Hi again! Well, I think I will continue writing up this story. After all, my brain's not letting me do anything else, so I might as well. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep up with the good work I seem to be doing for this and still be able to write my other stories just as well.
OK, disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns everything. I just own the occasional random character and stuff like that. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Ch. 2 Clary's POV
"I can't believe that… That jackass!" Simon shouted as we waited in line to get to Pandemonium.
"My thoughts exactly," I answered as I toyed with the zipper of my jacket. "I don't get it though. Why's he back now? It doesn't make any sense." Now, I know that I sound calm and everything right now, but to be perfectly honest- I'm actually feel like I'm going to pass out!
When I went into Izzy's room and saw Jace sitting there, I was beyond freaked. Not as freaked as I was by everything else that has happened to me in the past three years, but damn, is it close. Luckily, after lots of training and practice, I've been able to keep my emotions in check and not give away anything.
"Maybe he's under orders from your dad." When he said that, I whirled on him.
"Valentine is NOT my father. I don't care what anyone or anything says- that sick bastard will never be considered family to me," I hissed. Simon merely held up his hands in surrender. I sighed as I closed my eyes and rubbed at my temple.
"I'm sorry, Simon. It's just that everything is so messed up right now. With Mom still unconscious, and Luke's hardly even around because of… business," I said since the group of teenage girls behind us were standing so close as they were ogling at my boyfriend, "plus there's everything going on with Valentine and now with Jace- I'm gonna lose it!"
I felt a cool finger under my chin and slight pressure pushing up. I opened my eyes and looked at Simon, who was looking at me with complete love. "Well, it's a good thing that you're so beautiful." I smiled and pulled him down for a peck on the lips, but he held me in place and I heard the girls behind us sigh in frustration.
"You must really like all this attention from girls now a days," I stated when I pulled back to breathe.
Simon shrugged. "Not really. I don't even pay attention, and why should I? I've got you."
"That is so corny," I said as I leaned into his embrace. "But you love it!" he laughed, and I couldn't help from grinning myself.
,:~:,
Eventually, we were allowed into the club, after my I.D. was checked and I got my jacket hung up in the coat room. The same style of music was playing like always, and for once, I actually liked it. The lyrics had a sort of dangerous/hypnotic feel to them, and I just felt myself move sensually to the beat along with Simon. The mundanes in the room were completely oblivious to the fact that there was a vampire in the room with them, and that's the way is suppose to be.
Three years ago, I would have never believed that there were demons or monsters that walked around right before me. If someone had told me, I probably would have laughed at them or called the nearest insane asylum. But now, I can see right through their glamour they possess and I hunt those that deserve to die. And speaking of, there is one creature in the room.
"Simon," I whispered to him, but I knew that he could easily hear me over the blaring of the speakers. He looked down at me and I simply nodded towards a guy on the other side of the room whose back was turned to us.
The guy was obviously a demon- well, to me anyway- but to the eye of a mundane, he looked like a god. He was tall, at least six feet, with short rich brown hair and rather tanned skin. When he turned, he wasn't looking at us, but I saw that his eyes were a vibrant green and his features looked like a supermodel's. He was dressed from head to toe in dark clothes, and I caught the slight glimmer of a metal blade on the inside of his jacket pocket.
I remember seeing him before. Two years ago, when I was fighting a group of demons that Valentine had somehow been able to control and sent them to Brooklyn to cause mayhem. Anyway, I didn't fight him, but I remember seeing that guy run away when we were defeating them.
"Go on," Simon said as he pushed lightly on my back. "Go and have some fun. I'll be right behind you." I smiled and pecked his lips before I started to dance away from him and towards the demon.
I made sure that when I danced in front of the guy, I would look tempting. I knew that I did judging by the looks I received from the other males around me. I caught his eyes for a second, and to really get his attention, I ran my hands over my curves and looked at him with half-lidded eyes, looking like a girl who is interested in landing a guy in bed tonight. I was glad that I used the rune I created to hide my other marks from any creature, even demons. He grinned before he came up to me and joined in my dancing. I smiled seductively at him, but on the inside I was trying to vomit.
We continued dancing like that for two more songs before I felt him tug on my hand. Keeping up with my charade, I allowed him to bring me over to the wall and let him push me up against it as he ran his hands over me. I looked around us when he started kissing at my neck, and saw Simon go into the supply closet- the exact same one where this life began for me.
"Not here," I purred in the demon's ear, and he looked at me confused. I jerked my head over to the closet and I ran my hand up under his shirt. He grinned at me and yanked me to the door, where he pushed me in and closed it quickly behind him.
