Okay, so this was a requested story, but I'm not sure if I'm actually going to continue it, so if you'd like for me to do so, then I will, otherwise this will just stay what it is.

First attempt at Mortal Instruments, which is weird because I love the books lol.

Anyway, enjoy and review

She made her way down the deserted street quickly, glancing behind her every few feet, just to make sure she wasn't being followed.

They couldn't afford the exposure if she were.

The streets of New York were never truly empty. That was something Clarissa Fray knew all too well.

It hadn't always been that way though. There had been a time when she'd been clueless. So completely and utterly clueless about the life she was destined to lead. About Shadowhunters and Witches and Magic.

But not anymore. No. Now she knew. Now she was trained. Now there were very few things that could get the best of her in the surprise department.

But scary demons creeping up on her at strange hours of the night in a creepy alley were definitely things that would at least give her pause.

Clary gripped the hilt of her dagger in her jacket pocket, just to make sure it was still there, before picking up her pace. She was already late, not that this would come as a big surprise to the rest of them. She was always late.

Still, one of these days she'd be on time to a damn meeting.

Just then there was a noise from a shadowed part of the alley, and she instinctively pulled her knife from her pocket, slowing her steps and preparing herself for anything. That's what Jace had taught her. To be prepared at all times.

"Hello?" she called out, "Is anyone there?"

There was no response, and Clary almost thought that she had imagined the noise, but just then what looked to be a tongue shot out and wrapped around her wrist – luckily the one that wasn't holding the only weapon she had at her disposal.

Her wrist immediately started to burn and she winced, trying to pull her arm away, but to no avail. In fact it seemed that whatever foul creature had grabbed her, was pulling her towards itself.

Clary, gathering her senses, used her knife and slashed the demon's tongue, effectively causing it to release her.

She looked down at her wrist briefly, noticing that it was already starting to turn black from her blood mixing with the demon ichor.

Ouch, she thought, before casting a light spell into the shadows.

What she saw made her stomach clench.

The demon looked to be some sort of cross between a lizard and giant ill-formed human. It was green and had scales, but its stature resembled that of a human. It stood on two 'legs' and had two 'arms', at the end of which seemed to be a nasty looking set of claws. Its eyes were red and its mouth seemed to house a rather vicious looking set of teeth.

Whatever it was seemed to be studying her with a rather pissed off expression, before it hurled itself at her, knocking her down onto the hard concrete floor of the alley.

The dagger flew from her hand, sliding somewhere into the darkness that wasn't illuminated by her spell, and she cursed, remembering something else Jace had repeatedly drilled into her head.

"Don't ever let go of your weapon. It's sometimes the only thing standing between you and a really messy death."

But of course she didn't remember that lovely bit of information when she actually needed it.

She brought her leg up, trying to kick the demon off her, while trying to shield her face from those evil looking teeth.

It hissed and bit down on her arm, and she let out a short yelp of pain, before shoving it off her and scrambling in the direction she'd seen her dagger go.

Just as she felt the cool metal of the hilt, she was being dragged backwards by her ankle.

She attempted to kick it in the face, but it just grabbed her other leg, flipping her over onto her back, it's claws digging into her legs.

Where the hell is Jace when I need him, she thought to herself, while struggling to get the upper hand in the situation.

In the back of her mind she heard her phone ringing, suspecting it was probably Jace or Isabelle, calling to bitch about why she was so late.

Well at least this time she'd have a valid excuse.

Well if the demon didn't kill her first that is.

No, she thought to herself, I'm not going to die.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through her and she managed to flip the demon so she was on top, and then stabbed him in what she assumed was his heart.

Demon ichor gushed onto the front of her shirt, quickly eating through the material and singeing her skin, but she didn't care. She'd handled whatever demon this was without anyone's help, and without the help of her magic, which she'd been too terrified to attempt to use.

So she'd killed a demon with her hands and nobody had been there to see it. Typical.

When she finally made it to the apartment building where they held their meetings, she was completely exhausted. Her wrist, ankles, and arm burned from whatever nasty poison had been running through that demon, add that to the fact that she was pretty sure that the fall to the concrete had left some pretty nasty bruises on her back, and that the demon's ichor had eaten through one of her favorite shirts, she was in no mood to sit through a meeting. In fact what she wanted was to go home, take a shower, and sleep. Preferably for a few days.

But no, she had things to do, and she guessed that her phone hadn't stopped ringing since the first time she'd heard it during the demon encounter.

She already knew they'd all be pissed that she hadn't called, but really, when was there time for that?

She supposed she could have called after she'd killed the demon, but it seemed ichor and cellphones didn't like each other, so she'd ditched her phone in a nearby trashcan and resolved to by one the next day.

She trudged up the stairs to the fourth floor and knocked on the door. Almost immediately it flew open and Jace was standing in front of her.

"Clary what the hell were you - holy shit, what happened to you?" he asked, completely changing tactics when he saw how she looked.

He immediately took her hand and led her inside, where Alec, Isabelle, Simon, Maia, Jordan, Taylor and Magnus were all sitting and talking, but stopped as soon as they saw her.

"Oh by the angels Clary what in the world did you get into?" - Isabelle

"Clary, are you okay?" - Simon

"What the hell?" - Magnus

"Are you alright?" - Alex

"Oh damn," - Jordan

"Shut up Jordan," - Maia

"Everybody shut up," said Jace, leading Clary over to the couch.

As soon as Clary collapsed onto the soft couch, she felt a million times better.

"What happened Clary?" he asked softly, slowly pulling her destroyed jacket off her.

"Well, I finally have a valid excuse for being late." she said with a smile, trying to get everyone to loosen up, and it seemed to work - on everyone but Jace.

