The Way It's Meant To Be

by TealFireySparrow

Life doesn't always go the way you want it to go. No one knows this better than Clary Fray, with her new life motto: life's a bitch and then you die. She moves forward into her new life with her mother and older brother. What will happen to her when she meets a mysterious golden-eyed boy who will change her perspective on life forever?

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Cassandra Clare, we DO NOT own them, only use them for the entertainment of others!

Prologue

Clary POV

BANG!

Clary woke up with a start, her heart pounding, blood rushing through her ears. She looked around the dimly lit room, searching for the culprit of such a loud noise.

Not finding the source, she stood and slowly padded on silent feet towards her bedroom door, pulling on her emerald silk robe as she did. Once she secured the tie around her waist, Clary reached for the door handle. As soon as her hand made contact with the handle, she pulled her it back: the door handle was ice cold.

Clary mulled over the reasons a door handle could be so cold in the middle of summer. Finding none, she slowly reached for the door handle once more. Even though her mind told her to let go, Clary turned the handle and pulled the door open. Immediately upon opening the door, ice cold air hit Clary sharply in the face, shocking her into stillness. As thought slowly returned to her, her legs moved towards the stairs without conscious thought, carrying her down them in a quick jog.

What she saw in the foyer would be etched into her memory forever, like graffiti on a wall.

The front door was wide open, as were all the windows in the foyer, blowing gusts of ice cold air into the room, causing Clary to shiver. What scared more than that, though, was the deathly silence of the house, broken only by the rustling of leaves outside the windows.

Slowly she looked around the foyer, closely inspecting it for anything amiss. Her blood ran cold when her eyes fell upon a small pool of blood by the door to her fathers study. Her mind worked furiously, trying to rationalise the pool of blood. It could be her father had another nosebleed: he had them sometimes, from the stress of the long hours of work. But somehow, deep down, she knew. She knew it wasn't just a nosebleed. With that thought in her mind, Clary began a slow but steady pace towards her fathers study, trying to make as little noise as possible.

When she finally got to the door, which seemed to take forever to get to, what she noticed was there was blood on the handle, and the door was open a crack. Her breath stilled in her chest. Father never leaves the door open, even just a crack. This caused her heart to start pounding in her chest as she raised her hand, as if in slow motion, to knock gently on the study door. With the first touch of her hand, the door swung inwards, revealing a scene which couldn't be real. It looked like an elaborate scene from a horror movie.

Her father lay face down on the floor, surrounded by what looked like a sea of blood. By now, Clary's vision was going fuzzy before finally turning black.

~Several hours later~

Clary woke to the sound of a voice asking her name.

Slowly, she opened her eyes to find a woman with a paramedics uniform. At first she was confused until the events of the night before came rushing back to her, and she screamed.