Summary: Clary Graymark daughter of the current werewolf pack leader, Lucian. Found herself being a hostage in which Valentine tries to get a hold of her mother. Mortal Clary/Vampire Jace
A/N: Okay here is another try of TMI fandom, while my other story 'The Matching' is a success. This story will be a vampire/mortal romance story (this is not and will not be Twilight like). All of the characters that we love in the series are in here. :) I do not and will not own TMI.
I just own the plot.
Please read and review ^^
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The Vampire Princess
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The arrow flew from her finger tips in a straight line hitting her target with a loud pang. Clary Graymark relaxed her hand with a heavy sigh. The sun over head beaming down over her, telling her it was late afternoon. The arrow had made a dent in the tree. A dead center. Her adopted father would have been proud for yet another success of her training in the art of a bow, aka Archery. She placed another arrow in her bow and took aim once more. Her breathing became lax and her aim stayed steady within a moment she let go of her second arrow, hitting the outer ring of the center.
"Clary, I'm jealous." Her best friend Maia commented on her superb archery skills. She stood next to Clary, practicing. She placed the arrow within her bow. Her arm tremble a bit before letting go. Maia's arrow missed the tree, gliding down on the grass in front of them instead. She let out a sigh.
Clary grinned at her best friend, before reaching another arrow from her back.
"Don't worry, Maia. People has other talents." She let go of her arrow and once more hitting her mark.
Maia snorted. "Why don't you try a moving target this time, Graymark."
It had been a few years since the peace between the vampires and werewolves had held steady. Around twenty years ago, both the werewolves and vampires signed a peace treaty against one another. Sadly, the mortals were fair game and many times vampires stray from their kingdom attacking random mundane villages for prisoners, slaves and blood cows.
Clarissa Graymark was the daughter of the current werewolf clan leader, Lucian Graymark. He was a kind and warm leader, never sway to violence, but often lecture to everyone in the clan about the dangers of vampires, and how horrible they could be.
Clarissa let go of another arrow. The arrow hit its mark for the millionth time this day, and Maia wondered why her friend kept on practicing something she clearly already mastered. She should be working on her sword's play then, that was one of her best friend weakness. Blades.
The clouds darkened and Clary lowered her bow.
There were howls all around them following by the call of a horn warning everyone in the camp that danger awaits.
Clary ears twitched, she heard branches break around them rapidity, as about a dozen vampires came out into the sun, all wearing long cloaks hiding their skin and faces, but she knew that they were here.
Maia frozen, holding her bow trembling in fear.
Facing the dozen vampires; "What have brought you here, blood-suckers?" Clary snarled at them and a few of them hisses at her. Maia hide behind her.
One vampire came forward, and he was chucking,
"You mutts have something of mine, girl." His fangs glimmered in the sunrays and she wondered how the cloak blocked out all sunlight.
They must be desperate into traveling to them at daylight.
"This breaches the Treaty. I suggest you turn back and run. I spare your lives."
The same vampire laughed even louder in a roar.
"Like you're strong enough to stop us." Noting Maia.
The other vampires advances toward them and Clary shrugged her shoulders.
"Alright your life" and with that she placed her arrow within her bow in an alarming speed and let go of her arrow before she done the same a moment later. The first arrow pierced into vampire's head, making him drop and her second pierced through the neck of another.
Each vampire fell right on her boot when Clary turned to her trembling friend.
"Go to the leader now and inform him what happened. I will stay here and hold them back." Clary ordered her and Maia was about to make a move to tell her otherwise before Clary disappeared into the shadows.
Maia took off running to the center of the camp.
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"Damn mutts." Jonathan snarled slitting one werewolf throat opened. The place was overcome with them and he wondered why his father had ordered them to come here and retrieve something when it was against the treaty to set foot inside this place. He moved just in time when an arrow missed his head landing against his partner arm. The vampire screeched in pain falling back.
A girl with auburn haired with bright vivid green-eyes stared at him in fiery when he killed off another of her kin. Another arrow went by him and he dodged it once more.
"Leave," The red-haired commanded.
"Not until my fangs sink into your leader's-" an arrow pierced his arm and them everyone ran after her.
"Bitch!"
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Clary never felt any fear when facing down these beasts. She was better and faster, even for a mortal. Her father could easily shifted into a wolf, but unlike any other people in the camp she was the only mortal there with no ability of transforming. When she turned eleven she made herself work hard in archery, fitness and stamina. She wasn't strong as her kin, but she could give a good fight. The vampires that she killed off so far were child's play. She pulled one string of her bow and they go tumbling down as a sack of potatoes.
The vampires were close behind her gaining in speed.
She huffed before placing two arrows onto her bow and faced them. She fired. Both of the arrows picked up with speed and pierced one vampire in his legs, making him fall to the ground with a shriek.
The last vampire was upon her now, raging at her to die.
She aimed her last arrow to his face, all she saw was his red-eyes glow in the sun trying to reach her.
She let go of the string, but there were no scream of pain that followed, instead was his arm punching her into her stomach making her gasp in pain in such close combat. How did she missed? She thought surprised, as she dropped her bow, reaching for her dagger at her belt, swinging it into the vampire's arm.
They were going at it close range for a while before Clary felt herself beginning to tire down. The vampire in front of her didn't look as weary that she felt and with a sharp upper cut, she fell.
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"You took something of mine, Lucian. Now I take something of yours." Valentine laughed, pulling Clary's hair back making her almost scream in pain. Her arms were bond. Her legs were bond and half of her clothes were ripped from the battle she endure.
"Let her go, Valentine!" Lucian howled to his once friend now enemy.
Valentine paused, glancing at Jocelyn who stood terrified beside Lucian.
He smirked.
"You know what I want."