ok so this starts mid chapter two after luke says "tell her joselyn".
my changes:
Robert and Max went to Idris
there is no Hodge so Maryce stayed.
izzy is a bit more girly and forgiving
"Tell her, Jocelyn," Luke said firmly and left. They have been arguing over telling me something, and I'm starting to get fed up with it. I went to my room intending to grab my sketch book and pencils, but there was a knock on my door and my mother peeked her head in."Clary?" she asked.
"What do you want, mom?" I replied, completely exasperated with the whole ordeal.
"Can we talk?" she asked hesitantly.
"Listen, I'm going to Java Jones with Simon in a few. He'll be here any minute," I said as I walked out of my room and towards the front door of the apartment.
"Clary, it's important," she said in a serious tone.
"No, I have to go. We can talk later," I said coldly, pushing down my curiosity as I put on my coat.
"It's about your heritage," she said in one last attempt to get me to stay. That definitely got my attention. I know next to nothing about my father, my grandparents, or anything about my moms childhood. The only thing I know about my father is that he dies when I was young; my mom refuses to talk about him. I continued to put my jacket on, slowly, and when I was finished, I pulled my hair out of the collar and turned to face her. She looked desperate.
"I'm listening," I say cautiously. She lets out a breath of relief and her shoulders sag, an unseen weight lifted off of them.
"Let's sit down," she says and gestures towards the living area. I shake my head in defiance.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me right here," I cross my arms over my chest.
She takes a deep breath. "Clary, I haven't been telling you the truth," she says. "There's a lot about us that you don't know about." She gestured between the two of us.
"So I can tell," I say in mild annoyance. I grab my boots that are laying by the door and start to pull them on.
"We're not a part of this world," I paused while in the middle of lacing up one of the boots. Not a part of this world? What the hell? I thought.
"What do you mean I'm not 'part of this world'?" I asked. She's finally going crazy. She's lost it.
"That's what I have to talk to you about," she started. "Will you let me explain?" She seemed so serious about her statement, and the look in her eyes was honest. When I still didn't move, she continued."You need to know," she breathed. I went over to the couch and took a seat. Mom followed and sat beside me at an angle, taking one of my hands in hers.
"The world that I brought you up in is not the one you belong to. I raised you around the world of mundanes," before I could ask what a mundane was, my mom explained. Mundanes are part of the human world, mortals, humans, whichever you want to call them. You and I are part of a race called Nephilim, otherwise known as shadow hunters. Nephilim are part angel, part human. Our job is to protect the mundane world, to hunt and kill demons.
"They are real Clary, very real. Everything is true. From vampires and werewolves to faeries and warlocks. All of the stories are true. I hid this world from you to protect you. Every three years or so, I would take you to see Magnus Bane, a warlock, who would clear your memories of the shadow world," she paused to look at me.
"Shadow World?" I ask in a shaky, fearful voice.
"The world of all the myths. Everything."
"And- and you just took away all my memories?" I asked in disbelief, getting up from the couch. My voice dropped to a whisper of betrayal. "How could you do that to me?"
"I did it to protect you, Clary. Everything I do is to protect you," Jocelyn said back in a hurt tone.
"From what? What where you trying to protect me from that is worth stealing my memories?!" Now I was slightly yelling.
"Your father," were the only words my mother spoke in return.
"My father is dead. But then again, it looks like that was probably a lie, too," I say back coldly.
"No, he is very much alive. I left him when I was still pregnant with you. He was not the kind of father that I wanted you to be raised by. You have a brother too, Clary," she says, and a look of pure sorrow crosses her face, one of loss.
"A-a brother?" I asked in shock.
"His name is Johnathan. Johnathan Christopher Morgenstern. I left your father because while was pregnant with Johnathan, he spiked my food with demon blood. It made me sick, but it didn't harm me. The damage was meant for you brother. When he was born, he had eyes blacker than Hell. He absorbed the demon blood.
"I pretend not to notice and I went along with it for the first two years. As he grew older, his humanity was was fading, leaving a demon in my little boy's body. I couldn't let him do that again, and I left with you. Luke followed me here to help us build a new life," she said solemnly. The look of loss remained on her face. I sat there in complete shock, trying to absorb all of the information that she has poured out to me. I look up to meet my moms eyes, and I can tell that she has more to say. I nod, urging her to continue.
