OMG I really have to start finishing my fanfictions before I start new ones! I have five on the go at the moment and all my readers are getting annoyed I don't update enough! *Internally Groans* That's just a heads up, if I am slow to update that's why, and hey... why don't you amuse yourself by reading my other fanfictions, I have another Mortal Instruments one, and two Twilight ones –Do we have any fans of Twilight? - and also a Fruits Basket one but I don't think that on is very good so I may improve it then replace it... anyway, here's my first chapter I hope you enjoy it... and tell me if you want it as a one shot or for me to keep going into a full story... if a story I need Ideas... PLEASE!
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P.S - anything in bold is quoted from the book I'm not trying to take credit for CC's words it just made sense to use them seeing as this story runs alongside hers.
CPOV
"He's not your brother." Hodge told me. I looked at him, surprised not only to see him but also at the peculiar words erupting from his mouth.
"Hodge! What the hell! What are you- Why are- WHAT!"
"Clarissa," He replied calmly. "Please do not shout." He caught my glare and quickly corrected himself. "Clary, I understand what I did to Jace was wrong but I simply had no choice, imagine living a life as I did, it wasn't even a life, just me going on day after day, living in misery. I had no choice. But I am here now to hopefully, even in some small way atone for my sins. I came to tell you that Valentine lied to you and Jace, Jace is not your brother." I looked at him blankly. This was a joke. Surely this was some stupid joke Valentine was pulling on me. He was sick, twisted, and wrong. I tried to portray all my hatred with my eyes but it wasn't enough.
"Don't joke about something like that!" I could feel tears prick at my eyes and I was ashamed of showing weakness. "Just don't it's sick- What does he want with us, hasn't he done enough!" I screamed at him, letting out all of my pent up frustration and anger at being left behind.
"Claris- Clary, I wouldn't joke about something like this, I only came to make you feel, hopefully a little better, after all that's happened to you over the last few months. As for Jace, he is the closest thing to a son I will ever have, and I know I did wrong by him, this is me doing something good." He finished his speech and looked expectantly at me.
"If- If he's not Valentine's son, then who is he?" I asked tentatively.
"His parents were two Shadowhunters named Stephan and Céline Herondale, You've met Stephan's mother Imogen, The inquisitor, and he also used to be married to Lucian's sister Amantis but when he was turned into a werewolf, Valentine didn't want Stephan to have any connections with him so he made Stephan divorce Amantis and marry Cécile. When your mother was pregnant with you, Valentine gave her dried angel blood in her food to stop her depression, but he was disappointed with the results he got in his son when he mixed Greater Demon blood with Shadowhunter blood, so he tried again when Céline got pregnant but with angel blood instead of demon. However Stephan was killed in a raid before Jace was born, and Céline became so depressed that she killed herself. Now Valentine didn't want his experiment to go to waste so he cut Céline's baby from her stomach, and raised him under the pretence of being Michael Wayland and his son Jonathan. However this experiment was also a disappointment. Jace was too soft, too kind-hearted and not forceful enough, Valentine loved him more than his own son, but he was not useful as a soldier, although neither was his real son Jonathan, he was too aggressive, he had too much demon in him, he didn't have enough wit. But when someone learned of his true identity, he faked his own death, leaving Jace fatherless, making have to come to stay with the lightwoods, and me. We became his family, but then Valentine wanted him back, how could I refuse him if it gave me my freedom, because, Valentine loves him, even if he's not very good at showing it, he wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally." He finished his story and I just stared back at him dumbfounded. I finally regained control of my thoughts.
"If he doesn't want to hurt Jace, why did he tell him we were related, why did he lie?"
"Because it was a way of controlling Jace. And if Jace could be with you, he would never choose Valentine. He also doesn't approve, he thinks it's wrong that Jace could be with an untrained, inexperienced Shadowhunter. You're practically mundane. I think he's also a bit jealous, though he'd never admit it, I think he is envious that he no longer holds all of Jace's heart, that you hold the majority of him, it really annoys him." I stared at him for only a fraction more of a second then I stood up frantically.
"I have to go to Idris. I have to tell Jace, he still thinks he has demon blood in him, he'll do something stupid!" I wailed. I could picture a rune in my head, and I got out my stele. I began to draw, the marks leaping out from the stele's tip in charcoaled black lines. The stone sizzled, filling their nose with the acidic smell of burning. Hot blue light grew against her closed eyelids. She felt heat on her face, as if she stood in front of a fire. With a gasp she lowered her hand, opening her eyes.
The rune she had drawn was a dark flower blossoming on the stone wall. As she watched, the lines of it seemed to melt and change, flowing gently down, unfurling, reshaping themselves. Within moments the shape of the run had changed. It was now the outline of a glowing doorway, several feet taller than me.
Portal. Yes! A way of getting to Jace! I turned back to see Hodge's stunned face.
"Perks of being half angel, right?" I turned away from him and back into the portal. Idris. I thought as I passed through. The ride wasn't as gentle as my last trip in a portal as I fell roughly to the ground, bruising half of my body as I went. I grunted in pain but then remembered where I was. I looked up and was stunned into silence when I saw the sight in front of me. The tall black tower twisted into the sky and looked sinister. It didn't fit with the rest of the scene. Idris was beautiful, like indescribably beautiful, only Jace could compare to it. And I was lying just outside of it. She hurried past the black tower and through the rows of well decorated, luxurious houses. Of course she had no idea where she was going so she just headed into the city and hoped that someone else did. She came across a dozen or so people about ten or so minutes later.
"Excuse me?" I asked them tentatively. "Do you know where the Penhallows live?" The man turned around. He was about thirty-ish and had a well groomed goatee that was slightly grey in the corners.
"Yes, are you a friend of theirs? They live just one row over, it's a big blue place, you can't miss it." He smiled at me encouragingly and I thanked him. After he turned back to his friend, I hurried in the direction he pointed me. I located the house with little difficulty and clambered ungracefully up the stairs. I banged loudly on the door and waited for a reply. Izzy answered smiling, until her eyes landed on me.
"Hey Izzy." She groaned at me.
"Awww crap!" She complained. "What in the angel are you doing here Clary!"
"I need to talk to Jace, it's urgent where is he?" I peered around her body impatiently. She moved to block me.
"He's upstairs, but you can't talk to him. He doesn't want to talk to you Clary."
"But it's really important!" I whined.
"What can be that important?" She questioned, moving her hands to her hips.
"He's not my brother Izzy." She gazed at me with wide eyes. "We're not related, now will you move your skinny ass so I can go talk to him!" She moved soundlessly and I rushed up the stairs. I opened the first door praying it was the right one. It was. He wasn't alone, though- not by a long shot. There was a dark-haired girl with him, a girl Clary had never seen before, and the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace. I felt dizzy, and physically sick. I couldn't breathe. Jace's hands were travelling down her front, undoing the buttons there, and her hands were place on his lower back. I couldn't watch any more, I could feel tears gliding down my face. I backed away, but hit the door with my shoulder. The door slammed shut and they broke apart. I couldn't look at Jace. I just turned wrenched the door open, and ran out. I could hear him call my name behind me but I didn't go back, I couldn't. I ran downstairs, passed a dumbfounded looking Izzy, and out into the cold. The picture of Jace kissing imprinted on my eyelids.
Okay, so what do you think? Worth continuing, or should it stay as a one-shot? Please review, and if you want a story a couple of ideas would be a little help. Now love me and press that epic blue button at the bottom of the screen. It only takes a second.
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