"That's not funny. What the hell happened?"

Clary let out a sigh and relayed what had happened, finishing with, "It's no big deal. I handled it."

"You're lucky you've got your magic." said Taylor, a smirk on her face. Taylor was new to the group, and didn't care for Clary at all. Saying that she wasn't a real Shadowhunter because she was part witch.

Clary didn't back down though, and smirked, "I didn't need my magic."

Jace raised an eyebrow, proud of her. "Really? That's great."

She dropped her voice so only he could hear, and said, "I was too terrified to attempt it, honestly."

He smiled anyway, and said, "You learned to make due. And apparently you kicked ass."

She laughed, but quickly regretted it when she winced, her ribs protesting to her enjoyment.

"Here, come on. Let's get you fixed up." Jace said, sliding an arm around her waist even though she insisted she could walk just find by herself.

"The steele's still in the back bedroom right?" he asked Alec.

Alec nodded, "Yeah, and when you're done fixing up our killer here, we can talk about the news."

"What news?" she asked, tugging on Jace to quit walking.

Alec ran a hand through his hair, his blue eyes slightly worried, "We've gotten word of a rogue vampire coven who's killing humans. We'll talk about it when you don't look like you're about to pass out."

He smiled at her, and she smiled back, nodding, and then allowed Jace to lead her into the back room.

"So explain to me why you couldn't call me back after you'd killed it?" he asked, depositing her onto the bed and reaching for the steele.

"Demon ichor ate it." she said, making a face. "I have to get a new phone tomorrow."

Jace chuckled, "That would only happen to you."

"Well I'm the only one who hasn't been training for my whole life." she snapped defensively.

"Hey," he said, taking her hand, "I didn't mean it in a bad way. You did awesome today. You killed a demon without your magic. Do you know how awesome that is?"

She sighed, "Yeah I know. I just...I can't help feeling inferior to you guys sometimes. Especially with Taylor walking around saying -"

"Forget about her." he said, his tone ending that conversation. He didn't like Taylor. Clary knew he didn't like Taylor, but she couldn't deny the fact that she was pretty.

Taylor was tall, with long legs that stretched on for miles, long blonde hair that fell pin-straight to her waist, and bright baby blue eyes.

Everything Clary wasn't, and for that Jace was thankful.

He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then motioned to her shirt.

"Trying to get me undressed already?" she asked with a smirk.

He chuckled, but then his tone was serious again when he spoke, "I need to see how bad the bruises are."

She nodded, and lifted her shirt off, wincing slightly.

She turned so her back was facing him, and Jace had to clench his fists together, her back was already starting to turn an ugly shade of purple in certain areas.

He hated seeing her like this.

"It's bad isn't it?" she asked quietly.

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder softly, "You'll live."

"You can't expect me to not get hurt," she said, turning around and letting him look at her wrist and forearm, where the demon had sunk its teeth into her.

In all honesty, it looked better than she'd expected it to.

Apparently Jace didn't think so.

"Take your pants off." he ordered.

"What? Why?" she said, not wanting him to see what a mess her legs must be.

"I saw you limp in here Clary. Pants off. Now."

She sighed, but did as he asked. Or tried to anyway. She winced when the dried blood had her jeans sticking to her legs.

Jace stood quickly, and returned a moment later with a bottle of water. He poured some water on the jeans, and a few moments later he was able to carefully wriggle them off her.

Clary's breath caught in her throat as she saw the claw marks that had left nasty looking red scars down her legs.

She glanced at his face, and saw how pissed he was.

"You've got to stop doing this to yourself." she said softly, "I'm going to get hurt. I'm going to get bruised up and scratched, but I'm still here."

"Do you know how worried I am about you, every time we go out on a mission? And not because I don't think you can handle yourself, because you've proven time and time again that you can, but because something can always go wrong." he said, not meeting her eyes as he went about doing his best to heal her injuries with the steele.

"Maybe you should let Izzy do this from now on."

"What -"

"I just hate seeing you like this." she said, forcing him to look at her.

"How do you think I feel?" he asked, but his mood had lightened some.

"The same way I feel when you come home all bruised up." she said, squeezing his hand.

He squeezed back and then continued to trace her body with the steele.

When she'd been fixed up - for the most part - she pulled him down in front of her, his lips inches from hers.

"I love you,"

He smiled, "I love you too."

He leaned forward and kissed her, more forcefully this time, his hands winding their way into her hair, and holding her to him.

He slid his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned, her hands clenching at the fabric of his t-shirt. He chuckled and bit her lip, before pulling away.

"We'll have plenty of time for that when we get home." he whispered against her lips.

The thought of their apartment brought a smile to Clary's face. They'd moved in together two months ago and so far everything had been great.

Especially the sex. The sex was fantastic. Although it always had been, even before they'd moved in together.

"Alright," she said with a smile.

He smiled back and kissed her softly. His eyes holding hers for a moment.

"Can you do something with that magic of yours?" he asked, motioning to her destroyed pile of clothes.

Clary bit her lip in concentration before she nodded, and waved her hand. Her clothes returned themselves to what they had looked like before her little run in.

She got dressed, thankful that she wasn't in pain anymore.

"Come on, they're probably waiting on us." she said, taking his hand.

He laced their fingers together and pushed open the door, walking back out into the living room.

"So," said Clary, sitting down next to Jace on the couch, their hands still laced together. She also took satisfaction in the fact that Taylor didn't look too happy about the proximity between Jace and her.

"Tell me about this vampire problem."

Alright, there you go. I've never written for Mortal Instruments, but this might be a cool story if people want me to continue it. I know you do Sabria lol.

Anyway, if you like it and want to know more about witch Clary, more about Taylor, and more about the vampire problem, let me know.

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