"So sweetie," he said. He advanced on me and pushed me up against the door. What he didn't know was when he had his back to me, I removed my steele from my pocket, and when he pushed me against the door, I wrote a sealing rune on it. "I never got you name by the way."
"It's Clary. Clary Fray," I purred to him. As soon as he heard that, I saw his eyes widen in surprise. While he was still in shock, I quickly shoved him away and extracted the angel blade from my left boot that I always kept with me and spoke its name. The blade sprung from the handle and began to glow brightly, lighting the small area around me. Simon came from the shadows where he was hidden and wrapped his arm around the demon's throat, fangs extended.
"You're a Shadowhunter!" the guy hissed through teeth clenched in pain. I knew that Simon was probably crushing his windpipe, but who cares?
"And you're a pathetic sack of demon shit," I answered back. "Now I'm only going to ask you this once, moron- where is Valentine?"
"I'll never tell you!" he said and he spat into my face. I wiped at my face and looked down at my hand in thought. Next thing he knew, the back of my hand collided hard with his cheek and I heard the distinct sound of the vertebrae in his neck snap as his head shot to the side and he grew limp in Simon's grip. Simon let him fall to the ground and when he did, I thrust the blade though the creature's back where the heart was. Black blood splattered the wall, and I jumped back from it to avoid ruining my clothes and I watched as the body began to fold into itself.
"Well, that wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped," I sighed as I closed the blade and shoved it back into my boot. Simon chuckled and pulled me to him. I smiled and as I was about to kiss him again, the door actually opened. I spun around and saw the last person I wanted to see- my brother.
Jace was looking right at us and judging by the look on his face, he thought we were doing a lot more then making out in the closet. But when he looked around the rest of the place and saw the demon blood, it changed.
"What the hell?" Jace exclaimed. I sighed before disentangling myself from Simon and walked over to the door, pushing past Jace and towards the front door. I got my jacket and walked out into the cool night air, with both of them right behind me.
"It's called a demon slaying Jace. Never heard of it?" I asked sarcastically as I shoved the coat on.
"That's not what I meant, Clary," he huffed in frustration. I rolled my eyes and continued to make my way to Simon's bike. When I got close enough, I turned back to the guys and leaned up against the seat. Jace stood where he was while Simon came up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Look Jace, it was just a sudden thing. It's not like I fucking planned on finding some demon at the club! I actually did come to have some fun for once! And what the hell are you doing here anyway?" I asked him.
Jace looked pissed off at me, and I mean seriously pissed. "I'm here because I was wanting to make sure that you'd be alright tonight, little Miss Ungrateful!"
"'Ungrateful'? What the hell makes you think that I was in danger tonight anyway? I'm way better at fighting then I once was Jace, so you don't have to follow me around like some fucking bodyguard!" I shouted at him. When he didn't answer right away, I huffed in frustration and turned to Simon.
"Can we go, please?" I asked him and he nodded. I stepped back as he swung his leg over the bike and started it up. As I was about to get onto it myself, I felt a tug on my jacket and looked back to Jace. "What?"
"Can we talk? Please?" he asked me, and I saw a desperate look in his eyes. Sighing, I held my hand up for Simon to wait a minute and followed Jace to the opposite end of the parking lot. When I looked Jace, I saw this sort of scared look to him. Jace, scared? That isn't possible! I thought, but judging by the way that he was wringing his hands, it was.
"Jace are you ok? What's wrong? You look terrified about something," I said as I reached out a hand to try and calm him. What made me jump was when he reached out and wrapped his hand around my wrist and yanked me forward, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"God Clary, I can't believe this!" he whispered into my ear. I pushed back lightly and saw that he was crying. I was shocked. Since when did Jace cry? I remember seeing him being serious, cold, and even self-absorbed, but I don't remember him acting like this. He looked like a wounded puppy that had been kicked while it was still down. I was actually worried.
"Jace! What's wrong? Is it because I was just fighting a demon barely armed? Did something happen at the Institute? What? Just tell me!" I said.
"There's something that you need to know Clary," he said nervously, and I sighed. Just get on with it! I thought as I nodded to let him continue. "Clary, I'm-" he started, but all of the sudden, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I held up my hand to Jace and dug my phone out, reading the caller I.D. - Iz I pressed 'accept' on the phone and raised it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said.
"Clare, you need to get back over her to the Institute now!" Izzy exclaimed
"Why, what's wrong? Is my mom ok?" I asked worriedly.
"Your mom's fine… for now. But it's about Luke," Izzy said hesitantly. "Clary, Luke's missing."
So what did you think of that chapter? Was it something that could have been written by C.C. or was it an amateur attempt at it? Please let me know!
Nancy (aka megamatchmaker)
