Hey! This is my second TMI story, the other is 'Love in Tragedies' any fans of that reading this, lov you guys!
So this story has been stuck in my head for weeks, so here it is. Just tell me what you think! ;) And excuse any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments.
CHAPTER ONE: Being Careful
"You have to careful, Clary."
I rolled my eyes, "Magnus, I'm not two any more."
I have known Magnus Bane for a long time. He was... a friend of my mother's. I was about to say a friend of the family, but that would never work. Especially with the father that I have. Magnus has always been there for me and he's the one person I haven't left.
"All I'm saying is you have to cover your tracks," he said as he sat across from me, swirling the gold liquid in his champagne flute.
"It's what I've been doing for the last two years," I argued back.
It was true. For the last two years of living in the world of mundanes, I've been covering my tracks. No connections left of my dealings. No trails leading to my true identity. But the may have been some little traces that Magnus has luckily cleaned up for me.
"Do you want the Clave to catch you, or even the mundanes? Neither would be happy if they found out what kind of job you have."
"It pays the bills... with less work required."
Assassin. That's the job Magnus was talking about. And he was right. The Clave wouldn't be happy, nor would any the mundanes. Either I'm caught by mundanes, which is odd because I'm doing some of the biddings for them, then the Clave finds out, and takes me back to Idris to annoy me with questions about my father. And maybe, put me in my own cell because of my assassinating days.
"Your a shadowhunter, I don't think you do any work, apart from draw a few runes onto you skin."
I corrected him, "actually, runes are burnt into our skin, leaving a lot of scars."
Magnus scoffs at I what I say, like he expected any better. "Clary," he rolls his eyes.
It was nice to know someone still calls me Clary. I've had a few name changes, from Morgenstern, to Fairchild. I took the name Clarissa Fray after I left my mother in Alicante, two years ago. It was selfish and horrible, I know. But I figured if my brother or father, wanted any chance of us joining him, he would probably come for me.
But, I think, well, pretty sure, I was protecting myself, scared that they would come. Hiding from the two people I dread most in the world, amongst mundanes. That way, it would be more difficult if they tried to find me. Which I hoped they never did.
Magnus, of course, knew of my father and brother. But he assumed I was running from the Clave. I was, sort of. I hated their rules. I hated them always asking where Valentine was. My mother put up with it, but I couldn't.
"I am being serious, Clary," he spoke, pulling me from my thoughts, "otherwise, you know what we happen."
"Yeah," I breathe out, my eyes looking at the ground.
"I won't always be the one to pick up the pieces," he said, taking a sip from his wine glass.
"I know," I said, "thank-you, Magnus."
A small smile formed on my face. Magnus was always there when I needed him, being cautious for me when I never was.
He opened his mouth to say something but was cut short as I buzzing rang through his house. Someone was at his door.
"Magnus, I forgot my key again," a static voice came through the nearby speaker.
I watched as Magnus' head perked up at the voice.
"Friend of yours?" I asked. Though I already knew Magnus had a boyfriend. Alec, I think his name was. A shadowhunter, so that didn't make him my favourite person.
I avoided shadowhunters. If they found I was one and living amongst mundanes, they'd no doubt be curious, and raise suspicion. It was easy being in the open around mundanes, without a glamour. If they saw any of my runes, they'd assume they were tattoos.
Demons were fun, they'd avoid me. But I couldn't stop my hunting instincts.
"Yes," Magnus stood, "your welcome to stay and meet him. Though, don't you like shadowhunters?"
"For a second I thought you wanted to get rid of me," I stood, slipping my stele out my jacket pocket.
"Of course not, darling!" his normal voice returning, he leant forwards and pushed the button to open his door, allowing Alec to come up.
That was my cue. I drew a portal rune in the air and watched as a wave of water was created in front of me. Water crashing together like a whirlpool, letting of a blue glow.
"See you later, sweeties!" I mimicked Magnus' tone before stepping through.
I stood in my bedroom. There some strange feeling I got when going through portals, like an adrenaline rush, but a little less. My head flicked back to see the portal snapping shut behind me. The room instantly became dark, only moonlight shining through the windows.
I sighed. The gift of having angel blood in my veins, curtesy of my crazy, experimental father, of course. I was one of his experiments, as was my brother. But Jonathan, even his name made me shiver, he has demon blood in him. It turned him into... something.
My mother told all of this when we were in Alicante. How I held angel blood. How Jonathan held the blood of a demon. She told father also experimented on another. Stephen Herondale's son. I never knew him, never met him. Both parents died after he was born, so he was taken to be raised by another family.
Valentine never saw his other creation. And I never met the only other person like me.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the stupid memories.
I took a step in the direction of the stairs, but stopped mid-step when I heard a tapping sound. Sounding from my window. A tapping on glass. I turned, knowing there were various weapons all around my loft.
My gaze set on a bird. Not just a bird. A raven. It's beak tapping against the glass. This bird looked exactly like...
As soon as I blinked, the bird was gone, and silence filled the room again.
I blinked again. Still no bird. Just my imagination. I reassured myself.
I walked down the stairs, feeling the warmth of the fire and hearing it's wood crackle from the fireplace.
I pushed the image of the bird away, knowing it was just my mind trying to bring nightmares to life.