Guess who's back?
Yep, that's right. I am :) With a new Clace story!
I honestly didn't think I'd be writing for this pair again for a while but after Lady Midnight and Lord of Shadows I've come back to loving them. So, I sat down and thought up a new story :)
I think if you liked Princess to be you will like this story. It's basically about Clace but something happened which broke them up. But there's a surprise which makes them have to talk to one another again...
And Clace wouldn't be Clace without some heartbreak...
So, Chasing the shadows of our Past is set after City of heavenly fire however, some events are different.
E.g.) Lets just say Sebastian might not have existed in that sense.
Also, don't get too bogged down by the books. I tried my best to make it not too confusing. It's not completely all human as in further chapters the institute is a place. However, shadowhunting is a more minor factor. I hope that's ok :)
Anyway, enough of me yapping on... start reading :)
Be sure to tell me what you think :)
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"Do you think he's coming down for breakfast today?"
"I'm really not sure".
"You're his parabati, you ought to know these things Alec" Izzy sighed. She knew deep down that she wasn't angry at Alec. She was angry at her other brother. Jace. He had been up in his room on and off since it happened.
"We both know there is absolutely no point in calling him" Alec replied glumly. Izzy boiled the kettle and violently threw in a teabag.
"But its been so long" Izzy said whilst taking a long sip of tea. Alec saw the worry in his sister's eyes. It had been long. Too long. Nobody knew what to do with him.
"You could go and talk to him?" Izzy suggested. Alec stared at her as if she was insane.
"No, no and no. Do you not recall what happened last time?"
"Oh come on Alec. I'm sure Jace didn't mean to get so upset"
"He knew exactly what he was doing. And he never apologised" Alec retorted. Visions of a glass bowl being hurtled at him flashed through Alec's mind. Yes, Jace had aimed purposely far away from his head but Alec would rather have his head intact.
"Jace never apologises" Izzy remarked. Alec threw up his hands in an exasperated way. Izzy was about to say something but Alec cut in.
"Before you make a remark at how gay that action was, don't. I am not in the mood. I'm not speaking to Jace until he starts behaving like a decent human being" Alec spoke quickly like he used to when he was little and in trouble. The thought almost put a smile to her lips but situation with Jace made Izzy frown again.
"I just can't believe after all they went through that she left" Izzy said quietly. Alec gently placed her arm on his sister's shoulder.
"Well, she better not come back for her sake. She's destroyed him" Alec soothed but his voice was laced with burning anger.
"How long has it been?" Izzy asked. Alec rubbed his eyes and looked at the floor with a look of pure dismay.
"Six years".
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"It's alright, it's alright. Mummy is here" the red-head whispered trying with no luck to calm the screaming child.
"Please don't cry" Clary begs as she scoops up her child. The sobs continued until eventually they become loud hiccups.
"Evelyn, what happened in you dream. Tell mummy so she can make it better" Clary continued whilst rubbing calming circles on the small girls back. Her bright gold eyes which were cloudy with tears were looking up at her like a distressed owl.
"There was this scary man who took me away from you" Evelyn whimpered. Clary gently pushed a ginger curl off her daughters face which had escaped her ponytail.
"Eve I promise you, I won't ever leave you" Clary said solemnly. Eve rubbed her eyes with her small hands.
"Ok" Eve says. Clary smiles and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll make you banana pancakes if you want?"
"YES" Eve practically jumped off the bed. Clary shakes her head but her eyes are full with love. She goes to the kitchen and makes the pancakes with quick efficiency. Mind you, Clary could make them in her sleep she had so much practice. She places the steaming pile of pancakes on a plate before her daughter just as there was an abrupt knock at the door.
"Coming" Clary called. She opened the door to see a small man with a large pair of black glasses peering at her. Clary clears her throat.
"Hello there. I am Mr Jones. The landlord" the man said. He looked a very reasonable man whose eyes twinkled in the early morning light.
"Oh, hi. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Well there is actually Ms Herondale- "
"Fairchild" Clary cuts in quickly. The man looks at her, his eyes puzzled.
"It says here it is Clary Herondale"
"I wrote that quickly. It's definitely not Herondale. I wasn't married but I took the name. That's all" Clary explained. The small man nodded slowly.
"Right. Anyway. The months rent is very overdue and my legal authority is sadly to ask you to leave the property" Mr Jones explained. Clary felt like she had been kicked in the gut.
"But it's only been a couple of weeks overdue" Clary stammered. Mr Jones shook his head in a sad manner.
"It's been almost three months Ms Fairchild".
"I have a child Mr Jones. I'm sorry but I can't leave the property" Clary tried to sound stern. She desperately wanted to sound like the sort of woman you didn't want to mess with. Clary did her best to look untouchable and well off but she knew exactly what she looked like. She looked exactly like who she was. A single mother who had dark bags under her dull green eyes from exhaustion of doing two jobs. Her hair was messy and her clothes were scruffy. And in the background a little girl was eating pancakes on a tiny chair because Clary simply didn't have the money to buy a new set.
"I'm sorry but you have to. I can't keep someone in my property who fails to pay the rent" Mr Jones replied firmly. Clary was getting increasingly worried that she might start crying.
"I have nowhere to go" she whispered. Mr Jone's eyes grew round with pity. This angered Clary, she didn't need his or anybody else's charity.
"I'm sure I can sort something nice for you but your child might need to go into care" the man tried to comfort her. Clary felt like slapping him. Care? she thought angrily. Like I would ever part with Evelyn.
"No thank you. We will be out of this place as soon as don't you worry" Clary said, her tone nasty. Mr Jones was about to reply but Clary grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut with such force that the tiny apartment shook. She then sunk to her knees against the doorframe and began to cry.
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"Why are we leaving" Evelyn asked her mother for the third time. Clary turned to look at her and plastered a smile on her face.
"Because we are going to have an adventure" Clary tried to make her voice sound light. She then began to pack the small amount of belongings she owned.
"An adventure" Evelyn echoed. Her voice sounded so small in the bare room. Clary didn't think she would ever get over how adorable she was. Eve was the kind of girl that you simply couldn't help fall in love with no matter how hard you tried. This of course meant saying 'no' to her was also practically impossible.
"That's right, go pack your toys" Clary instructed. Evelyn skipped off to her small room to pack her art supplies and books. Clary began packing her things such as her paintings, clothes and finally she walked over to her jewellery box. She opened it slowly and she could have sworn dust came out. With slightly shaking hands Clary reached inside the gold box and drew out a silver necklace. Memories flashed through her of a happy time. A time before everything went wrong.
"I love you".
"I love you more".
The painful memories surged through her like an electrical storm. Clary gripped the necklace tightly in her right hand and placed the jewellery box into her suitcase.
"Eve lets go" Clary called as she walked to the front door. Her daughter ran out of her room with her suitcase trailing behind her.
"Right, let's start our adventure" Clary told her child. Evelyn grinned up her with the same expression that remind Clary of someone she knew. Someone she once loved. She shook her head as if trying to get the thoughts out of her head. Clary proceeded to opening the door and letting Eve out first. Then, she placed the silver necklace on the countertop and shut the door behind her.
It was time for her to move on.
Once and for all.
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So, I really hoped you liked it! I have been planning this story for a while and I have some ideas to write about.
I'm still going to write even if no one reviews. :( I just hope that some people will enjoy my writing and maybe take a moment of your day to tell me what you thought.
I'll get to work writing the next chapter shortly. And don't worry, Clace will become a huge part of this story. This chapter was more about setting the scene :)
Maybe drop a review?
Have a nice day!
Heartshade