"I never wanted you to know about all of this. I wanted you to have a normal life, but you have a right to know. I can't keep taking away your memories. You're a shadow hunter Clary, you're part of a world that you can't even begin to imagine," she said with some sort of wonder in her eyes.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" I ask incredulously.
"Because it's your life, Clary. You're old enough to make your own decisions. Do you want to become a part of this world? If you do, I can arrange training for you. It will be a lot of work, and you won't be able to go back to normal school, you won't be able to go back once you choose. You can try it out, but if you don't find it to your liking, it will be almost impossible to go back to normal," she says with tears in her eyes.
"I want to train," is all I could say before there was a knock on the door. "Simon!" I yelled in realization; I almost forgot about him.
"One minute!" my mom yelled towards the door.
"Ok! I'll just stand out here with Eric!" Simon shouted back.
"Clary, do you still want to go out or do you want to stay home?" my mother asked.
"Stay," I said. I wasn't feeling great and definitely didn't want to go out after learning about all of this. My mom got up and went to answer the door for me.
"I'm sorry Simon, Clary's not feel well, she has a fever and an upset stomach," my mom says in a very convincing voice.
"Are you sure?" Simon asked, always worrying for me. I did my best to make my voice rough and raspy, but as it turns out, it was already like that with un-shed tears. "Simon, I'm sorry I can't make it. I'll call you later," I called out, happy with how my voice turned out.
"Alright, fell better!" he called and left with a good-bye.
"Bye," my mom and I said in sync.
After she closed the door, she went and grabbed the phone, dialing a number while walking back towards me.
"Maryse Lightwood speaking," said a voice on the other line.
"Hello, Maryse? This is Jocelyn. Jocelyn Fairchild," mom said, using a surname that I've never heard before.
"Jocelyn? How are you? To what do I owe the pleasure?" the woman on the other end said. Jocelyn laughed lightly.
"I'm fine thank you. I know this is sudden, but my daughter Claris-" and the other woman, Maryse cut her off. I could hear an animated voice asking questions.
"Yes, my daughter. I can explain some other time," and then more speaking by the other woman.
"I just told her about her heritage," Jocelyn continued, trying to tell the woman about my lack of knowledge without really having to tell her.
"That's why I called. She has no training and I would like for to receive proper tutoring and training. She has a lot to catch up on," mom said lightly and glanced at me nervously. I smiled and nodded, letting her know that I was alright.
"Oh, of course! We would love to have Clarissa here. Does she need a room prepared?" Maryse asked. My mother looked at me questioning me with the silent eyes. I thought about it for a minute, and decided that if I wanted to learn quicker, it would be the best to move to the so-called Institute. I told her that I would stay there. I'll have to ask her exactly what this Institute place is.
"She says she would like to stay at the Institute."
"No problem. When do you think she would want to move in?" Maryse asked professionally.
"Tomorrow?" mother said, and I was shocked that it would be so soon. What about Simon? And the rest of my art classes? I don't even know where the Institute is.
"Of course! I will have my children prepare a room to be ready by noon tomorrow," the other woman said kindly.
"Thank you so much, I know it's such short notice," Jocelyn says worriedly.
"The Institute is open to any shadow hunter, at anytime. Especially those in need," Maryse says, and I have a feeling that it is a sort of motto for them.
Jocelyn quickly said good-bye and hung up. She got up to put the house phone away, and she came back with boxes in her arms. "Ready to pack?" I nodded my head and went with my mother to pack the necessities. Clothes, toiletries, a blanket or so, my favorite pillow, my art supplies and couple of books went into various labeled boxes. Once we finished packing, it was late and I wanted nothing more than to crawl under my comforter and go to sleep. I did just that. I crawled under the blankets of my bed where my mother had fallen asleep already. Together we were sent off into a land of sleep, awaiting tomorrows plans.
Jace POV:
Maryse thought that I should go find the girl from Pandemonium last night, the girl who could see through our glamour. I wandered the streets looking for an clues. Soon, I found her rat-faced mundane friend entering a café called Java Jones. As soon as I entered, I was greeted by someones horrible poetry. I followed him with a glamour on. He had another guy with him, so I listened to their conversation once they took a seat on a couch.
"Eric, aren't you going up soon?" said the one named Simon.
