The Fiery Girl.
Chapter one
Jace stared at this girl, the girl who had captured him since she strolled into the room her bright fiery red hair billowing in the wind as the door closed behind her. She is the most beautiful person he has seen and that's next to Isabelle Lightwood. Isabelle was tall where this girl was petite, Issie's long black hair nothing compared to the fire this girl holds. Someone bumped into Jace obscuring his view of the stunning girl and glancing around nervously for her he found her talking to Magnus.
Magnus was well, Magnus. Glitter was everywhere he went it was like he was leaving a bread crumb trail from someone to follow but the only strange thing about Magnus was he eyes; they were cat eyes. No one questioned him but Jace knew why they were like that, Magnus being a warlock. Alec sauntered up to him as Jace stared at the girl once more.
"She's trouble," Alec said.
"Trouble is my middle name," Jace replies.
"I mean it Jace," Alec warms. "She will have you hanging by a string when she is done."
"I'm fine with that," Jace says. "What's her name?"
"Clary," Issie said coming to stand beside Jace and Alec.
"Iz!" Alec exclaims.
"I don't see your problem Alec," Isabelle said. "Jace can take care of himself."
On a sudden impulse Jace marched over to this girl, Clary, all dressed up in black her dress hugging her body in all the right ways, revealing what it should and hiding what he wished it wouldn't. Jace's heart began to beat faster; he was nervous.
Clary stood with her back to his happily chatting with Magnus and behind him Jace could here Alec's and Issie's frantic whispering.
Smiling Jace whispered in Clary's ear, "You must be a Shadowhunter because you've captured me. Care for a dance?"
The girl twisted around to face Jace a look of disgust on her face while Magnus laughed. It was no secret; Jace has been around many women, they all drool over him like he's a piece of chocolate and Jace believes that he is depriving them but never before has he felt this.
"No," Clary say turning back to face the giggling Magnus.
"Why not?" Jace says. "I'm stunningly attractive."
Magnus muttered something about a Lightwood before leaving Clary in Jace's hands.
"Can't you take no for an answer?" Clary demanded.
"'No' is a word that isn't applied to me."
All around them people and creatures danced or drank, all merry when outside a war was raging on but that is how this world works; a war happens and one side wins a battle a party is thrown. Clary stared at Jace wondering who he was and something familiar about this girl tickled Jace's mind. She was small with unknown runes on her arms her fiery red hair matching that of his enemy. All of a sudden Jace realised who this girl was.
"You're Clary Fray!" Jace exclaims. "The Clary Fray?"
Clary nods blushing slightly her head held high.
"You're Valentine's daughter," Jayce continued on oblivious to Clary's discomfort. "Your mother has run of with him, fighting against the Clave. You blew up a boat!" Jace's voice had risen until it was almost above the noise of chatter and music and his brother and sister twirled to glare at him but Magnus who had Alec hanging off his waist laughed once more. Before Jace could do much more his head was forced to the side his cheek stinging.
Turning back he watched as Clary disappeared through the door.