Full description (As it didn't fit into the actual description box): Clarissa Morgenstern is a Shadowhunter that dies in 1723 in a battle against a demon. Thousands of years later she wakes up in modern day America in a cave with no memory on how she got there. She meets Detective Jace Lightwood who's detective partner has just been mysteriously killed will Clary be able to find out why she has awoken from the dead right now in this age and will she be able to destroy the evil that has come back to the surface? And lastly will she be able to find her long lost friends and family as well as love? Rated T because of some violence and maybe a few future scenes.

AN: Hey guys, um this idea sort of came to me whilst I was watching a new program called Sleepy Hollow now showing on Fox and well I decided to write something kind of similar to that but it isn't the exact same as we have Shadowhunters involved in the story instead.

Prologue

18th August 1723, just outside New York, America

Clary's point of view

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of bullets being shot filled the battlefield of the echoes of the men shooting their guns.

I saw a Hellhound demon lunge at me which I quickly sidestepped and stabbed it with my seraph blade named 'Zaphkiel' after the archangel that is the chief of the thrones.

And I watched how the demon let out a weird sort of scream and then collapsed in to nothing leaving no trace that it was ever there.

I should tell you a little bit about myself as you're probably wondering why a girl is fighting in a war and why she's fighting demons not people.

My real name is Clarissa Adele Morgenstern the daughter of Valentine Morgenstern and Jocelyn Fairchild and sister of Jonathan Morgenstern. I am fifth teen and later this month will be my sixteenth birthday. I am originally from Brooklyn but my family moved to London when I was very little so I grew up in the London Institute and I apparently according to all my American friends have a very posh and British accent and when I talk apparently I stand with my arms crossed behind my back as though I'm some kind of professor (Okay blame my family for that and I suppose I do actually teach young people stuff back at home) The reason I am in this war is because the Queen of England told me that we must fight against the Americans (Okay well she told my brother and father more than me but I am disguised as a boy for now and only very few people actually know that I'm a girl and I am now going by the ) but I soon left in secret to fight with the British but I soon realised that the British side was full of demons and other monsters so I changed sides and I got accepted as a male soldier. I am now fighting against my family pretty much and well I've sort of disowned myself in my head from them because I realised that my family were helping raising demons to fight on their side. I am also what you would call a Shadowhunter.

My whole family are Shadowhunters. Shadowhunters look just like an average person, we act like an average person, and we even have the same emotions and feelings as an average person the only thing is that we don't have an average person's life or blood lines well not exactly anyway. Shadowhunters are half breeds well that's probably the easiest way to describe us, you see you may believe it or not but we are half human and half angel. It is a Shadowhunter's job to hunt down and kill demons; we dedicate our whole lives to training to hunt and kill until we are about twelve or so before we actually get to go out and hunt and kill demons using our skills that we should have picked up. Even when we can officially hunt demons we have to train at least every two maybe three days if not every day, we also have to try not to eat that much fattening stuff. We also have to follow the laws of the Clave which is pretty fair but you can suffer greatly if you disobey them and they are not particularly forgiving either, their motto pretty much says their belief which is 'Sed lec dura lex' This is Latin for 'The law is hard, but it is the law'.

There are also people which Shadowhunters call Downworlders. This group was basically made up with Vampires (Like one of my best friends Simon Lewis though he's what you would call a daylighter), Warlocks (Like another one of my friends Magnus Bane and then his friend Ragnor Fell), Werewolves (Like Lucian Greymark who is practically my stepfather) and Faeries (Who I am not really friends with any but I can name one which is Kaelie who's a bit of a slut)

Shadowhunters have special powers as do the Downworlders. Shadowhunters have weapons which are named mostly after angels but not always to use against demons and we also have runes which help us with speed and strength and other countless things which are drawn on by a stele. Vampires obviously have their fangs, and they can also have weapons as long as they aren't silver. Werewolves are similar to Vampires just with the wolf form instead of the fangs. Faeries are very tricky and good at cheating and stealing things and they can also handle a few weapons. Warlocks obviously have their own magic (Light, dark or shadow) and I guess they could handle weapons too if they needed them.

Well that's practically my life and a history lesson packed into one there.

Anyway back to the exciting part: the battle.

I stared at the empty space where the demon had just stood for a second before spinning around to see the greater demon I was meant to be hunting down and killing for the Clave.

His name is Sammael, and he is a sort of serpent like demon which can be recognised by his closeness to the demon Lilith herself and also a massive scar near where the heart would be because of the legend of the murder of him from the archangel Michael who is the commander of the armies of Heaven.

As soon as he saw me, he crept towards me snarling viciously and muttering something in demon language I guess.

I pulled out another blade and muttered a quick name which I was told to name it "Michael."

My seraph blade lit up with it's angelic light as Sammael came closer to me preparing for me to die.

He suddenly randomly yelled something in some language I didn't know and charged at me.

I blocked his blow at me and we carried on doing them same thing for a while and no matter how many times I stabbed or cut this demon he kept healing himself or the blade just bounced off.

When he charged at me again I felt slightly nervous but I brought my seraph blade down to meet his blow only to be cut at in the side I wasn't protecting with one of his poisonous spikes.

I gasped and almost staggered back but I didn't let myself do that as I felt the demon's poison flood through my veins.

Instead I gripped my seraph blade even tighter and I cut the serpent demon straight in half and then watched how the demon struggled before lying on the floor still dying.

Then all I remember after that was collapsing next to Sammael, the pain of the poison and then a voice screaming "Clary!" and then suddenly the pain melted away and I fell into a pitch black hole of nothing.

AN: Thanks for reading this and I hope you guys all liked it and if not then please mention in your review what I could do to improve it and I will hopefully be updating this story again soon.