CAT-A-IFY: Chapter 1


Clary's POV:

Life is great. Just freakin' great. Pretty darn dandy, one might say.

I mean, for me, there has been a few bumps here and there.

Nothing too serious when you find out there's a whole another world living next door to your own "mundane" life where they're angels without wings called Shadowhunters stabbing the daylights out of demons and said angels without wings included your artistic mother.

It's nothing too serious—really! Especially when you later on find out you accidently pulled your best friend into this little adventure and he becomes a blood-sucking vampire and also did I forget to mention the werewolf not-yet-stepdad-but-totally-acts-like-stepdad-family-friend? Yeah, just a few sprinkle of that nonsense, too.

Oooh, and then you fall in love with this amazingly hot amazing guy who you thought was your brother because your insanely insane long-lost father told you so but then you find out that amazingly hot amazing guy isn't your brother so you continue to kiss even though you know its still awkward as hell. And to top it all off your real brother, who you didn't even know existed, is a blood thirsty half-demon that wishes for you to be his lover.

LIFE'S PRETTY DARN DANDY, I might say so myself. PRETTY DARN DANDY.

Thought I was done? But wait! Then it gets even better when you somehow upset a warlock during a solo mission and said warlock turned you into a furry beast of claws—a cat with your beautifully red shade of ginger as it's main coat and bright green eyes to match.

And as if on cue, your crazy white-haired brother burst in out of the fuck-nowhere, freakin' sword the warlock right in the neck and then proceed to walk pass you to a shelf of potions.

After what seems like hours, he seems to have enough of what he wanted and was on his way to the exit door. But, of course, life's dandy so you bump into a heavy stash of textbooks on a table, which had to fall off the table—thus creating a noise loud enough for your said crazy white-haired brother to turn and stare at you in your cat form.

You wonder if you give him a dope face, he wouldn't realize it was you. Hoping to be seen as a pesky animal with no respect for glass containers, you merely shove a bottle off the table.

But then did, what was that? Oh yeah, life's pretty darn dandy and it's freakin' great when your brother start to walk your way with a not-so-friendly look in his black eyes.

"You seem to change quite a bit since the last time I saw you, Clarissa." His brain's knowledge took letters and form them into the sting of words with meaning.

God freakin' dammit, you mumble but keep a straight posture—wrinkling your whiskers in dismay.