Just a quick warning, this fanfic is swaps between the perspective of both Clary and Jace. Sorry if this bugs anyone.
CLARY
I blinked. It couldn't have been… maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe I was just tired. It had been a long week; with all my end of year tests and the organising of my parents wedding anniversary celebration. Or maybe I was going crazy. I didn't think seeing giant monsters roaming the streets of Brooklyn was something you saw when you were tired. Either way, it was something that would have to wait. For now, I had to get home and make dinner.
When I got home and walked through the door my nose was filled with a foul smell. "JONATHAN! Have you tried to make dinner again?" I shouted into the kitchen. I walked in and saw my older brother standing over the stove and dropped my bag, avoiding the collection of paintings and canvases littering the floor.
Jonathan started trying to explain, "Clary don't say anything. I have everything under control, see," he paused as he tilted the pan in my direction and showed me a very burnt looking pasta sauce. I stepped around the counter and saw stuff on the floor that no longer looked like food.
"If this is all so under control, tell me dearest brother, how's it taste?" I grabbed a spoon and scooped up some of the burnt sauce and offered it to him. He grabbed the spoon confidently then faltered as it came too close to his nose. He put the contents of the spoon into the pot then emptied it into the bin, the whole time holding one of his hands up to silence me. "You're as bad as Isabelle, she's been in my cooking class for three years and still she hasn't been able to produce a decent meal," I said as I started cleaning up, "We can order pizza tonight."
I ordered the pizza, demanded John pay for the pizza, and then, after John stopped flirting with Kaelie the pizza delivery girl, tried to make it look like we tried to make the kitchen look like a bomb hadn't gone off in it. When Mum and Dad finally got home however John had already started eating the pizza. I had got myself a slice too, but hadn't started because I had gotten distracted drawing Johnathan sitting happily eating. "Hey Clary, Johnathan, it's time to celebrate!" our Dad said excitedly, "Your fabulous mother here sold another painting today!"
Mum shook her head modestly and said dismissively, "Stop it Val, its nothing to celebrate over," kissing him on the cheek. That was my parents, Jocelyn and Valentine Morgen, hopelessly in love and mostly embarrassing in front of friends.
JACE
A demon walked by me completely unaware that it was being followed. I went to continue following it but stopped. The short red haired girl was standing across the road looking at the demon and, for a moment, a look of shock crossed her face. But this was short lived, as she blinked a few times then continued walking. She couldn't know, she couldn't start remembering, the enchantment was supposed to last longer. I continued following the demon.
Hi everyone! I'm super grateful towards anyone who has bothered to read this and I would love it if you could comment on anything you think I could change. This is my first fanfiction so any pointers you have would be great. My next chapter will be coming soon. Thankyou.
