(A/N): Jace was raised by the Lightwoods, completely and Clary by Valentine. Simon isn't a daylighter and doesn't have the mark of Cain. And Valentine is alive. AU. Sry is the characters are a little OOC. Hope u enjoy! Oh! And if it is bold and italic that means it's a quote from the series. Enjoy!

JACE'S POV:

I am at the Pandemonium club. Why am I at the Pandemonium club? Because I just broke up with my girlfriend, Aline. Why did I break up with Aline? Because she is a b**ch. Why is she a b**ch? Because she dated me 'cause I'm hot.

I know I'm hot, but please! I can be shallow too, but I don't date someone 'cause their hot. I hear the quiet chorus of Enter Sandman, Metallica, beneath the loud music of the club. I take my phone out of my pocket. Ugh! Aline.

"If she's calling to apologize, I will…" I mutter. "What?"

"Look, I need to talk to you now," she says sternly.

"Give me two reasons why I shouldn't hang up right now."

"One: demons. Two: Valentine. Happy?"

"Where?"

"The alley near the old apartment building. You know the one." I hang up and shut my phone off.

CLARY'S POV

"Father! I'm sick of killing downworlders for you! I know you hate them, so go kill them yourself!"

"Clarissa! I will not tolerate this behavior!" he grabs me and ties me to the pole in the middle of the room. "Let's see how you like seeing your special little vampire tortured and killed!"

"I'm sick of it! I love Simon! He's my boyfriend! I loved him when he was a mundie, I watched him crawl out of his grave, and I still love him as a vampire! So let him go!"

"Don't you remember what I taught you?" his voice was so calm it was scary. This meant he was about to do something lethal. "'To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed.' Your brother Jonathan was never so weak! He never grew to love someone and worst of all for you, he was never weak enough to get loved." His voice was growing into a yell, his face getting more violent. "And I have no need for a weak child." Father pulls out his most-used blade and smiles evilly. I'm still tied to the pole, the restraints holding me back. He cuts open a bag of what I'm sure is holy water and soaks Simon in it multiple times. As soon as the burns heal he gets dunked again, screaming in agony over and over again.

I use my fingers to get my stele out of my sleeve and start drawing a wobbly rune. Father yawns, as if he's bored, comes to me and cuts the ropes restraining me. He's so strong. He holds me near him with my hands behind my back like I was being arrested. He takes my wrists into one of his hands, picks up Simon with what seems like no effort at all and throws him out the door. Its daylight and Father makes me watch him turn to ashes. I gather my courage, and with the last bit of my strength and kick Father in the groin. His grip loosens slightly, so I yank my hands out and use a move he taught me. I jump and flip over his head, so I'm standing behind him. I pull my stele out of my sleeve again and finish the half-done rune.

The portal opens and I go through saying the first place I can think of. Oh great. An alley. I'm dead. I think as Father emerges through the portal. "I'm done with you!" I scream.

"Oh no you're not!" He yells back and pounces. I hit my head on the pavement. Hard. My vision narrows as I fight to stay conscious. Footsteps are coming. Father must hear them too because he runs away. That's when I black out.

I wake up still in the alley. I must not have been out for too long. The only difference is instead of Father standing over me, there is a boy taking his place. He looks to be about my age, longish, golden hair. Large muscles and unusual amber-coloured eyes.

"Hi," he says with a smirk. I bolt upright bonking my head on his.

JACE'S POV

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No sweat." She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Screw not being shallow, I wanted to get to know this girl.

CLARY'S POV

Wow, this guy is hot. I think of Simon and guilt in grief overwhelms me. I hold it in, not wanting to cry in front of a guy I had only met ten seconds ago.

"What's your name?" the golden boy asks.

"Clary. What's yours?"

"Jace. Where do you live?"

"Right now? Nowhere. I jus left my father and brother in a house near Alicante in Idris." Once I realize what I've said, I slap both hands over my mouth.

"Well. That answers my question. You are definitely –"

"I'm not crazy."

"I was going to say Shadowhunter."

"Are you a Shadowhunter or…?"

"Shadowhunter," Jace says proudly. He stands up, flexing his amazing muscles. Why am I thinking that? I just met him!

"You can come live at the institute, with me and my adoptive family."

"Thank you." I say weakly. He reaches down, as if to pick me up. "I can walk." He backs off, which I'm glad for, but a little disappointed at the same time. We walk out into the streets, and with two fingers in my mouth I whistle. A cab shows up in about a minute.

"How do you do that?" Jace puts two fingers in his mouth, and makes a blowing noise. We laugh. For some weird reason he seems trustworthy. And not just because he's hot. Which I'm not denying. He is hot. We spend the most of the ride laughing at Jace's attempts to whistle with his fingers. (And me teaching him.) I feel almost normal for once in my life. Normal. I love the word.

Normal.

JACE'S POV

Her laugh is so cute. I've never thought that before. Wow. I attempt to whistle a few more times, with her giving me lessons, and placing my fingers the right way. I finally get sound out. The cab driver isn't happy with us two whistling in the back seat.

"Out!" the cab driver demands, and pulls over.

"What?" Clary asks.

"OUT!" he repeats much more loudly. We get out of the cab laughing. Jace pays the guy, and we walk the rest of the way to the institute, joking, laughing, and of course whistling with our fingers in our mouths. People stare, but we pay absolutely no attention.

"Hotel de shadowhunter refuge" I say as we arrive. She laughs. We enter.

CLARY POV

"Where have you been?" a pretty girl with long black hair, and equally dark eyes demands.

"I've been out doing shadowhunter work, where as I bet you spent the whole day at the spa." Jace asks sarcastically, while rolling his eyes. "This is Clary. She's a shadowhunter with nowhere to stay." He turns to me. "You can stay in my bed." He says with a wink and smirk.

"You wish." I reply, copying his smirk.

"We've got loads of extra rooms Clary. By the way, I'm Isabelle, Isabelle lightwood."

"Clary –" I know they won't let me stay if they know who I really am. I decide to use my mom's last name. "Fairchild. Clary Fairchild." I hope my pause to think wasn't to long.

"Alec Lightwood." Says I boy with black hair resembling Isabelle's. Although, his eyes are the farthest from Isabelle's possible. They are bright blue. He's ore cute than hot, wearing his sweatshirt and jeans, but good-looking nevertheless. "This is my boyfriend, Magnus Bane." Boyfriend? That's alright with me. I guess. Wait. Magnus Bane? Uh-oh!

A boy wearing a flowing tank-top and shiny disco pants and way too much glitter in his hair stares at me with a look of horror. I give him a pleading look in response. He may be one of the downworlders I tried to kill in the past. "Gotta go," he murmurs, and with a puff of smoke, he's gone. Everyone looks at me with questioning looks. I shrug.

"Mighta got me confused with someone else he knows." I suggest weakly. They just shrug it off.

"I'm gonna go find him." Alec says and disappears out the door.

"Let's give you a tour." Isabelle suggests, breaking the awkward silence. She and Jace show me the library, kitchen, and finally, my temporary bedroom.

"Right across from mine, so if you get lonely, just come. At any time. Preferably 11:00pm to 8:00am." Jace smirks.

"Two things. One: you get up late; I get up at 6:00am. And two: thanks for the offer, but I think Isabelle is more comforting," I reply, smirking back at him.

"My room is right down the hall." We turn in for the night.