Hey guys,

So this is my second story, but I deleted my first one because I didn't like it. I will write the stories and every week on Friday night I will publish a new chapter from my iPad. I don't really know how this website works so please bear with me! I do partake in various activities so I will write the stories before hand so I can make sure I can publish every week for you guys! I'm going to tell you right now that THERE IS CLACE. It won't be for the first 3-4 chapters, but secrets will be revealed and a red-headed character identity will come forward. Also THE FIRST 3-4 CHAPTERS ARE OOC FOR ONE CHARACTER AND SLIGHTLY OOC FOR JACE BUT NOT MUCH! Thanks guys, enjoy! TMI BELONGS TO CASSANDRA CLARE!

My name is Emma Grey. I live with my foster parents, Amber and Mike Clark, in New York. I absolutely hate them. Every day they come home drunk. Amber just hits my blames me for causing their marriage problems. Mike attacked me one time, I beat him so bad he never tried anything again, except hit me, but I don't care. I makes me stronger. My real parents were murdered two years ago when I was fourteen. I will never forget the memory that haunts me...

"Mama! Papa! There is something outside!" my fourteen years old self screams.

My parents come beside me and peer outside from the same window I stand before.

Some people think I look like my parents, but I know I don't. I have curly -crazy- red hair that flows down to my waist. My parents have brown short hair and instead of my emerald eyes they have a bronze shade. Basically I look like a flame of fire and they look beautiful and proper.

I hear them whispering to each other. I catch a few words "He found us", "We have to get her away", and "We need to save her". They both inclined their heads towards me and my mom spoke "Get into the closet and leave the door open so nobody thinks you are inside, don't make a noise or move. You have to promise to keep going without us, you need to carry on. Please promise us if something happens you stay strong." Both my mom and dad hugged me and pushed me into the closet behind a rack of jackets. I was so confused but I knew better than to ask about what was going on. If they wanted me to know they would have told me.

"I promise" I whimper. I don't know why I said it even when I knew they couldn't hear, I just felt like I needed to.

I hear a large bang and a man's voice. "Where is she?" My mother then speaks and says "Do you like we would be so naive to hide the girl in such an obvious place? Pathetic. You will never find her Valentine Morgenstern." It seemed like maybe she said Valentine Morgenstern a little louder than the rest. Maybe to get me to hear correctly? No I knew nothing of this man probably just my ears.

The man cackles and it's an ear-piercing noise that still haunts my sleep. "We will find her Sarah."

Through the small gap in between the clothing I see the direction of the mans body point towards my father. Unfortunately I can only see his waist below. "Mark, Sarah, I'm very sorry I have to do this." The two men that stood behind Valentine -that I didn't even notice- came out behind him. Each of them pull a glass looking sword and cleanly slit my parents throat.

I just watch I horror as my parents limp bodies simultaneously fall to the of blood fall on the floor in front of me and I slump in grief and sorrow. The only people I've ever know died before me.

"Search the damned house. I know she's here." Demands Valentine. The three men walk in different directions and begin searching the house.

My mother looks at me from where she lies in a pool of blood. 'Run' she mouths, and I do.

I hadn't realized I'd been crying. I hated feeling so weak, so vulnerable. I wipe my tears away and stuck my stupid red hair behind my ear. I've learned over the years to push back the memories of the horrible night my parents died. Still I couldn't help but wonder who Valentine was, who was he looking for, and who the two men who killed my parents were. However I vowed the day I was put into foster care I would find him, and kill him.

A loud rapping sound came from my door. "Emily Adele Gray,"-my real name-"hurry up and get your shit together. You have Karate."

Karate. The one thing that brings joy to my world. For some reason I'm actually half decent at it. The power in each of my kicks and the precision of my technique almost gives the impression I've been training since I was born. I started because my parents had insisted and it's like my other half. I also play piano, but I stopped when my parents were murdered. I don't trust people anymore and have a tough time adjusting to anything new, but I manage, because I promised I would.

I throw on a white t-shirt, my gi (it's the traditional training attire), my black-belt, my converse, and walk out of the hell-house.

I call my house the hell-house because I hate Amber and Mike. They're so rude and deceiving. They pretend they are saving me when all they do is abuse me until I lie bloody on the floor. I have plently of bruises to cover and always have to wear collared shirts and long sleeves. They disgust me.

I turn the corner -I only live about 5 blocks from the dojo- and scream. Before is monstrous spider starting inteventively at me.

"Hissssssssssssss- take, capture no eat. So delicious -Hisssssss. No, Valentine said no eat. Bad,bad."