"Naw, I have like two acts before me still. Did something seem off about Clary to you?" Eric asked. They must be talking about the red-headed girl from the club.
"Yeah. I don't think she's actually sick, she sounded fine when I talked on the phone with her, but then we show up and her mother is saying she has a fever," Simon said to his friend. Some part of me was glad Clary turned him down, but at the same time, I felt my self worrying for the small red-head that came stumbling in on us last night. I don't even know the girl. I shook it off and continued to eavesdrop.
"I don't know, whatever but I gotta go. I'm up next," Eric gets up.
"Knock 'em dead!" the geeky boy says with a thumbs up.
After that I decided there was nothing interesting left to be heard, so I left. When I stepped out of the café, my phone started buzzing in my pocket.
"Hello?" I said. Maryse's usually cool voice came over the phone sounding excited.
"Jace, can you come home?" she asked.
"Why? I'm still looking for the girl," I frowned. She's the one that sent me, and now she already wants me home.
"Don't question me. Just come home. I have a few chores for you to do," she snapped, her happy demeanor gone. I narrowed my eyes even though she couldn't see me.
"What kind of 'chores'?" I asked skeptically. Isabelle must have taken the phone, because I was suddenly being told to get my ass home before she shoved her heeled foot up it. I winced at the threat.
"Fine, I'll be there in a few," I said, hung up, and started my trek back to the Institute.
By the time I got back, it was around noon. I went up the elevator, only to find Izzy waiting in the foyer.
"About damn time! Come on. Mom wants to talk to us," she said a dragged me by my wrist unwillingly into the library. Alec, my parabatai was sitting on a couch next to our cat Church. I moved the cat to the floor and took his spot. He looked up at me and hissed in anger at my disturbance.
"Shoo!" I hissed back, swatting him with my hand. He huffed and left, swishing his tail lazily. Isabelle was sitting next to our mother, well my adoptive mother. Alec and Isabelle were her real children, and her and Robert Lightwood adopted me when I was young.
"Tomorrow we are getting another addition to the Institute," she started. I watched as every one groaned and rolled their eyes. Maryse's voice grew louder to stop our protests. "She will be staying here and training with each of you." So it's a she? I thought with a smirk.
"Care to elaborate about this mysterious girl?" I said, growing impatient.
"Watch your tone," she said and continued. "Her name is Clarissa Fray." Could it be Clary? Would the little red-head be moving in? The idea fascinated me, but I brushed it off. "She is 15 and believe it or not, she has never received any type of training before in her life. She will begin as a level one shadow hunter. She will start and finish her training here. I'm putting you three in charge of setting up a room for her." I could see Isabelle's excitement at another girl in the place. She was struggling to keep a grin off of her face. "She will be moving in tomorrow around noon. I want all of you to be on your best behavior, and be ready at the front door by then," she finished and dismissed us.
Isabelle dragged us all to the residential wing and brought us to an empty room next to mine and across from hers. We all stood in the room and listened to her ramble on about decorations.
"Some paint, some furniture, some throw rugs," she said and turned to us. "Know what that means?" she asked with a mischievous grin so big it could only be painful.
"Shopping," Alec and I complained together. Shopping with Isabelle Lightwood has to be one of the worst things ever.
"Shopping!" Izzy squealed. She grabbed our hands once again and gave us orders to go get coats. We left the Institute and took the subway to Brooklyn in search of a store called Ikea. The rooms all had plain, cheap furniture, a closet, and a bathroom, but since she was staying for a long time, Isabelle and Maryse wanted her to feel at home. Whatever she had planned on doing there, it was obviously a woman's job. She grabbed one of the abnormally huge shopping carts and moved on into the store with us following.
We wandered over to the bedding section and she pulled out a pen and paper to write the code numbers for each item she found. She tended to stick to girly things with lots of pinks, purples, whites, and some blacks. I don't know why, but none of the stuff she pulled seemed like Clary if it was even her. I started to look around when I found a pen and paper be shoved into my hands by Isabelle.
"If you're going to look around, you might as well make yourself useful and write down the codes," she said and pranced off to write down more items.
I thought back to the club, trying to remember what she was wearing. I think she wore cuffed jeans, a graphic tee with a flannel shirt unbuttoned over it. She also had on boots and a blue fake leather-looking jacket thrown on top. She looked like the type of girl to settle for things that where calm, not all frilly and girly like the things that Isabelle was picking out. I found a cool round chair that hangs from the ceiling and wrote down the code. Next, I found a bed set that was on sale. It was a dark wooden queen-sized bed with a mathcing dresser and who nightstands.
