New story! I just read the series and immediately fell in love. So now I'm all inspired to write about Jace and Clary loveliness! I hope you enjoy this first chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters mentioned in this. All rights belong to Cassandra Clare.
"Siimooon," Clary whined into the phone that was propped between her shoulder and cheek, "Please? Just for an hour."
"But your mom will kill me if she found out that I let you go to a club," Simon answered.
"Well things have been tense with my mom lately anyway," she mumbled irritably. "Please, I just need to be care free for a little while."
Clary's eyebrows creased upward in the middle while her lower lip jutted out, praying that the puppy-dog look would work through the phone. Simon's defeated sigh on the other side declared her victory.
"Fine, but only for an hour."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She made a kissing sound into the phone as if she were kissing Simon's cheek that rested on the phone.
"So I'll see you soon."
Rushing her goodbye, she stuffed the phone into the back pocket of her jeans and slid into her room. She stripped off the oversized sweater she was wearing and pulled on a short sleeved shirt instead. Silently, she hummed to herself a nameless tune and headed for the front door to the apartment.
"Clary, where are you going?"
Her mother's voice called out from the kitchen just as she was reaching for her jacket. She must have just gotten home, she thought. Clary slightly hesitated which gave enough time for Jocelyn to step around the corner, her arms crossed loosely across her chest.
Clary turned her back to her mother, grabbing her messenger back and slinging it over her shoulder. "I'm just going to Java Jones."
"Well don't stay out too late. It's been getting dark earlier and you know I don't like you out at night." Her mother's voice sounded calm, but Clary knew the anxious underlying tone immediately.
"I know," was all Clary muttered while rolling her green eyes. "But I'll probably just crash at Simon's. We have some homework to do, so don't wait up for me."
Before her mom could say another word, Clary opened the door and walked down the stairs, shooting a careless smile over her shoulder.
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The New York air smelled as dirty as usual but Clary never noticed anymore. She pushed through the crowd of people as she made her way to the subway. Tuning out the rest of the world with the hum of the nameless tune in her ear once again. This song, whatever it was, was going to haunt her until she could get back to her guitar and write it out. Inwardly, she cursed herself for not doing so before she left. Nevertheless she continued to hum, the rest of the people and world fading into the background of her mind.
A sharp scream pierced through to the world she escaped to in her head. She whipped her head up in an instant, her fiery red curls bouncing as they settled around her shoulders. Clary ran forward to the next alleyway, searching for the source of the scream. Pushing her back against the building and peeking into the already dark alley Clary could just make out a huddle of people. There were three people, maybe four, but one was lying on the cold concrete. As one leaned down and across the fallen person, Clary was able to see that there were only three people.
They talked freely, as if they were confident nobody was around to listen, or they didn't care if anybody else heard. Either way, Clary inched a little closer to the group, trying to figure out what was going on.
"It's just a small gash, Is, I'll draw an iratze." The one leaning over the person on the ground fished in his pocket and pulled out a pen-looking utensil.
Clary watched as he moved closer to pull up the sleeve of the one on the ground, and to her bewilderment, the tip of the pen lit up bright blue. What looked like light smoke was raising from where the pen touched, it was burning the skin. Clary heard a small scream escape the gritted teeth of what she could now distinguish as a girl. Her ebony black hair splayed across the concrete behind her.
Frozen in astonishment, Clary's gaze snapped up to the other person in the alley as he moved away from the other two. She watched his movements closely as he walked further away into the alley, reappearing a few moments later with a sword in his grasp. The hood of his black jacket was draped over his head but Clary could see blonde curls that rested just below his ear peek out. He was twirling the sword around in his hand, like he was unaware that it could slice his hand open, and sauntered back into the light. Now she could see that the blade was covered almost to the hilt with blood?
Clary gasped when she realized that the blood wasn't a dark red but actually black. All three of the stranger's faces turned to her, all of them washed with surprise. They obviously weren't expecting an audience. The blonde one with the sword broke from his confusion first and stepped towards her. But Clary was already turning away and running for the comfort of civilization, praying that she would get lost in the big crowd.
...
She knew she should have ran back home, where she could lock the door and hide under her blankets but honestly, she wanted Simon. He would not believe her story, I mean who in New York carries around blood soaked swords nowadays? But she didn't care, at that moment she just wanted to get coffee, listen to some bad poetry with her best friend and pretend that what she witnessed was just a hallucination. It was a foolish plan, but it just had to work.
"Clary," Simon greeted her outside the coffee shop with his usual big grin plastered on his face.
Clary flung herself at him and caught him around his torso, gripping tightly at his jacket. She sucked in a deep breath that was purely Simon, safety. Simon let out a nervous laugh and it reverberated through his ribcage. "Are you okay?" He asked cautiously.
"You will not believe what I just saw." Clary started but was interrupted by Simon ushering her inside.
"Well Eric's about to start so you can tell me about it later, okay?"
"But I—It was—Fine."
Simon guided her to a small two-seater table and went to fetch coffee for the both of them. Clary just sat dazed throughout the rest of the poetry reading and modestly sipped at her coffee. Simon's friend and bandmate, Eric, was not the best at poetry but Simon was always there to support him.
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"Clary, are you sure you still want to go to Pandemonium?" Simon questioned.
It took a moment for Clary to answer but she eventually nodded her head. Simon sighed in obvious disappointment. "Nothing like dancing away the thought of a crazy group of murderous goth teenagers with a bunch of goth teenagers."
They continued to walk down the dimly lit street in the direction of the all-ages dance club. The familiar muffled music let them know that they were close. Clary's heart rate jumped just knowing that she was moments away from letting all this stress go. She quickened her pace and Simon had to jog to catch back up.
"This line is going to take an hour in itself," Simon moaned dramatically.
"I didn't know you were so eager to get inside," Clary smirked, "Ready to show off some killer moves?"
At that Simon snorted, "You and I both know I have one, and only one, move. It's just the sooner we get in, the sooner we get out."
"You don't have to stay, Simon. Go home."
"Are you kidding me? Even if you didn't just have a run in with some crazies, I still wouldn't leave you alone here." Simon looked away as a slight pink colored his cheeks.
Clary laughed at his embarrassment and turned her attention back to the line, trying to catch a glimpse of the front. Without noticing she was doing it, she started humming again. Simon was accustomed to the fact that Clary got lost inside of her own mind sometimes, so he just let her be.
A boy with blue hair stalked passed the line of people, making a beeline for the bouncer at the front. When he was just beside Clary and Simon, he stopped abruptly and tilted his head to the side, looking directly at Clary who was off in her own world. The boy continued to watch her with a perplexed look in his yellow eyes until Clary finally noticed his presence.
He motioned with one finger for Clary to follow him and began walking with his previous determination. Clary gripped Simon's jacket sleeve and tugged him out of the line and followed the stranger with blue hair. All the boy did was whisper to the man monitoring the line and then proceeded to walk into the club. He opened the door; the music poured out like a flood, and glanced over his shoulder to nod to Clary.
Giddy with excitement, Clary jumped after the stranger and pulled Simon along as well. Once they stepped onto the main floor of the club the blue-haired boy gave a half wave to Clary, as if to acknowledge the 'thank you' Clary was about to offer. After he strutted off into the crowd of equally wild-haired teens, Simon shot Clary a shrug and they began to fight their way to the dance floor.
Yay! One chapter down. What did you guys think? I hope you liked it, I'm very excited about this actually.
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