Hey Guys! This is my first fanfic ever and I am so excited! I'm not really sure if I should continue this story or not so please review and give me your advice. I do have quite a few ideas if I were to go on with it but I figured that if no one likes it...why bother, right? Anyway thats enough blabbering from me. Enjoy!

CPOV

I quickly lock up the restaurant, racing against the icy chill that has begun to numb my fingers. Sure, being a waitress had its perks, but staying up till midnight serving the most royal ass in the world and then having to lock up afterwards, is most definitely not one of them. I scrunch my coat even tighter around my body and run to the curb, hailing a cab. I slide into the backseat, and give the driver my address, sinking back into the squishy upholstery and closing my eyes, letting a sigh escape from my lips. So tired. The jolt of the stopping car wakes me from my light doze and I quickly pay the driver and wobble out of the cab and up to the wide doors of my apartment building.

I walk in and mentally slap myself for choosing the only building in Brooklyn with no elevators, and my apartment is on the 5th floor of 6. I lug myself to the banister and slowly walk up the steps, finally making it to my level. I unlock my door, not bothering to relock it afterwards, knowing that my friends come round early to wake me up, and, from past experience, i know not to try to lock them out. I hang my jacket up on a stand by the door and walk into my bedrooms unsuit, turning the hot water on in the shower, and starting to unbutton my work shirt.

JPOV

That damn creature is still after me, I can smell it. I round yet another deserted corner, passing alleyway after alleyway, begging my legs to run faster. Finally I see somewhere I can hide, the pain pulsing from the wound to my chest is nearly unbearable. The demon got me right across my torso, before biting down, hard, into my calf muscle, making it near impossible to run. The building is plain and dirty but I burst through the double doors none the less, smearing the glass with blood. I cuss loudly at the stairs in front of me, but upon hearing the faint growl of the demon I take the steps two at a time. I run across each landing hoping, praying even, that one of the doors will be unlocked, but nothing happens. Level after level, until after what feels like a lifetime, I stumble across an unlocked door. I barge in, careful not to leave blood on the door knob. I search frantically for the keys and find them sitting idly on a kitchen counter top.

"However I came to be indebted to a person so stupid I have n idea." I whisper, seizing the keys and locking up the door. Only once I am sure that the door is firmly locked do I move away and look around the small room. The vibrant red couch in one corner adds a splash of colour to the cream walls of the room. The kitchen is open to the living room, small, but cosy, containing a fridge, an oven and a few working benches. To the other side of the room I see a couple of doors and I'm just beginning to wonder what lies behind them when one of the doors in question opens and a short redheaded girl bursts out. But that is not what leaves me ogling. It is the fact that she is only wearing a short deep blue towel. As soon as she sees me the towel tightens around her small frame like a boa constrictor going for the kill. She stares at me for a moment, mouth open like a gaping cod, a gaping cod with flame coloured frizzy hair. Her eyes are like glistening emeralds and her skin is the porcelain of china dolls.

"I...I'm...why...what are you doing here?" she asks, her voice small and timid. "And why are you covered in blood?" she wobbles slightly, and i start forward, worried she might faint. However, as soon as I get too close, she backs up against her door, her eyes wide and startled like a doe. "Just, wait there, don't come any closer." She dashes back behind her door, slamming it shut behind her. Leaving me to stare after her, feeling strangely empty and foolish.

CPOV

I fall back against my door the moment it closes, burying my head into the folds of my towel, rubbing my eyes.

"It's just my imagination." I whisper, but when I look under the bottom of my door, I can still see the man's feet. I whip back around and stand up quickly. I run to my chest of doors and throw and dress into my baby blue pyjamas. With long pants and a tank top, tied up around the waist with a darker blue silk ribbon. I take a deep breath and push open the door, praying that he won't be standing there, but he is. His hair the same golden spun hairs, his eyes like molten amber and his body sculptured and chiselled. His shirt is ripped open, revealing the shredded flesh within and the jean on his left leg is ripped and slick with blood.

"What did this to you...?" I leave the question hanging.

"Jace" he replies huskily. I nod, as if in agreement.

"Let me see that." I say, walking towards him, at first he's hesitant, but as I get closer he stands firm. I push the fabric of his shirt back to where it should be, astounded at how badly hurt he is. "Take your shirt off" I instruct, walking to my kitchen and fetching a bowl of warm water, cloths and wound medicines. I walk back towards him and sit him on my plush cream carpet, resting on my knees and wetting a cloth. I rub it gently across his chest, smearing the blood but cleaning the dirt from the cuts. "I'm Clary, by the way. You should really go to a hospital." I declare when he winces at my touch.

"No! I'm fine." He rushes to reassure me.

"You are not fine, look at yourself." I nearly shout. I run my eyes over him again, only noticing the red blotches and wounds all along his body. He reaches a hand out to cover my own.

"Please". His eyes are so sincere I can't resist.

"Fine, but I can hardly throw you out." I scrunch my face up and look around. "You'll have to put up with the couch for tonight." He begins to object but I don't let him. "If I can't take you to the hospital, you aren't going anywhere." I walk to my door before turning around and looking back at him. "So, goodnight, Jace". I walk back into my room and collapse onto my bed, covering my face in my pillow and trying with all my might, to just go to sleep."

JPOV

Her eyes were so genuine that I can't bring myself to leave the apartment, but I can't stop the feeling that, maybe, that isn't the only thing keeping me here. NO. I won't and I can't. I lay down on the sofa, putting my hands behind my head and cursing myself for losing my stele in the fight with Abbadon. I was a right idiot, though I would never admit that to Alec or Isabelle. Going off to fight a greater demon by myself was not a smart move. And now, I'm in the care of my redheaded nurse. I sigh into the now dark room, and close my eyes, praying for sleep to finally come.

A distant knocking begins in the back of my brain. Followed closely by a pulling and pushing sensation. Eventually something cold is poured on top of me and I am forced to open my eyes. Clary is standing over me, her eyes frantic and her hair in disarray.

"Finally, you sleep like a log, literally." She whispers, half dragging me off of the couch.

"What do you want?" I ask groggily. She shushes me, ushering me away from the couch and into one of the rooms behind her other doors. That's when I realise the constant knocking at the front door and I raise my eyebrows at her.

"My friend" she whispers. Closing the door on me and hurrying away. I slump against the wall, running my fingers through my hair, listening to Clary's light footfall and the front door being unlocked. That's when another pair of footsteps joins Clary's. Except, unlike her light and quiet tred, this new pair of feet are obviously in high heeled shoes, clacking loudly in the kitchen part area, almost angry and demanding of attention. I recognise the footfall almost immediately swing round to face the door, creaking it open a crack.

My worst fears are confirmed as I run my eyes up the other figure in the room in front of me. Legs clad in skin tight black jeans that hug every curve of her body, topped with a white lace shirt and brown leather jacket and accessorised with many jangling anklets, knee high black leather boots, and a gold "bracelet" around her wrist.

It was Isabelle.

Ohhhhh cliffy...now, I know that this story is not perfect, in fact far from it. I think Clary is a little too, "Oh, you just got mauled by a out of this world demon and barged into my apartment, but thats ok, make yourself at home". it's bad, I know, but I was just too excited to get a story up. Please Please review, all comments welcomed.

xoxo ShortStuff.