A/N... Hey :) This is my first Fan Fic! I'm hopeing to add lots of chapters to this but I've got exams at the moment so it might take a while. SORRY in advance... PLEASE review and give me any himts and tips you have :) Thanks, ENJOY! :)

Flymeaway xxx

Jace sauntered straight past the queue that had formed outside the club and walked right to the door. He nodded at the large bouncer who he knew as "Big Bill" who motioned him straight through. Just as he disappeared into the dark square that the open door appeared to be he was tapped lightly on the shoulder. He turned round to find that it was Bill who had tapped him: "I'm sorry, mate," He said apologetically, "But we've talked about this before; only five."
"Oh, c'mon Bill. Just this once? Please. It won't happen again."
"Look, Jace, you said that last time. Get rid of them, or don't come in. Your choice."
Jace stared up at Bill. Their chests were almost touching. Jace could fight him, he could win he knew he could, but if he did that he could kiss his days at Pandemonium goodbye. He turned abruptly on the spot, startling the flock of girls that accompanied him. "Maria. Frankie. Go." He said authoritatively.
"What? Why us?" A girl with long, wavy, dark, almost black, hair and a mini skirt moaned.
"Yeah, Jace. What about last night? That means nothing to you?" Another, blond girl cried.
Jace paused before replying: "It was nice and all but nothing that special really. Now go. Both of you."
They huffed and puffed and stamped their feet but left promptly as soon as Jace had turned his back on them. He had one girl on each arm and three following him. "Appreciate it, man." Bill grumbled as he passed,
"Sure." Jace replied curtly without looking at him. He, and his possy, were swallowed by the darkness and smoke as they entered Pandemonium.

Jace strutted straight to the bar that was situated in the far corner of the club. The dancers parted for him and his girls and he nodded his head in greeting to many of them as he passed. When he reached the bar he leaned heavily upon it so as it supported most of his weight and motioned with his index finger to the barman. A small glass filled with ice and a dark brown liqued was placed in front of him promptly. He downed it in one, then motioned to his five girls in turn, who stated what they wanted. He did not look at any of them. The barman hurried away to fetch the order. One of the girls snaked an arm around Jace's waist and kissed his ear, "Come and dance with me." she whispered seductively but he threw her off. He was not in the mood for any of this tonight. In truth he wasn't at all sure why he even came in the first place. He got up abruptly and stood deliberating with himself before marching determinedly towards the exit. He waved off his possy who had followed him and they scattered into the crowd to find new entertainment for the night. People moved out of his way as he walked through the club. He became furious when a man didn't see him coming. He stood with his back to Jace and didn't move out of his way. Jace could feel the anger swelling up inside him. The walls were closing in on him; he needed to get out. "MOVE!"
he shouted. The club went deadly silent and everyone turned in surprise at his uncharacteristic outburst. Most people here knew Jace as an imposing guy that was capable of flattening 15 huge men single-handed in a fight but nobody here had ever actually seen it happen. In Pandemonium, he was always grouchy and arrogant but he rarely spoke let alone shout like this! The man in front of Jace froze but did not turn around. "Move." Jace repeated, his emotions safely back under control again. The man turned slowly on the spot to face Jace. He was smaller than Jace and had short dark hair that contrasted with Jace's white/blond halo of groomed hair. He wore a confidant smirk on his face that Jace had never seen anyone wear before but himself. He was dressed all in black and had dark marks all over his exposed skin. Like tattoos but much more beautiful. Almost magical.
A hand gripped Jace's shoulder but he refused to take his eyes of the boy in front of him. "Jace, man, are you alright?" It was his good acquaintance, Travis, who he met here earlier this year. Jace was still staring down the boy whos expression was quickly morphing into one of surprise and confusion. Confusion? "Jace," Travis said, "There's nobody there."
Jace spun round to meet his friends eyes. Nobody there? But he was there. When Jace turned back, the boy had gone.

Jace was sitting on the curb just around the corner from Pandemonium with his head in his hands. He couldn't stop thinking about the boy with the markings who had refused to move for him. The one that nobody else could see. Was he going mad? Were the drugs finally getting the better of him? It couldn't have been alcohol as he'd only had a small single Scotch on the rocks. He wasn't a lightweight, that shouldn't have affected him. But it did, it must have done. He groaned. He was losing his knack and had ruined his reputation.
He sensed that someone was there before they spoke; "Are you all right?" she asked tentatively. Her voice was sweet and quiet. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before. He turned his head so he could see her. She was thin and beautiful. She had the most beautiful red hair that fell across her shoulders in gentle curls. It shone in the light from the streetlights when she moved. She too, was dressed all in black and had the same strange black marks all over her hands and neck. "So Alec was telling the truth. Fancy that, a mundane who can see us."
"I-I'm s-sorry...a mundane?" Jace asked. For once his voice wasn't steady.
"You're a mundane, silly! A human. You aren't meant to be able to see me. Or hear me, for that matter."
"What are you?"
"I'm sorry I can't tell you that." She laughed. It was a tinkling laugh that sent shivers down his spine. Her smile was perfect and he contagious. He couldn't stop himself from smiling back. Jace never smiled. "Anyway, I better go." She turned and hurried towards a taxi with an open door that was idling on the other side of the road. When she reached the middle of the deserted street she turned and said: "It's probably best if you don't tell anyone about us. If anyone asks just say you were drunk...or going mad..." She looked like she was going to say something else but was cut off by a shout from the taxi: "C'mon Clary! Hurry up!" Clary hurried into the taxi and shut the door behind her. Jace sat and watched the taxi speed away at a dangerous speed around the corner. Clary was her name. It suited her. The smile was still stuck on his face.