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Sightless

The house was brick red with a colonial style look; with four white columns to hold up the balcony, there were bushes with nicely cut hedges on either side of the pathway to the door. The house had many large white windows and looked to be three stories tall. Even though it was pitch black outside, I could see everything; like a bat, blind in the day and all-seeing at night.

"Clary, stop planning your plan to get away and break into that house!" My tutor yelled, which let me listen from the earpiece microphone attached to my ear. It was a clever invention from the mundanes, who were useful at times, that could let me listen to my tutor even if he was miles away in the Institute.

I couldn't help but smile, "With pleasure."

Pulling my small grappling hook pistol out (again, mundane's were useful sometimes) of my pocket- which was basically a gun that shot rope with three hooks at the end which latched on to whatever it needed to latch on to- I ran towards the house. Once near it, I aimed and pulled the trigger which fired the hook and the hook almost instantaneously was latched up to the top of the house. I pulled gently on it to make sure it was hooked, then I started my way up to the top of the house.

I had walked my way up the side of house up until the second story window when I saw a flash of white-blonde hair run across the window. Quickly, I pushed with both of my legs off the window and then turned my body so that my back would hit the glass. As hoped, the glass broke and I was in the house.

Letting go of the gun, I shooed it away and quickly hid under a table, pulling out my tracker in the same movement. After all, even if I was wearing a sheet of glamour the mundanes could still hear every move I made; if they could hear me, that is. That's why my tutor made every shadowhunter-in-training go into what he calls 'a year in silence' where we learn how to do everything silently.

After a few seconds of hiding and my tracker doing absolutely nothing, I pulled out a dagger, just to be ready, and I walked out of the room I broke into. Almost as soon as I shut the door to that room, three men came running down the hallway with guns in hand.

Two of the men had brown-almost black- hair that blended in with the dark night. They were both taller than the third who had blonde hair. The same two looked to be related, father and son, perhaps, but the third didn't look like them at all.

The third, blonde one had very strong, pronounced looks that were all beautiful. He had fine, curly, golden blonde hair and eyes that look tawny-brown in the dark with long eyelashes. He had a slim, muscular build and he was tall with long arms and legs. His face could be described as beautiful, sexy, angular but none of those could illustrate just how gorgeous he actually was.

I gasped.

The two brown haired ones kept running down the hall, past the door that lead to the room I actually broke into. The blonde stopped, holding his gun up to his shoulder with his hand on the trigger and one eye closed, looking around the hallway as he tried to protect his home.

His eyes and body moved in a circle as he looked for the source of the noise that came from my mouth. His tawny eyes slowly moved around the walls and over the walls, until they... looked right into mine.

The blonde's gun lowered a little, his mouth dropped ever so slightly, and his eyes widened. The woman in me couldn't help but think this was adorable.

"Who are you?" He demanded, the adorable look leaving his face.

My thoughts on his face came to an abrupt halt as I realized he could see me, through the glamour... he could see me. No, this wasn't right he was supposed to run right past me like those two black haired men did. Why did he see me?

"Who are you?" He asked, again, shaper.

I dropped the knife in my hand and spoke in a daze, "I mean you no harm."

His grip loosened on his gun, which made it fall a little more, "Then who are you?"

Before I could answer, the two taller men came running back down the hallway. The younger looking one put a hand on the blondes' shoulder.

"Jace?" The younger one asked, "Jace, are you okay?"

"What is it, son? What did you see?" The older one asked, looking in front of the blonde, Jace. He looked right over me and then away. So the two black haired ones couldn't see me, but the blonde could. Interesting...

I smiled at this revelation as Jace continued to stare at me, but then he shook his head and spoke to the two men.

"I'm fine. I thought I saw a woman, but I'm okay." Jace said lamely, he brought on hand up to his face and closed his eyes tightly before opening them back up, "I must have just imagined it. I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven." The older one said, "We were worried about you though, don't do that when we think someone has broken into the house."

"Watch out!" Jace suddenly yelled and pointed behind me. I only had time to move my head an inch as a knife came rushing past my ear, it flew past the three men in front of me and stuck into the wall. I whirled around.

Standing in front of me was public enemy number one, Sebastian Morgensten. He was tall, as tall as Jace, with a beautifully evil face. His eyes were black as night and his hair was white-blonde in the day, but especially silver in the night. Sebastian wore normal shadowhunter clothes, all black pants and shirt with weapons and poisons attached at every possible place.

"Come looking for me?" Sebastian taunted me. "I could say I'm honored, any beautiful woman come to look for me I happily welcome for a full night."

I, with my shadowhunter reflexes, quickly grabbed another knife, but didn't throw it at him. Not yet.

"Unfortunately, our night is half over so I suppose I'll have to thank you quickly." He took a step towards me, and another until he was three feet away.

"Then let me say you're welcome." I smiled, throwing the knife and hitting him across his cheek; making blood, that looked black in the night, rush out of the wound.

"You're aim has gotten better," Sebastian rose his hand up to his cheek and looked at the blood on his fingers, "Unfortunately for you, so has my speed."

Sebastian was immediately right in front of me, our chest pushed up together and then he was back at the start of the hallway in less than a second. He was a blur again as the door I had came through was suddenly wrenched opened and then shut.

I dashed through the door, seeing Sebastian jump out the window I had broken into with one last look at me he said, "Don't worry, my love, we'll see each other again." I ran up to the window, but it was no use; I couldn't jump from this high to the ground and live and also, Sebastian was probably a mile away by now.

"Watch out for what?" I heard the younger one from the hallway scream, "Jace, what's wrong with you?"

I didn't hear Jace's answer, but I did hear the door open and close as Jace led the two other men into the room I was in; which I now realized to be an upstairs dinning room. I turned my head over my shoulder, locking Jace's eyes with mine for one final glance before I jumped out the window; grabbing the rope from my hooking-gun and making my way down to the grass. Before I ran off into the woods that surrounded the house.

The nausea and headache already setting in as the flowers touched my fingers.

A/N: Thanks for reading and a big thank you to mrdirtguy3 for the name!