A/N: Hi there! First off, thank you for clicking on the link to this story. I'm glad you're willing to give this fic a shot. It's my first FF so I'm a little nervous about posting it here. Please keep in mind this story is unbeta'ed and I'm not a native speaker of English. I apologize if my way of phrasing things is odd, please let me know if you come across something?

Summary: Clary has been having weird dreams and flashbacks. She starts seeing things she shouldn't be seeing, things that shouldn't exist. Two nights at a club and two chance meetings with Jace Lightwood later, her whole world is turned upside down. "She was imagining this whole thing. She had to be. For all she knew, the golden boy wasn't even real either." Slight OOC, some swearing.

Follows most of the TMI storyline, though some things are different... very different. I won't spoil what just yet, so please read ;-)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. I'm just messing with them for a bit.

Say Heaven, Say Hell

Chapter 1: Angels vs. Demons

Clary felt the thumping of the bass in her chest, the music becoming one with her body as she swayed her hips to the beat. She closed her eyes against the blinding club lights and lost herself in the raving sounds.

Her back was burning, hurting even, but nothing could keep her from enjoying this moment of freedom. She'd never felt this contented in her life before.

For a single moment, she thought of her mother and she could almost see her disappointed face on the inside of her eyelids. Actually, the image was a lot clearer than Clary wanted it to be.

She forced her eyes open again and took in the mass of bouncing bodies around her, as far as the flickering strobes would allow.

Pandemonium reeked of sweat and beer, not her favorite kind of scents, but she didn't mind; she was simply glad to be here. She didn't really understand why the gothic club appealed to her so much as she was hardly a goth. Maybe it was the fact that everybody here was different, unique... free to be themselves.

An arm wrapped around her waist and a muscular chest pushed against her back. A sharp pain shot through her body and she couldn't stop the hissing sound that escaped her. Refusing to let her night out get spoiled by a little pain, she adjusted her moves to fit the ones of the body behind her and threw her head back against the solid muscles of her dance partner.

She froze the moment she looked him in the eyes. No, not him but it. She yelped and shoved the arm away, scared of the thing that was holding her. She blinked and looked at the creature again, no longer seeing a skull with maggot filled eye sockets but noticing a handsome guy a few years her senior instead.

Shit, this hallucinating thing is getting out of hand.

The stranger looked at her questioningly and Clary gave him a quick smile before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Maybe it was time for her to go home. She was getting a headache anyway, and she knew her mother would have questions if she stayed away much longer.

The DJ started a new mix and Clary couldn't resist moving her body along the droning beat. There was a sweet melody in strings, a soothing sound that made her close her eyes again, completely forgetting her decision to head home.

She raised her arms above her head, lifting her fiery red hair and a gentle breeze cooled the skin of her neck. Her lips curled into a contended smile, her body welcoming the change in temperature.

The moment of contentment was short-lived as a heavy weight crashed into her side and she found herself stumbling and almost falling to the sticky floor. Gross.

Fortunately, she caught herself on time, grasping the arm of some unknown person beside her to steady herself. The arm yanked away with force and she looked at the owner with a glare.

The glare turned into an amazed expression the moment she laid eyes on the angel in front of her. A gentle glow surrounded the entire body of the glorious creature in front of her. He wore the same expression as she had to be having; shock and amazement wrapped into one.

Her eyes watered and she knew she had to blink but somehow found herself unable to look away. Several seconds later, she could no longer force her body to obey her and she blinked several times. In a fraction of a second, the golden aura was gone and the guy was frowning at her, probably wondering why she was staring at him like a moron.

Crap, another hallucination.

Maybe she shouldn't have done this. Or rather, she never would have if she'd known of the heaven versus hell hallucinations she'd be experiencing before she went ahead with this stupid idea. A sharp pain shot through her head and she buried her face in her hands.

"Are you okay?" A hand wrapped around her wrist gently and urged her to drop her arm.

She did so and raised her head, stunned by the sight that greeted her. The glow may be gone but the guy, probably a few years older than her, still looked as close to an angel as humanly possible. His curly locks were golden blond, golden eyes surrounded by full and long lashes and his angular face was anything but gorgeous.

She nodded her head in reply to the stranger's question, realizing that she indeed was okay. Had been from the moment he touched her. Weird.

The blonde kept looking at her with a suspicious gleam in his eyes. He looked across her body, paying special attention to her arms and neck for some unknown reason, his gaze returning to her face with a questioning look.

"You can see me." He stated, confusing Clary even more.

Like any female could not notice his hot appearance.

He smirked at her, his entire attitude shifting from distant to arrogant. "Why thank you, darling."

Apparently her verbal filter was suffering from her stupid plan, too. Clary's cheeks burned instantly and she didn't think she'd ever felt so embarrassed in front of a guy before. She looked down, hiding behind the curtain of red hair that fell in front of her face.

A hand rough with callus lifted her chin and the golden eyed guy was suddenly closer to her, a whole lot closer. It was making her feel nervous and... excited. What was wrong with her?

He looked deep into her eyes and she found herself unable to look away, no matter how weird it made her feel. "You are not so bad yourself."

If she thought she couldn't turn a deeper shade of red, she was proven wrong by her traitorous body. She casted her eyes down and felt him move around her, away from her.

A breath she didn't know she'd been holding fell from her lips and she allowed herself to take in the world around her again. Somehow, she'd forgotten all about the club and people dancing around her.

Home. I need to go home.

A/N: I promise future chapters will be longer. Leave me a review, please? Constructive criticism is welcome.