Hello guys! Um *awkward cough*turns out the first chapter to this story is the second chapter to my other story, Starve. I checked, though, to see if it was the right chapter so it makes no sense, but whatever. Here's the right 1st chapter. Thanks, I'm really sorry. Review. Please don't get mad!

Clary's pov

I stared up at the looming figure above me, trying to find the courage to scramble away. Instead I cowered against the brick wall of an ally, shamelessly hiding. My attacker laughed mercilessly as she took one step even closer. I was going to die.

I don't even know how unlucky I was to get in this situation. One minute I was walking back from the market, the next I was thrown into an ally by a huge man. But it was my entire fault. If only I had grabbed the milk earlier like Father had told me to before doing the rest of the chores. That probably would have been best. I also wouldn't have the huge bruises. Maybe if instead of waiting until the aisle was clear of all people before grabbing the milk, I would have been home.

The man bent down and grabbed my neck, pulling my back up against the wall using my neck. I almost whimpered out in pain, but restrained myself. No showing any weakness, Father always said.

My attacker smiled at me, pulling back his hood, revealing dark black hair and pale blue eyes. And a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. I felt my eyes grow wide at was happening. I was going to get eaten by a vampire. I probably deserved it. I was such a waste of space, or air anyway. At least now someone can gain from my death.

I let myself release the wall and stretched up my neck.

"Finally realized what was going on?" a silky smooth voice behind purred. I opened my eyes to see the vampire leaning in.

"I didn't think you'd ever catch on," he muttered into my ear seductively before dropping his head and biting my neck.

At first I didn't feel pain. Just a small tear. Than the teeth prodded at the cut, leaving it more exposed and hurting. I cried out and whimpered involuntarily, but the vampire greedily continued and no one helped.

I felt my conscious start to slip away just before I could manage one last weak call for help. I almost slapped myself. This man was gaining from death, let it happen! Let myself finally be worth something. Yet for some odd reason I didn't want to die.

"Please," I shakily projected, "help." I waited a second, and then closed my eyes.

I felt my captor shake ever so slightly so slightly before he fell down; as though he couldn't carry his own weight. Through my barely open eyes I saw a halo of blond approach me, holding a bloody stick. I glanced down at my first attacker, and upon seeing the gaping bloody hole in his back, I gasped and tried to press against the wall.

The attacker took another step closer and I whimpered again, trying to make myself mold to the wall. I knew this showed weakness, but I beyond that. I was running off pure instinct. Somehow, my sill to live through the bruises and pain is strong enough to keep me wanting to live. Odd that I'm so selfish, being already a waste of space, wanting to live. I could already feel the beating from father as I explained this odd feeling.

Strange that I would feel it now, as I prepared to die.
I tensed up as I felt the guy come closer.

"Hello? I'm sorry you had to see that I won't hurt you," a voice interrupted my readiness to die. I must admit, I was startled at the apology and comforting tone, but didn't let it show and did not allow myself to hope. Everyone was evil and wanted to hurt me in some way. This man was no different.

There was no way I was trusting this guy. Or any guy. All guys want to hurt me. I pressed myself close to the wall and peeked behind my knees.

I heard golden boy sigh and crouch down next to me. If possible, I tensed even more and continued to press into that wall, the wall opening cuts and poking bruises. But the boy's gentle hands slipped underneath my knee and arms, right where my bruises were. Of course, I had bruises everywhere. I cried out in pain and thrashed in his arms slightly before his one hand found a gentle spot on my neck.

This is it I'm going to die now, I thought as a slim hand pressed into the spot. But instead of dying, I just felt calm. Relaxed. For a mila-second. Than reality had to sweep in.

I didn't have the milk and I could tell I was not going home. Father would punish me as I well deserved. How could I be so weak and let this happen? But I could not find the strength to stop the boy carrying me as if I weighed as much as a feather. I whimpered as I imagined the sharp knives and cruel whip. The boy held me closer. Confusion swept over me. Why was he being so careful not killing me here and now?