"Oh my shitting raccoon. Wh-why-you talk?" The creature begins to inch forward and despite the terrified feeling going through my body I get into a fighting stance and hold my ground. I cant help but feel this is what I was trained to do. It approaches me and I spring into action. The creature moves at a ridiculous speed, faster than imaginable. I kick the creature in the face and it stumbles back I take advantage and continue to punch and kick the 'thing' until it regains it's balance. It springs and I am not fast enough it knocks me to the pavement.

I hear a scream full of pain and realize it was me. It bites my shoulder and it's tooth gets wedged into my shoulder; blood oozes onto the pavement.

I faintly see a glass looking object cleanly swipe the creature's head off. The creature's black blood spills on my wounded shoulder and burns my skin. Again I let out a faint scream and my vision blurs.

"Holy shit! Did you see her? She almost took out the damned thing unarmed!"

"Iz, news Flash, she's almost dead and you're going on about how she almost took out the demon? Wow sensitive."

"Why do you even care about her Jace? We should ask Magnus about who the hell this girl is."

"Oh so I can't wonder about this girl, but you can dream about your pookykinz?"

"Shut up Jace, don't bother Alec ab- oh shit look! She's waking up!"

My eyelids flutter open, I look at my surroundings. Im in a room lit by the minimal sunlight escaping through the curtains. There is many single brass beds neatly lined up. It kind of looks familiar. A tall slender girl with black hair stands before me. She looks model worthy, a little intimidating if you ask me. Beside is another boy who looks just like her-her brother probably- except for his sister is looking at me like I'm a lab rat while he's thinking of one million ways to torture me. Next to him is an older looking man. He looked kind enough. Wow. The other boy looking at me with almost no expression. His face was set but I saw a flicker of concern cross his face. Unfortunately for him, because I hid my emotions I've become particularly good at reading others. He was literally an angel. His golden curly hair and the perfectness of his jaw. And the one chipped tooth that somehow makes him look more beautiful.

"So," the older man begins "we will explain your situation later but for now we must heal your shoulder. Brother Enoch, please." Curiously I peer down to my left arm where a razor sharp tooth sticks out and blood is pooled around my arm. Well, that explains the drowsiness.

A man in a black robe steps forward. He pulls the hood back and I hold my breath. This man has no eyes, his mouth is sewn shut, and I can't help but hope he will put his hood back on. His face is also decorated in scars. For some reason I recognize each scar as if they were a drawing.

"Knowledge, Language, Growth." I blurt while my eyes narrow on the markings. "Uh, sorry." I avert my eyes and look at my hands, but I see all of the people looking at me. All but the hooded-man and the golden angel look at me with their mouths dropped.

The man I guess is Brother Enoch, nods and then speaks, well more like thinks in my mind. I have many questions and many answers. However, I need to heal your shoulder miss Gray. 'I ask that all but Mr. Herondale exit the room. Mr. Herondale please restrain her from moving.'

"Please Brother Enoch, my name has been Wayland for a long time not Herondale." Wayland. Why does that sound so familiar?

I should probably be scared to death that I'm in a place I don't know with complete strangers and some crazy sewn-mouthed man. But all I feel is comfort and familiarity.

Golden boy comes over to my side and looks at my apologetically "It's going to hurt like shit. But don't worry I'll protect you." He smirks and I swear that he could get any girl well ,but me, a little too cocky for my taste. Golden boy walks over to my side and holds me down. Brother Enoch then swiftly walks-more like glides- towards me with massive tweezers at hand. There is no emotion in his eyes, but somehow I find it comfortable, someone like me in the world. He inserts the tweezer thing in my shoulder and pulls the tooth out. The pain is instant and I begin shaking and sweating.

I scream and try to squirm, but golden boy restrains me. Not a moment too soon Brother Enoch finishes taking the tooth out and is now drawing something on my arm with the knife/wand/glass/glowing thing. I gasp in surprise and horror. Enoch gives me a vial.

'Drink it, it's like a pain killer in the mundane world. I wouldn't harm you Miss. Gray, unless mandatory.'

"It better not have roofie in it. Not really in the mood." At this Jace laughs. It's so melodious I can't help but wonder if he's seeing anyone.

"I've been know to make girls high, but only with my stunningly attractive looks. I'm Jace Wayland by the way." He smirks. "Just thought I'd let you know."

I smile at the thought that there might be many more people in the world as nice as my parents are-were. I slowly begin to shut my eyes and sleep takes control of my body.

Thanks for reading guys!