Hello, Ok so this is my second fan fic, don't think it is as good as 'Ice Breaker'. If you haven't read it check it out. Not sure if I should continue with this, let me know review please, or follow/favourite. May give me some inspiration to continue. So it is my birthday today, so thought I would share as a present. I know this is long, but really short if broken into two chapters.
The music was blearing loudly through the club, it was my birthday, and as a special treat my best friend Isabelle had gotten us exclusive passes to the newest club in town 'Downworld' located in central London. You see Isabelle's parents were rather wealthy and gave her anything she wanted to make up for the constant absences in her life, due to their commitment to their jobs. I had been lucky enough to meet Isabelle on the first day at Carstairs College, a private institution that costs an arm and a leg. The only way I, Clary Fray had been able to attend this fine institution was through a Scholarship for fine arts, thank goodness I was blessed with this gift, otherwise there was no chance I would get near its front gates. From the first moment meeting in English Literature, with Isabelle claiming that my fashion sense was non-existent and that she felt sorry for me and would therefore help me, we became inseparable. Her family becoming my family, and my family becoming hers, though mine somewhat lacked in size.
Isabelle was part of a family six, Maryse and Robert Lightwood, her parents, Alec and Max her biological brothers, and finally Jace her adopted brother who had easily adapted to the Lightwood family when he joined them at 10 years of age. Though over the years her family had slowly moved in different directions, her parents constantly flying around Europe for work, Jace moved over to the United States when he was 16 for a musical scholarship for his piano playing ability and vocals which would eventually lead to him being signed by Universal Records, Alec and Max however remained with Izzy in the London townhouse. The Three Musketeers was my nickname for them, tight as bandits and complete trouble makers.
For me though, it was just me, my brother Jonathan, who had just started at Oxford University, my mother Jocelyn a painter, and my stepdad Luke who owned a bookstore. My real father had died in a car accident before I was born, so I never got to meet him. My family wasn't poor poor, but we didn't live an elaborate lifestyle, we were comfortable and I wouldn't change any aspect of how I lived. My art was consuming and I would spend every spare moment, drawing and painting, London providing a great inspiration for my expanding portfolio. If it wasn't for Izzy, I would not have a social life, being a hermit in my own head.
Finally I was turning 18, and therefore finally able to buy and consume alcohol, hence why Izzy had tortured me for the whole day with new clothes, make-up and hairstyling. Then dragging me out for dinner and pre-drinks. Finally ending up at the club, which I now stood in the middle of, grinding bodies, sweat soaken shirts, and the smell of mixtures of different alcohol coming from the floor, split with the accidental knock of shoulders and elbows. My favourite song of the week blasted out of the speakers "Stay The Night" by Zedd featuring my favourite lead singer Hayley Williams, I couldn't help but sway alongside Izzy and our other friend Simon Lewis. From where I danced though, Izzy and Si had gone past the friend mark, eyes locked on each other both of them unconsciously aware of their fast closing proximity.
We had been at the club for a couple of hours, the days' events finally taking its toll on me along with the mixture of alcohol I was fast approaching my expiration limit.
"Izzy" I slur yelled, only just catching her attention due to the loud thumping music.
"I think I'm ready to go home, you and Si can stay, but I'll just taxi back to yours", I think she heard and understood, because she gave me a huge grin and flailed her hand in a goodbye like gesture. I was looking forward to stepping outside of this mayhem and breathe the somewhat fresh air of London.
Pushing my way through the hordes of bodies, I finally found my escape, only to be surrounded by more people who seemed to be swarming around a group in the middle. Freedom seemed to be allusive; I managed to find myself being pushed further into the centre of the swarm, not exactly where I wanted to end up.
Some people in front of me started pushing and shoving, I stumbled back due to the force, the yelling began next, and I suddenly did not like where I was situated. I couldn't tell who it was in the centre, but every so often there would be a flash of gold hair, then fists. When I began to see the fists, I knew it was definitely time to evacuate the situation, little did I know it was a little too late. One of the men who was in front of me suddenly ducked, my brain was too slow to comprehend what was happening. The last thing I saw was a fist coming towards my left eye, then I felt the connection and force of the blow, frozen I briefly saw the owner of the punch, gold eyes and gold hair very distinguishable and only belonged to one person in the entire universe. Within a split second, unimaginable pain along with a flash of red, finally being consumed by the darkness. Sugar Ray Robinson would have been proud, it was the perfect K.O.
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The beeping was becoming intolerable; I was finally being drawn back from wherever I had been. Though the place I had been had been filled with pretty colours, unicorns, and golden angels. Where I was coming back to was filled with loud noises, beeping, and a disinfectant smell, it all seemed familiar but my brain couldn't comprehend the familiarity. A small sigh escaped my lips before I opened my eyes, or eye, why could I only see the right hand side of wherever I was and not the left, I thought. Then the final events before blacking out replayed, outside club, gold hair, swarm, duck, fist, gold hair, red, black…
Now I found myself staring at a white ceiling with a swollen shut eye, the pain wasn't as bad as I expected, but on inspection of my right side I found an IV which meant one thing, morphine, and explained the reasons for the unicorns. Over the beep I could hear yelling "she's going to file a lawsuit, you wait, what were you thinking" it was almost a high pitched wail, female obviously, "just let me talk to her first, I'm sure once she gets a look at my stunning features and award winning persona, she will swoon and forget that I accidently sucker punched her" the voice had a musical ring but was cancelled out by the cocky arrogant tone of its owner. Blinking again I turned my head to find the source of the cockiness as well as the person responsible for obviously putting me in a hospital bed with a possible concussion. "Don't move dear" a kind voice came from somewhere in the room, "the morphine is still helping with the pain and you have sustained a lovely concussion and black eye to match", an older nurse came into view with a kind smile. Concussion confirmed. Izzy is going to go mental when she has to see the black eye, I thought and groaned internally, she is going to insist on doing my makeup until it is back to normal, Great.