Without realizing it, I turned into the boy's shoulder and sobbed into his mud-covered shirt. Why was I screwed up? Why did I feel anything? Why did I do everything wrong? The guy paused momentarily before clutching me closer, with his nose buried in my hair.

"I don't want to die!" I sobbed, "I don't know why, but I just don't! How could such a waste of space say that! I'm so selfish!" I mummer-sobbed into him.

Why did I trust this guy? I guess if I was going to die, I might as well admit and talk a bit. His gentle hands started stroking my back comfortingly as he carried me away. I didn't even comprehend what I was doing or where I was going.

"You're not a waste of space," the golden guy whispered to me and I stifled a cry. He didn't know what a screw up I was.

As we walked down the street, I noticed a few rainbow spots start to fill my eyes. I didn't say anything as I fell back into un-consciousness.

JPOV

Dammit, I thought, someone else in trouble? How could people be so reckless? The cool midnight air kissed my skin as I walked down main street, a gallon of milk in one hand and a stake in the other. Who knew what could attack you at this time.

Another plead rose goose bumps on my arm as I tried to ignore the screeches. You can't save everyone in trouble. Almost everyone at one point is getting fooled by a fairy or used by a warlock.

The shouts became more faint until I only heard one soft, tiny desperate beg. I could hear her life slipping away from the last call.

"Help," a small pause before an even fainter word came, "Please." I couldn't stand it anymore. I dropped the milk and sprinted in the direction of the voice. A small ally appeared, and I saw a vampire hunched over a small girl with fiery red hair. The girl's face was pale, and her limbs almost falling limp.

Being the hero I am, I rushed over and stabbed the creature in the back, forgetting about the girl. When I glanced down at her, she was cowered up against the wall, her eyes filled of fear. I took a step closer, trying to appear compassionate and friendly. A small whimper of hers filled my ears. The poor girl was petrified.

"Hello? I'm sorry you had to see that. I won't hurt you," I said, trying to sound as nice and understanding as possible. I waited momentarily as she pressed herself further into the wall, the fear in her eyes still apparent.

I sighed and crouched down next to her.

I saw her tense as I slipped a gentle hand beneath her knee and on under arms. Prepared for some weight, I lifted but sound her light as a feather. Under her shirt I felt each personal rib up against my back. When was the last time she ate?

Suddenly, she started to thrash in my arms, clearly trying to get out of my arms. While trying to avoid her weak movements, I guilt fully snaked one hand up around her neck, and found the spot. The spot to make her relax. Firmly but gently, I pressed down.

Her whole body calmed down, and I could see in her eyes she was relaxed. For a second. I watched fearfully as her eyes grew wide, terrified of imaginary things. She whimpered and cringed in my arms, and I could see she wanted to leave. But for some odd reason, I felt the need to protect her, with her strong green eyes and frizzy red hair.

I clutched her closer, as thought I could protect her from the visions she was imagining.

Abruptly she turned into my shirt and started to cry, her sobs shaking her tiny, fragile I saw them. The bruises. They were everywhere. I saw the makeup stream off with the tears, revealing her purple and black face. Down her collarbone, yellow and purple splotches were revealed. I wasn't going to check, but I could bet they went down her shirt and legs.

I felt her sob again. For a second I paused, as if I were scared to do anything. But I couldn't help it to stick my nose in her hair and hold her tighter against me. Her bones dug into my skin, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

"I don't want to die!" she sobbed to me, "I don't know why, but I just don't! how could such a waste of space say that! I'm so selfish!" she cried into my shirt and I stiffened in surprise. Waste of space? I couldn't say I knew her, yet, but just by the way she acted, she looked, anyone could tell she wasn't a waste.

"You're not a waste of space," I murmured gently into her hair. I heard her stifle a cry and knew she thought I was lying.

I continued to walk down the street, carrying the crying girl in my arms. Slowly, her breathing slowed and the tears stopped. Her face developed into the one of an angel with no cares. Right before I opened the gate to the institute, I kissed the top of her sleeping head.

"Welcome to the Institute," I said with a sigh before trudging to the porch stairs.