I found Isabelle looking at desks that seemed to be an okay choice for Clary. I nodded and told Isabelle to get it. We soon wandered off to the storage room where you could hand in your codes so that they could prep the materials. After arguing with Izzy about what to get, we ended making a compromise. We got my hanging chair and bed set with her desk and matching chair. We thought we were done until she found and a pale tan-pink fuzzy rug. She put that in the cart along with some plain white sheets.
We went over to the warlock that was working the cash register. He was glamored so all of the shopping mundanes only saw him as a normal person. When it was our turn to check out, we all showed our runes and to fake the cameras watching us, we handed him a fake credit card, which he also pretend to scan. The warlock led us to the back again, and we went into the empty storage room where all of our furniture waited.
The warlock opened a portal for us and waited as we lugged every item through it and inside the Institute. We thanked and paid him for his service, and went back through the portal one last time. We ate dinner, take-out as usual, with Maryse and went to set up the room after we finished.
Alec went to grab the tool kit we kept laying around for random uses such as these, and we quickly assembled the bed, desk, dresser, and shelves. Isabelle sat off to the side and told us where to put things while we did all the hard labor. Once we had the bed set up, she put on the sheets and comforter while we hung up the swinging chair. Soon enough, we had all of the furniture assembled and cleaned up the empty boxes and wrappers. Isabelle laid the fuzzy rug onto the old, dark wooden floor, and we stepped back to admire the handiwork.
Thanks to Isabelle, all of the colors matched and it looked pretty good. Before we had even started anything, Isabelle had painted the walls a metallic gold-looking color. More than once had we all bumped into the still wet walls; Isabelle would yell at us before taking the paint roller and touching it up again. We opened the windows and left all of the furniture a couple of inches from the wall so that the paint could dry fully by tomorrow.
"It looks great, Iz," Alec commented as we left the room. She smiled proudly.
"Of course it looks good! I designed it!" she laughed and I playfully shoved her for not thanking us for all of the work we did. Everyone was exhausted, so we each went to our rooms. I don't know about Isabelle or Alec, but I stayed in my paint and saw dust covered clothes, too tired to change. I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
All to soon, the sun was up and we had to get ready. I quickly took a shower, brush my teeth, and ran my hand through my hair a couple of times, letting it dry into my normal 'messy' look. I quickly changed into dark-wash jeans and a black, tight fitting T-shirt.I went downstairs to grab something to eat, and I found Izzy animatedly talking to Alec, who seemed groggy from lack of sleep.
"I'm sooo excited! I hope she likes her room!" Isabelle says and fidgets in her seat.
"She sure as hell better like it, or at least appreciate it after all the work we put into it," Alec says as he slowly eats a granola bar. We chat for a while, eating and laughing together.
I look up at the clock hanging above the entryway to the kitchen. 11:30 already? The new girl would be here soon, and my stomach knew it. What the hell? Since when do I get butterflies? Men do not get butterflies, I thought to myself. I don't even know the girl, and she's making me nervous.
Maryse called to us from the foyer, and we all jumped up to meet her. Maryse stood by the elevator wearing was wearing a pants-suit, black heels and had her hair pulled back in a severely tight bun. She nodded to us silently in greeting, and we piled into the elevator, pressing the down button as we went. The car moved extremely slow, sliding downwards, and my heart seemed to pound in my chest in excitement and apprehension.
We walked through the old chapel, Maryse in the front, and went outside into the gray New York weather. We stood for only a few minutes before an old truck rounded the corner and slowed to a stop at the curb. We all watched anxiously and it lurched to a stop and the doors on both sides on the truck opened. Out of the passenger door came a woman of about Maryse's age with curly red hair placed in a loose bun, the opposite of Maryse's. A man with dark hair peppered with gray came around the truck and grabbed a box from the truck bed.
Finally, a small girl with the same red hair as the older woman came into our view. She could be no taller than five foot, and I could see that it was the same girl from Pandemonium; that would explain why she could see us, but had no clue who, or what, we were. Clarissa Fray was an unmarked shadow hunter. I never thought that our worlds would collide again.