Prologue
"Jace, what the fuck?" I gazed at him coldly. "Clary wants to go to Idris. It's not up to you too decide if she can't go."
He gazed back at me just as coldly. "She's my younger sister! It's up to me to decide, since her mother is in the hospital still."
"Your mother, you mean, Jocelyn is your mother!"
"She's not my mother. A mother wouldn't abandon their child."
"She didn't abandon you! For God's sake, she thought you were dead!"
"She shouldn't've left me at the house! Alone! What m-"
"Your father left you at home alone too!" I felt like I was going to explode in anger. How dare he assume Jocelyn didn't want him. He had no right to assume something like that.
"I'm still here, you do realize that. Right?" Simon said, leaning against the wall. "As fun as it is listening to you two bicker like siblings, I'd really like to know what you asked me to come here, Jace."
Maybe I should start from the beginning. My name's Destiny Herondale. Well, that's the name I go by in this world.
This is my past life; when I was a Mundane
"James!" I screamed, feeling my cheeks flush, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. I wouldn't cry, not for a selfish bastard. "How could you do this to? Cheat on me with… With that bitch?"
"Babe, come on!" He pleased, almost sounding like he didn't actually mean to hurt me. Right, that's why I caught him sleeping with her. I'd been dating this man since highshool. High school, man, High School.
I could feel my heart breaking, slowly breaking inside. I wouldn't show him, though. I wouldn't let him see how much he'd hurt me.
"Don't." I said icily, "Don't call me your babe. You lost that right when you fucked another girl."
"It wasn't my fault, I swear!"
"Not your fault?" I snarled. "not your fault!? It sure looked like you were having a great time when I walked in. Do you know how disgusting that is? I sleep in that bed. We sleep in that bed." My voice cracked. "I thought you loved me."
"I do love you! It's just-"
"Just what? You love her more than me? Thanks." It was getting harder and harder to keep myself together, to keep the tears at bay. I made my way to the door, he moved to stop me. But it was too late, too late for him to change my mind. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder.
"Don't leave." His voice had suddenly taken on a cold tone. His hand felt cold on my shoulder, like he had no heart beat. Like he was dead. "Destiny. You can't leave. Not now, not ever."
"Of course I can! I can always leave. Don't threaten me, Julius!" I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, opening the door and walking out.
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you and your family." That made me stop and spin on my heels. I'd loved this bastard? Since when did he threaten people? When did he threaten my family?
"You love Rora just as much as you love me." I stated calmly. Rora was my little sister, she was about ten years old- almost 13 years younger than I was- and her real name is Aurora but everyone calls her Rora for short.
A sickening smile formed on his face, "I love you more, babe."
"Then you wouldn't want to kill my sister. I will kill you if you lay a figure on her!"
"I doubt it, you're not a killer."
"Touch my sister and you'll see how far i'm willing to go to protect her." My protective side was flaring up. I climbed into my car and sped to my parents' house. Numbly, I stared at the burning down house.
It wasn't possible, I thought, he actually did it. He wasn't joking when he said he'd kill them.
I hadn't had time to grieve, or even plan their funeral. I felt something pulling me in a couple different directions at once, I could only take so much before I felt myself losing consciousness.
A split second before the black spots stopped dancing in my vision, right before I passed out, I felt the pain subside and I found hovering, somewhat. I looked down and saw my body.
Mutilated. It was destroyed; it was hardly recognizable. If I could've cried as a ghost, I would have. As it was, a painful moan was ripped from me,the policeman jerked his head around and started where I was, fear evident on his face.
"There's a ghost around here," he stated.
"Right; let me call Ghost Busters!" Julias growled, coming into my vision. "Get rid of her body; burn it!"
A/N:
I can't describe how exciting this actually is. Writing a story… Just writing with my own ideas in a world already created. I recently finished City of Glass- yes, I know. Why would I wait to read such terrific books? I don't know! I'm sorry that I didn't read it until my friend told me to read City of Bones, that I'd actually like it! And, man, did I! :D
I hope you enjoy this story, I have it planned out.. well more than my other stories i've written and posted on this account! :D…
Anyways, what'd you think about this prologue? :D
Oh, and I guess I have to say "I don't own this, Cassandra Clare does." But this is a fanfiction site… So do I really have to do a Copy-right thing?