I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M WRITING THIS BUT I WATCHED THE FILM AND THEN YH... them feels... 3 I don't own any characters and all that :3
Quote from this chapter: "She saw him as a shadow of darkness"
Expectation
Clary stood in the middle of New York, turning slowly in a circle, a small smile on her face as the bright lights of the city shone back at her. Simon had told her he would meet her at this exact point, and so she waited. She stood there in dark jeans with a lighter blue top on, a brown material jacket over top. Ok, it didn't really keep her warm, but it was her favourite. She glanced down to her hand and tried to remove some of the pen she had on there from boredom earlier on.
The minutes went on, and after half an hour of waiting, her smile dropped. Simon had never stood her up before, as a best friend he was there for her. Always. She sighed and ran a hand through her red hair which highlighted her green eyes. She would just go back home to her Mum, she would be happy at least then.
Over the past few days Clary had definitely felt smothered by her Mum, almost too much so. A nervousness seemed to surround Jocelyn, one that wasn't there usually. One that bothered Clary but, she chose not to show it. Come on, what teenage girl would worry about an over protective mother?
Clary shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans and began to walk home, glancing down to her feet, they knew exactly how to get her home, as if it were on the back of her hand- or foot.
The voices of the citizens of New York got quieter as she walked into her neighbourhood, the bright lights of the city dimming, replaced by plain old street lamps: one that always seemed to flicker, half way down the road.
Clary paused, a small frown forming on her face, something was wrong. Something was almost too perfect. Her eyes averted to the side to where her home was, for a moment she was distracted. She turned though looked forward once more: and gasped.
In front of her stood a man, a man with dark hair wearing a long leather black coat, a small deep smirk that seemed to dominate his features glared back at her.
For a moment, Clary couldn't move.
She just stared at this man, who at first made no move towards her. A normal initially thought would be to run, to think of him as a robber or a rapist or something extreme like that. But Clary didn't, she saw him as a shadow of darkness. It was clear he wasn't portraying the aura of a rapist, or a robber or anything along those lines, but there was something wrong about his morals. Something she couldn't quite place her finger on. When she didn't speak, he did:
"Clarissa..." He said, his words a whisper, and in the silence of the air, rang as a clear as anything "It's good to see you..."
"How do you know my name?" Clary snapped sharply, she certainly didn't take well to people knowing things about her, especially not dark strangers like him. "And it's Clary..." She confirmed. She knew at this point it was definitely time to leave, to run into the house and up the stairs, and yet, she didn't feel afraid.
"You have no idea who I am... do you...?" He replied to her, not exactly answering her question. "You've been kept from me..." his voice held this control and almost anger that was deep within his eyes.
"Who...are...you..." Clary demanded, stronger this time. But, the strength in her voice lessened when her eyes focused in on the man in front of her. More importantly, the space at the top of his chest. She focused on the black mark on him, a sort of pattern, it looked like a tattoo. But she knew it was more than that "And what...is that..." She commented. She glanced down to her own hand. On it was an image very similar, but it had been drawn in pen, done while she was having coffee earlier that day.
The man too glanced down to her hand and he laughed slightly, half humor, half surprise. "Oh you'll remember soon enough... and then I can fill in the details..."
Clary knew that this was getting too weird. Her eyes flickered to her house and she went to take a step to it.
Within moments, the man's hand gripped tightly into Clary's wrist "I... " he paused "wouldn't do that if I were you. Your mother does not need to know that I've returned yet".
Clary took a deep breath as she could feel this man's hands firmly on her wrist, physically trapping her in her footsteps. Her mind was spinning with so many questions she wanted answers to, but somehow, her mind told her that he wasn't the man to give them.
"At least tell me who you are..." Clary spoke bravely.
"For now...?" he replied to her, this dark smirk on his face growing. Almost as if it were a game and he was carefully placing his piece on the board. "For now call me Valentine, the rest will come in time".
Sooooooo... Yep. I know its short but I'm going to leave it there for now and just see how things go :) Please review any comments or suggestions!