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There is several songs blended into this Fic. I do not own the songs. I just love them & listen to them everyday. (:

If there is one thing I love about being with Simon. It's him letting me pick the music.

"My face that haunts you. It pushes you back to. A corner in your bedroom. Well, baby, just don't be scared. When I touch you there. Don't act like you don't care." The stereo sang to me. One of my favorite songs. Shake it by Rediscover. Nothing like Metro Stations shake it. I sang along quietly taking in the familiar surroundings.

Right now we were in Simon's friends van on our way to Luke's house to meet up with Isabelle, Alec, Luke and Jace.

I don't really see the point in this 'gathering'. We already know what and who Valentine wants and why. I already know they'll spark up a 'conversation' about my lack of training.

I protested and argued with Luke and Simon about this today. I didn't want to face Jace, it made my heart hurt. I didn't let them know that though.

"What's wrong Clary? Something is going in your head." Simon said in a hopeful voice.

"You already know what's wrong Simon. I don't want to do this! You know that, I know that, Luke knows that. But still we persist." I seethed anger and poison into my words. I refused to look at him.

I took my time getting out of the van when we got to Luke's house. I hated procrastination, but this. Oh, this I could procrastinate. Simon was already inside by the time I shut to vans door.

"Can't put it off forever Clary. We have to talk about this." Jace boomed. His voice startling me. I may have yelp and jumped a bit. "You really do need training. You wouldn't have been startled if you were trained."

"Shut up Jace! I'm tired." Okay. Lame excuse I know. But what am I supposed to say?

I walked up the front steps and brushed past him. Sending tingles all over my body. I suppressed a moan. Not the best way to start the night, I don't think.

I walked into the lounge room and stood in the doorway. I refused to sit down with these people who were only going to annoy me further.

"I think. You should have the basic training before you keep fighting Clarissa." Luke stated, sounding very dad-like.

Oh did you hear that? Straight of the bat. Not one word about Valentine. They really do think I'm stupid.

"I agree with Luke, Clary. I'd be happy to teach you. If you could handle it that is." Great, Isabelle. Thanks for making me sound like a child. Your tone of voice belittling me was not needed right now. I just glared, at no one in particular. I was just seething anger. I could tell.

Why are we even discussing this? I just want to go out and fight Valentine like everyone else. Okay. Now I even sounded like a child. Oh, and it just keeps getting better. I looked at Jace and pleaded my help message with my eyes. He just raised his eyebrows cocked his head to the side with a small smile playing on the edges of his lips.

"Actually I'd prefer to train Clary. I've seen her in action more then the rest of you." Finally he speaks up and then he winks at me! Winks?! What are we horny adolescents. Okay, maybe we were but not in front of everyone for crying out loud!

"Enough! I get to decide when I want to learn the 'basics' not you." Oh yes, I totally made quotation marks in the air with my fingers. "I'm so sick of hearing you all talk about me and my choices. I'm going to get a drink" I stormed off, well aware of the many eyes on my back.

I didn't get very far. Before the door-bell rang, and because I'm in such a hunky dory mood. I sand out "I'll get it! Don't strain yourselves! You'll loose track of where you were up to on the topic of me," Unbelievable "Morons." I whispered.

"I heard that! And don't think I won't tell!" Great Simon's hearing is better then I thought.

I opened the door to a younger looking man. He was tall. He was tanned. A nice tan. He was attractive, very attractive. Very deep brown eyes. Almost black. Thin lips. His hair was short not shaved though, and it was brown. He wore plain clothes. Dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt that seemed to amplify his muscles in his arms and chest.

I wonder what Jace would like in a shirt like that. Or, without a shirt at all.

"Hello, can I help you..?" I was a little concerned I felt like I was missing something. I don't know who this man is, but he gave off weird vibes.

"Valentine has a message he'd like me to deliver to a Clarissa Morgenstein." With that he pulled a dagger from the waist band of his jeans and held it to my throat. I've never seen a dagger like it before. This had me concerned. Well, more concerned then I already was.

My throat felt tight. My eyes must have looked like dinner plates. I knew I had to speak say something before the others got suspicious.

"And what is that message?" I was surprised at how strong my voice sounded when I was shaken on the inside.

He pressed the dagger harder into my neck.

"A venit timpul tău, Clarissa. Tu puteri sunt mai mari apoi mi-am imaginat vreodată. Enrique va exodul de puterile tale şi de a lua viata ta!" He spoke in Romanian. I remember Jace speaking in it occasionally. I decided to repeat the Romanian to myself in my head to repeat to Jace later or now.

The guy laughed his image wavered. I'm hoping the message was a joke or I could be in some serious trouble.

"Jace!" I decided to get some translation on what was said. I have it committed to memory. Well I hoped so.

The pressure from the knife to my neck became worse. I looked at the messenger. His eyes were so intense. I could hear the group arguing I don't think Jace heard me.

"JACE!" I screamed, he cut me. From just below my jawline to my collar bone. Straight across. I was in shock. My mouth was open, I stared into his eyes. My hand flew to my cut trying to close it off.

"You will pay." I gurgled. I shouldn't have tried to speak. It make me bleed more.

I was hit from side on something big, cold & hard. I spun underneath it, Simon. I smile. I was tired.

"LUKE!" Oh he sounded like an angel. Why did Jace sound so distressed?

I can't remember anything. What was going on?

"Clary, baby keep your eyes open for me. Clary!" Even Simon was concerned. He knocked me over.

Why?

"CLARY!" Jace screaming hurt my head.

It's okay everyone. I just want to sleep now. I'm tired. I love you...

AN: Okay. This is part 1. Please forgive me if part 2 doesn't come for a while. I was going to make this a one shot. But I'm not sure anymore.
Please review, this is my first time writing anything, & I haven't even started on the smut. I could really use your advise on how I did.
Even if you're going to be mean & blunt & rude. I don't mind.

Thanks!

NOTE: I'm not the worlds greatest speller. So if you notice mistakes. Let me know!

I don't know if they'll be a part 2. But tell me if you wish for me to continue & I shall.

I'm going to right a few one shots. But I'll continue this even if I don't post it. (:

My love xx