Hello, my name is Jade.
The first thing you should know about this story is that it was based off of Wisterian Princess' story, Heart by Heart.
The second thing you should know it that I got her permission.
I hope you like it! Enjoy chapter 1!
Clary was under the water, being held under by a pair of cold, white hands holding her under by her throat. Clary fought against him best she could, but her hands were bound behind her back, and her legs tried to fight him off.
Clary could hear a voice above the water, yelling unintelligible words, but she knew it was Jace who was doing the yelling.
Clary panicked as the last of the bubbles left her lips, and she had no more air. She tried to ram Sebastian with her knees, but his grip didn't loosen on her throat.
She was now becoming desperate for air, and she could still hear Jace's yelling. Sebastian's grip tightened on her throat, and she gasped, sucking in water.
She struggled, trying to get to the surface. The saltwater burned her throat. She felt the urge to scream, but she had no air for that. She felt herself getting dizzy, now desperate for air. She felt her consciousness slipping away from her, then everything went black.
Two Years Later...
The demon entered Rantemon. It was a different sort of nightclub; one with less of a party vibe, and more of a serene vibe. Why the demon was here, he was not sure; he was less likely to find someone in a place like this.
The club's dim light didn't conceal anyone; everyone was dancing on the supposed dance floor, which was plain and wooden, like the rest of the floor. The walls were brick, and covered in random posters. The music that played was sort of an alternative/indie thing.
That's when the demon saw her: a girl. This girl seemed different than all the other mundies in the club; she seemed like this club brought out her life. She seemed nearly lost in the music as she circled her hips and rolled her shoulders. Her glossy lips mouthed the lyrics, and the demon could see a few mundane boys staring at her with lust, and mundie girls staring at her with envy. A few tried to dance with her, but she quickly got bored with them, and spun away.
Her high heel boots moved nearly silently across the wooden floor- which was surprising considering they were so high.
She seemed to notice him, and was now looking him up and down with her dark, feisty eyes. She beckoned him to come to her, and he did. He danced near her, tasting her life and mortality through her scent. She was wearing a short, shiny, gray dress with a cropped sweater; not show much skin, but it complimented her shape nicely.
She then stepped closer,and her scent made his mouth water. "Would you like to go somewhere quiet?" Her voice was seductive, and had a hint of something he couldn't identify.
When he smiled, she took a hold of his hand, and pulled him through the crowd. She pulled him into the girls' bathroom, and the door swung shut behind them.
The bathroom was definitely different than the club; the fluorescent light burned his eyes as they adjusted, seeing a white tiled floor, and graffiti-covered stalls.
Her warm hand slipped from his, and she turned around, looking teasing, and seductive. "What's your name?"
The music of the club could still be clearly heard in the bathroom, but it was muffled.
Youth knows no pain.
"Lars," he said, making one up on the spot that he thought she'd like. By the way she smiled, she did.
"I'm Heather," she said. Heather. It was a name that suited her perfectly; suited her golden beige skin, her curly black hair, and the feisty look in her black-brown eyes. Why was she so perfect? "I don't really do this often," she said, looking shy. She began to bend down to get something out of her boot. "In fact…" She pulled out something: a phone maybe. "I do it so rarely, that when I do…" She showed him what was in her hand, and his eyes widened. "I use protection." She seemed to be smiling at her own humor as she murmured an angel's name, and out came a seraph blade.
The demon stumbled back, and heard another angel's name from behind him- two. He spun around and saw two more girls, both in similar clothes to Heather, and both had similar black hair. The taller of the two had two seraph blades in her hands, and the shorter one had a whip. She flung it at him, and it wrapped around his throat as he tried to run. It jerked him, and he fell to the ground, hitting his back on the cold tile.
The song outside had changed, and seemed more upbeat.
Like the shotgun, I can't be outgunned
I'm your prostitute, you gon get some
Heather and the taller back haired girl stood over him.
"Did you want to, Clary, of should I?" Heather asked the other girl, looking at him with disgust. That was the element he'd missed in her voice: she'd been repulsed by him.
"I'll do it," said the other girl, Clary. She raised both swords, and plunged them into his chest.
"Clary… Clary, wake up."
Clary's eyes fluttered open, and she saw Heather's lovely face, framed by her black curls.
"Clary, you're leaving today," she reminded her. "You have to pack."
"Right," Clary sat up and stretched.
Heather stood next to her bed, arms crossed over her pajama T-shirt as she waited for Clary to get up.
Clary pushed the covers off her bare legs, and stood up, adjusting her skimpy nightgown.
"Breakfast first," said Heather, the corner of her lips curling up.
Clary followed Heather down the long hall of the the Foxwells' house, where Clary had been hiding for the last two years.
They went down the stairs, and down another hall till they got to the kitchen, where everyone was eating breakfast.
"Morning!" Said Olivia, flicking her highlighted brown hair out of her face, then eating a bite of her pop tart.
Clary sat down at the table and grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl. "Morning."
"Wow, you look tired," Dan chuckled from next to her, putting his elbow on the table.
"I am," Clary muttered, eyelids feeling heavy.
