Warning: This story will contain mentions of violence and sexual situations, including incest and rape, as well as foul language. Please do not continue if you are under 18 years of age or you are sensitive to any of these themes.
Author's Note: After nearly 10 years of lurking and avidly reading fanfiction, I have decided to finally give writing a try. This is the first time in over 15 years I have done any form of creative writing. I'm definitely feeling nervous. However, I love The Mortal Instruments book series and wanted to create an alternate scenario using Cassandra Clare's characters. Obviously, I own nothing and Cassandra Clare owns everything. I am simply having a little fun. Please feel free to leave your thoughts- whether good or bad. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
***January, 1991. Alicante, Idris***
"Meet me in the forest tonight at midnight. Make sure you aren't followed.-J"
Lucian Graymark found the hastily scribbled note stuck inside his boot that morning while he was getting dressed. He couldn't help the thrill that shot through his body at the mere thought of being alone with Jocelyn that night, despite the warring tinge of guilt. Valentine Morgenstern was his Parabatai, but Jocelyn Fairchild was his soul mate. He had always respected Jocelyn and Valentine's relationship, and a few years ago, he would have never entertained the thought of entering into an affair with Jocelyn, no matter how deeply he loved her. The death of Valentine's father had changed the man so profoundly that Lucian hardly even recognized his Parabatai anymore. Jocelyn was 6 months pregnant with her and Valentine's son, Jonathan, when Jocelyn sent that first note begging Lucian to meet her in the forest. He was dumbfounded when she told him how she had discovered Valentine's experiments and how she feared that he was somehow experimenting on her and the baby. He didn't believe her at first, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to his best friend's sudden fear of her husband. After Jonathan was born, Jocelyn was beside herself with grief. It was obvious that her child was not human. She couldn't stand the sight of her own son, and could no longer bear the touch of her husband. She knew about his plans for the uprising. She had to stop Valentine, but she couldn't do it alone. Their midnight meetings in the forest became a regular occurrence. Slowly, over the next four months, their bond grew until one day Jocelyn's arms were around his neck and her lips were pressed to his. That was three months ago, and now he couldn't imagine a life where they weren't together.
Jocelyn was hiding behind a copse of trees while waiting for Lucian to arrive. She couldn't control her fidgeting. How was he going to react? She loved Lucian wholeheartedly, but she was still married to Valentine, and Jonathan was only 7 months old. How could she have let this happen? What were they going to do? Valentine would know immediately it was not his child, as Jocelyn had refused to share his bed since Jonathan's birth. It wouldn't take long before he figured out the truth. She knew without a doubt that Valentine would kill them both without even batting an eyelash. Her only chance of survival was to leave the shadow world behind and live out her life with her child as a mundane. The question was: would Lucian give up his entire life to be with her?
A week later, Jocelyn was gone. Valentine knew that she hadn't left on her own, that she had been helped. That night, he asked his Parabatai to join him in interrogating a few werewolves regarding his father's murder. The next morning, Valentine broke the news to the remaining Circle members that Lucian had been killed by werewolves during the interrogation. It was the perfect opportunity for Lucian to escape. No one would be looking for a dead man. He met Jocelyn in New York City, as they had intended. What he didn't plan on was starting his "mundane life" as a werewolf, but he was fortunate that his transition to a downworlder severed his bond with his former parabatai.
On August 23, 1991, Luke and Jocelyn welcomed their daughter Clarissa Adele Fray into the world. She was perfect and they couldn't have been more in love. They had 2 blissful years as a family of three before Valentine found them. Fortunately, the downworld gossip provided Jocelyn with just enough time to protect her daughter. Valentine would never have to know about Clary. Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, was more than a little bit hesitant when his good friend Jocelyn begged him to take Clary and hide her from the Shadowhunters. However, his fondness for Clary and his hatred for Shadowhunters won out, and he agreed to protect her. Two days later, Catarina Loss called from the hospital she worked at and informed him that Luke and Jocelyn Fray had been murdered. His heart broke for the young couple and he knew that he had to honor their dying wish, and protect their daughter. He would raise her as a mundane with the sight. No one ever needed to know she was a child of the Nephilim.