"Whereabouts am I?" I asked, my voice gave away the bit of grogginess still remaining on my brain.
"London Bridge Hospital dear, my name is Liz. You have to remain in here for the next 24 hours just to observe your condition; you took a pretty good hit. There is water here if you want it, I'm going to let you rest some more, but just push the button if you need anything else", turning my head I could see the jug of water on the table on the right side of the bed along with a rather lovely but over expensive bunch of flowers. But then I was in a private hospital, how I ended up here was a mystery. Not just anybody could afford care here. Looking at the clock on the wall I could see that it was 10 o'clock in the morning, 'man' I thought it was some good knockout.
My inner dialogue was then somewhat disrupted when a flash of movement caught my attention, turning towards the movement location I locked my emerald eyes with those of gold. The eyes were very familiar and only belonged to one person I knew very well.
"Hello Jace" I breathed out, not realising I had been holding it. "What brings you to London and my hospital room", this sentence seemed to come out with a very chipper tone, maybe it was the morphine still.
The look on his face showed that he was not expecting that type of reception to his presence, he seemed to be struggling with what to say, but then a smirk appeared. I was not used to this look, he never used to smirk like this and create an air of arrogance, oh how the States had obviously changed him.
"You know Clare, the clubs, the women, and oh, maybe my family. As for me being in your hospital room, coincidence I suppose". The smirk still remained on his face, 'what an asshat' I thought.
"Well it was great seeing you, don't let the door hit you on the way out", If he was going to act like that, he could get the hell out and leave me in peace. I turned my head away from him, hoping he would take the hint. But no, no he had to move closer, I felt a slight pressure on my hand, and turned my head back to see what it was.
Jace had moved closer to the bed and had now grabbed my small hand between his, his expression now looked wary and sympathetic. "Clary, I'm sorry, what I should have said is, I am back just for a week to visit my family and also do an album launch party" he paused for a second, worry had now replaced wary.
"I'm in your hospital room, because" pause "because I am the reason you are in here, I am so so sorry", the last part came out rushed, I could see him bracing himself for what was about to come out of my mouth.
"Ok, so you punched me why?" I was actually enjoying seeing him sweat a little, I personally was over the punch and thought I would look like a badass when I got out of hospital.
"I ah, I obviously didn't mean to punch you, so my friend got a bit drunk and started making out with this random, who was the size of John Cena, and then he got to handsy, so me being me and a little bit inebriated, decided to take actions into my hands and yelled at him then went to punch him after he lashed out at me, he ducked, and well I got you instead". Whilst he had admitted to the night's events he kept a downward gaze and rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, hmm this was definitely a different look for Jace I thought.
"Right, sounds like an interesting night" I sat nonchalantly. "So why did I hear something about pressing charges?" replaying the blurry conversation I had heard outside of the room.
"Oh right, I would completely understand if you want to press chargers, since I practically assaulted you" He shifted nervously, his expression apprehensive.
Before I can even get a word in, an angry but attractive Asian women walks in. Her hair has been pulled into a tight bun, but wisps of hair are starting to escape obviously due to running her hands through it.
"JACE, do not say one more word. Let me handle this", for a little thing she has a very obnoxious voice. With that she turns to me "Now please understand that my client here had had a few drinks, and therefore was not fully aware of his actions or his punching ability. So please understand that this was accidental and we would be happy to pay you a certain amount to avoid going to the press. You have no idea how some gold digging person would go to the press to get attention and ruin an upcoming career".
I stared at the woman stunned, is that how she saw me. Purposely getting in the way to ruin Jace's career, then wanting to give me 'hush money' so I didn't tell anyone else about the incident. Is this the only reason Jace had come in here, to get me on side so I wouldn't tell anyone. WOW he really didn't know me at all.
My stunned expression changed to a glare at both Jace and this tyrant, "Seriously Jace, this is definitely a new low for you, thinking that I of all people would want to ruin your career due to an accident. Then trying to pay me hush money. I don't want your money, nor do I want you anywhere near me. I can't believe you would doubt me like that. Please get out".
"Clary please, I didn't mean it like that, but you have to understand…" I didn't give him the chance to finish as I was getting madder and madder. "GET OUT" I pretty much screamed, he was instantly cut off, his gaze dropped from mine and his eyes looked down at the floor.
The silence only to be interrupted by the tyrant herself "OK Jace, I don't think that it is going to be a problem, now let's get to that interview with…". I didn't hear the rest of the conversation I started to feel tired and was no longer interested in their presence. Just as my averted eyes began to slip shut I felt the slight pressure of lips on my forehead, how weird I thought, and then joined the dreamland of unicorns.
Ok so what did you think, should I keep up with this one. Have a rough idea of how it should go. Many thanks for reading. Review, favourite, follow. Twig021 xoxox
