Hey my fellow TMI fans! This is a fan fiction, set as if City of Heavenly Fire, City of Lost Souls, and City of Fallen Angels never happened. (So basically picking off around the end of City of Glass,) This is an idea that I've had in my head, so I just thought you guys may enjoy it. It is my continuation of the story. Their ages range from 18-20. Enjoy and leave comments if you wish!
Daughter
The girl ran as fast as her legs could possibly carry her, the wind scratching at her lungs as she gasped for air. The growling behind her grew louder as she tired, panic and hysteria clutching her heart and twisting it like a knife. Her long brown hair whipped through her eyes as she whisked her way through tree branches, the leaves leaving spider webs of thin cuts along her legs.
The woods were cold that night, water soaking through her thin socks as she trampled through the freshly rained-through grass, the roots of the trees cutting holes in the thin fabric. Her heart races as quickly as her feet hurried along the slippery ground, the blood thudding through her ears. It pulsed through her veins like thunder, fueling her to run faster and farther.
Her life consisted mostly of this; running, hiding, begging for food and then running again. She had scars in places she'd not even known she'd had skin, lost more blood than she could produce in her frail body. Her eyes burned from the lack of sleep she suffered from, her cracked lips too dry to scream for help. Her body was running on the pure instinct of survival, her mind not even conscious of where her footsteps would take her.
Before she knew it she was aware that she was falling, her legs moving but no ground left for her to run on. She tried to scream but the sound was silenced as her head cracked against the ground, blackness sweeping through her mind as she fought to stay awake. Emptiness filled her as tears began to fall, only the wild pulsing of her blood drowning out the fear that swelled within her heart.
The small red-headed girl smiled as she stepped back from her painting, for once content with its outcome. She'd worked on it for days, her pale freckled hands smeared with red and orange paint, like dual sunsets over a white- sanded desert. This red liquid was much more welcomed than the blood that had long since been washed away; merely a painful memory that she eagerly tried to forget. It had been a long time since her father, Valentine, had terrorized the city of Alicante, disrupting Clary's already hectic life. In the span of a few days she had both met her own brother, whom she had not known existed, found out he was a psychotic lunatic like her father, accidentally kissed him, a mistake she could not stop regretting, and found out that her boyfriend/previously thought to be but proven false brother, had killed him. She herself was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she was not a sick, mentally disturbed girl who was in love with her brother, but thanks to Jonathan, or as she referred to him, Sebastian, that theory was laid to rest in a pit of eternal flame.
The wind whistled softly through her curly hair, lighting the scattered strands of blonde like little torches. Though it was beautiful, Clary found her hair unmanageable, at least while painting. She'd mastered the art of wrestling it into a bun, leaving only a few stray curls framing her small face. Sighing, she wiped her hands as best she could onto the paint covered white shirt she wore, ignoring the bits of yellow that dripped onto her gray flats. Tucking the clean brushes into the side of her jeans, she carried the dirty supplies to the small fountain in the middle of the Institute's garden, washing the pain away with the cool water.
She'd just finished putting the last paintbrush away when she heard a thumping coming from the stairs that lead back into the Institute. Alec, who normally avoided the garden, popped his head from behind the closed door. He treated it as if he was entering her room, when really, it was more his garden than hers. Clary, not wanting to scare him off, smiled brightly, beckoning him to open the door so that they could converse like two normal shadowhunters.
"What's wrong?" Clary asked, leaning back against one of the pillars covered in flowers and picking absentmindedly at the leaves. Alec, who had seemed to develop a sudden interest in his shoes, snapped his head up, a confused look dazzling in his deep blue eyes. He seemed out of place in the bright sunlight, as if the setting sun was not the right time of light for him. Alec was more of a four in the morning, first light type, a brightness that would deepen the blue in his already glimmering eyes. His black hair cast a shadow along his face, his features sharp and refined, like his beautiful sister, Isabel. He wore his training gear, as he usually did, the seemingly stiff black material hanging around his body as if it were made especially for him, which in his case, it was. Alec fiddled with his hands, the boy who was not much older than she slouching like he had eighty years of life to drag around. He picked at his short nails, the white scars along his hands illuminated in the bright light.
"I never said anything was wrong," he said, looking at Clary a bit skeptically, but knowing full well why she had assumed he brought negative news. The small girl sighed, tucking a rouge red curl behind her ear, her freckled arms crossed over her chest as she raised her eyebrows in question. Her emerald green eyes held more humor than Alec felt comfortable, with, as if he was a lumbering bear and she was a clever fox about to dart through his legs.
"It just seems that whenever you talk to me it's either because you're telling me what an idiot I am or the world is ending," she smirked, leaning her weight on the pillar as he spoke. Alec chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he noted the similarity between Clary and his adopted brother Jace. Clary was not the teasing type, she was more of the "Don't mess with me I'm from New York" kind of person, but with all the time she'd stent around her boyfriend, some of his witty remarks were beginning to rub off. Alec and Isabel had grown up with him, and they too had their moments of sarcasm, but despite knowing him for nearly a decade, the person they called Jace and the person she knew were very different.
"Actually, you're right, the world is ending. They closed down Isabel's favorite shoe store," Alec answered, relaxing as Clary laughed at his joke. They both know how much his sister valued her clothing, fashion was apparently a very big deal for females. Alec's boyfriend, Magnus, was also very fond of glittery things, and Alec was constantly dodging reasons for Magnus to dress him up in sparkly clothing, something his sister was not very helpful with avoiding.
"Actually, I was coming to ask if you wanted to go demon hunting with us," Alec blurted, filling in the silence following the end of Clary's laughter. Her face lit up like a child's, a smile spreading from ear to ear. Normally, Alec would never, ever, let Clary join them for demon hunting, but after all her hard work in training for the last few months, and he decided that she was finally ready for the challenge, however much it annoyed him. Alec didn't even really like Isabel tagging along, as demon hunting was his only time to spend with Jace, but he knew that he would have to start accepting the fact that he had to share Jace. Clary, either oblivious to his reluctance, or too overjoyed to care about it, bounded towards him, wrapping her thin arms around his waist. She looked like a child hugging a tree trunk, her face pressed into Alec's chest as she squeezed him harder than he knew humanly possible. Just as the light began to fade from his eyes, she released, him, slamming the door open and leaping down the stairs that lead back into the Institute.
"Alec thank you!" she yelled as she ran, her voice fading as she spun away from the bewildered boy. She left him alone, standing befuddled in the light of the sun that was not right for him, the beginnings of stars giggling as he stood frozen in place. With a shudder, Alec turned and followed the laughter of the singing girl, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him.