Heather set down a mug full of black coffee in front of her. "You're going to have to leave soon," said Heather, "New York is two hours ahead of Illinois, so whenever you leave, it'll be two hours later there."
"Right," she said, taking a large gulp of her coffee.
It had been two years since Sebastian attempted to kill her. After she thought she'd died, she'd woken up here, at the Foxwells' house in Illinois, where Heather, Olivia, Dan and Lyla all were. They'd told her that Heather had shot Sebastian right after he thought he killed her, and that they'd saved her life.
She couldn't, however, tell anyone she'd survived. The future apparently depended on it.
Over the last two years, Clary had learned to love and trust these strangers, though she had no idea who they really were.
For now, they were her siblings. The eldest was Dan; he owned the house that they lived in after the Foxwells' parents died in the raid to save Clary from Sebastian. He looked after everyone. He had longish dark brown hair, and kind brown eyes.
The second eldest was Heather. She was one year older than Clary was, and she was beautiful. She'd thought of Isabelle when she'd first met Heather, with her high heeled boots and gorgeousness, but Heather was very different from Isabelle. She could predict Clary's preferences, and knew Clary's coffee order before Clary had told her her name.
Then there was the younger sister, Olivia. Olivia was kind, and usually in a good mood. She'd been affected by the death of Miami and Ashton Foxwell more than the rest, but she became okay after a few months. Olivia also seemed closer to Dan then anyone else, too, and Clary wondered how they were related in real life. She had noticed in the past that they both had brown hair, and the same smile.
And the youngest was Lyla. Lyla was small (and looked especially so with her black, waist-length hair), and self-confident- but not like Jace. Lyla always seemed like she was trying to be like someone; like she was following in someone else's footsteps, and Clary always wondered what that was about.
Out of everyone, Clary was closest with Heather. She always seemed to be able to comfort Clary, and knew the right things to say when she was missing Jace, or her mother, or Simon. Heather seemed detail oriented, too; like she'd picked up on Clary's habits, and knew how she was feeling before Clary knew herself.
It had also taken Clary a while to believe them when they'd told her they were from the future, but she did now. They'd told her things had to be this way; that the world had to believe Clary was dead, and that she had to go back to the Institute as Audrey Foxwell with her disguise rune, and pretend she didn't know them.
Thinking of it, Clary touched the rune on her right shoulder blade. She'd known what it did from the first moment she'd seen it on Heather's back, then she'd had it applied. Her red curly had was now straight, and black, and went to her waist. She'd gotten used to the annoying bangs that brushed her eyebrows when she tilted her head to the side, and not seeing the freckles on her fair skin. Clary had only recently gotten used to her stunningly beautiful blue eyes that she got caught in every time she looked in the mirror, though.
"Hey, you okay?" Asked Dan, breaking her from her thoughts.
"Hm?" Clary looked at him.
Dan had a concerned look on his face, and a piece of toast in hand. His gray, knit hat held his longish, brown hair down, but the ends poked out from around the rims.
Dan was cute, Clary thought, and funny, and kind; someone she may have wanted to date if she hadn't had Jace, but now that she did, she couldn't think of him like that at all. Dan was more like a brother to Clary, like Simon had been. Still is, Clary corrected herself, even though he thinks I'm dead.
"Just a little nervous," she admitted. She took another large gulp from her mug, and finished off her coffee. "I'll be fine, though."
Dan gave her a reassuring smile, and nodded. "Good."
Clary was wearing black skinny jeans, lace-up, thigh-high, high heeled boots, and a button down blue blouse with a leather jacket to top it off. Heather had dressed her in an outfit she'd never wear, as to not tip off Jace and the others that she was her. Heather hadn't let her pack her own bag, either, and Clary was a little scared.
"One more time," said Dan. "What's your name?"
"My name is Audrey Foxwell," Clary said.
"How old are you?"
Clary crossed her legs from her seat on the vacant couch she sat on. "I just turned eighteen."
"When's your birthday?" Olivia chimed in from her perch on the arm of the couch Dan and Heather sat on.
"December twenty sixth."
"Tell us about your family," said Heather.
"I have one older brother, Dan, one older sister, Heather, and two younger sisters, Olivia and Lyla. My parents, Miami and Ashton died two years ago in the raid to kill Sebastian Morgenstern. I shot him with an arrow and killed him as he was about to kill Jace Lightwood," it hadn't been her who'd done that, of course, it had been Heather. She was a skilled archer, and had taught Clary a thing of two over the last few years. Dan had thought her the art of the double sword.
"And the names of all your past boyfriends?" Asked Lyla, who was sitting on a single chair to Clary's right, her skinny legs crossed, showing off her too high heels.
"Nate, Aiden, Brian and Josh," all boys Clary had only met once, but they'd went over details with her about their "relationships." Clary guessed they were somehow linked to the Foxwells, but Clary didn't know how.
"Good," Heather smiled. "I think you're ready."
So what did you think of the chapter, the basic plot, and the characters?
Honest feedback is appreciated, and constructive criticism.
I still need a beta for this story, BTW, so if anyone's interested...
I'll post again soon.
-Jade