as a snake would. Clary then glanced around her room and stopped, noticing Emily standing in the room. Clary tried to keep the shock out of her voice by replacing it with anger at her sister for being in her room, "What the hell are you doing in my room?" She tried to put as much venom in her voice as possible.

Emily was suddenly filled with anger at her sister, "What am I doing? You're the one sneaking into the house at 5 o'clock in the morning, on a school day, wearing God knows what. Plus, you have a dagger in your hair and a knife, that looks like in belongs in a Saw movie through your belt!" Emily exclaimed to her sister, "Wait 'till Mom and Dad find out. You're dead." Clary faltered, she couldn't let Emily tell Mom and Dad, she's been enough trouble this week alone.

"No! Emily you can't! If you they'll put me on house arrest. Then I can't go and hu-" Clary cut off immediately, terrified at was she was just about to tell her sister.

"Can't do what? And with who?" Emily asked

"Nothing you'd be interested in and no one you know." Clary responded, very tersely. Oh no! Why'd I say that? She in definitely not going to get off the subject now, Clary thought, thinking of ways to stop her sister from asking anymore questions.

"Clary what is going on?" Emily said, desperation thick in her voice, "Please, just tell me you know you can, you've always told me everything. I won't tell Mom and Dad if you just tell me yourself."

"I can't, Emily." Clary spoke, her voice vibrating with despair.

"Why not? Like I've said, you've always told me-" She was cut off by a now very annoyed Clary, "It's not like that this time Emily."