"Ta da!" Izzy squealed as she yanked on Clary's arm to twist her back around to face the mirror. "Look!"
Clary carefully opened her eyes to look into the mirror and gasped. "Wow Iz…I look…I look…"
"Amazing, I know." Izzy grinned. "Now, stand up and throw on those skinny jeans and top."
Clary stumbled over to the bed in a small daze. She was absolutely flabbergasted over how she looked.
She had grey eyeliner on her bottom eye line and black on the top. A faint shimmer of blush coloured her cheeks and a pink lip-gloss on her lips. Grey eye shadow dusted her eyelids and her hair was curled elegantly in large ringlets that looked heavy, yet bouncy and light at the same time.
Clary fumbled blindly as she pulled the clothes on, her mind on other things…things like her face and hair and ridiculous high shoes…
Oh, and the date of course.
With Sebastian Verlac.
Isabelle yanked Clary out of her thoughts by saying with approval, "I knew those jeans would suit you."
Clary glanced down at herself. She was wearing tight dark grey skinny jeans that showed off her legs and made them look longer than what they were. The red low scoop top hugged her hips and breasts, emphasizing all the good assets of her small body.
A black cardigan was hanging neatly on her shoulders and the black made her fiery hair stand out.
It was the perfect contrast.
A simple gold heart necklace hung loosely around her small fragile neck and her nails were a pretty vibrant red, professionally painted by Isabelle.
All that was left to do was add the shoes.
The very high-heeled shoes that Clary was certain were just there for her to break her neck on.
"Are you sure the shoes are a good idea?" Clary asked dubiously, as she bent down to lace the black boots up her shins.
"Do not question me." Izzy replied haughtily. "Well, you're ready to go."
Clary gulped. "I changed my mind. I don't want to go. I'll call him and say I'm sick_"
"You will not." Izzy said sternly. "You are going to have fun. Now move. Get down stairs and keep watch for your date." Izzy tossed her dark shiny hair over her shoulder and pointed violently towards the door.
Clary moved grudgingly towards the door, careful to lift her feet up high so that she didn't catch the heel on Izzy's cluttered carpet.
"Wait!" Izzy demanded suddenly, causing Clary to twirl quickly, hopefully, towards her friend. "Perfume." She explained, holding up a delicate intricate blue bottle half full of liquid.
"Damn." Clary sighed, before gagging on a mouthful of sweet perfume. "Watch where you spray that Iz."
Izzy giggled. "Keep your mouth closed and you'll survive."
"IZZY! CLARY! GET DOWN HERE!" Alec yelled up the stairs.
Both girls jumped before Clary broke the silence with a wild nervous giggle.
"Remember, just relax, have fun. He must be interested in you because he asked you out."
"Right…okay." Clary nodded, taking a deep breath.
"I'll be waiting up for you to get in so try to be sober by the time I see you. I want those details pronto." Izzy added, before reaching over to squeeze Clary's hand encouragingly.
"Got it."
"CLARY GET YOUR SKINNY ASS DOWN HERE NOW! YOUR DAMN DATE WON'T STOP KNOCKING THE FREAKIN' DOOR!" Jace snapped, clearly annoyed.
"Coming!" Clary sighed.
"Go get 'im girl. You're gonna rock." Isabelle smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously in the shadows of her pretty face.
*At Pandemonium- Clary POV*
Six half pints of cider, four shots of apple sours and two bottles of apple magners later, Sebastian was well oiled and repeatedly slurring about how 'damn fine' I was looking.
On the seventh time of him repeating it I was starting to get slightly annoyed. "Thank you." I said with a tight-lipped smile.
Two clammy hands wrapped round my waist and pressed uncomfortably into the small amount of skin showing at my waist. Damn Isabelle and her stupid short tops…
"You really are pretty. I'm glad I know you." He slurred in my ear, his hot breath sending chilling shivers down my spine.
"Uh, yeah Sebastian, it's uh, great." I wriggled backwards, trying to get out of his tightening grip.
He gave me a little shake. "No, you don't. Don't do this." He sounded surprisingly angry, and I paused momentarily, analysing his features.
But by the time I could pick up on any negative emotions he was grinning wildly down at me. "Let's have some shots. Vodka!" he yelled, letting go of me abruptly, so I staggered backwards.
He thumped his hand on the bar. "Vodka!" he shouted gleefully.
I ducked my head as a few sober people turned to stare at me. Oh God…
"Uh, Sebastian, why don't we_" I reached out to touch his elbow but he suddenly stumbled round, thrusting a shot glass in my hand.
"Four glasses!" he said proudly. "Go!" he threw his head back, his slightly matted sweaty hair bouncing as he downed his shot. Without taking a breath, he moved onto his next one.
Not seeing any other option but to follow his lead I quickly downed my one, coughing as it burned my throat. I moved onto my next one and chucked it back. Again and again until I eventually swallowed the fourth shot.
My head swam, vision blurring until I could no longer make out a face or a body or even the walls. I felt tears trickle slowly from my eyes, the warm droplets running slowly down my flushed cheeks, tickling gently.
I giggled as one dripped under my chin. I raised a clumsy hand to try and swipe it away but a dizzying wave over took me and knocked me off balance, causing me to fall into the wooden bar, catching my elbow on the corner.
"Clary!" Sebastian laughed. "Let's go…fun, fun, fun!" he jerked me off the high stool roughly so that I landed awkwardly on my high-heeled feet. It stung and I buckled to the side landing harshly on my ankle.
"Don't be rough…'tis mean." I grumbled rather ineligibly as I struggled to break through the haze fogging my eyes, so that I could try and see Sebastian's face.
I let out a squeal when some guy slapped my butt. I jumped backwards, which really wasn't a good idea from the sounds of all the yelling. I kept falling, which I wasn't expecting, until I hit the floor.
I groaned as something came down on top of me.
Ouch, I got elbowed in my boob. Even vodka can't dull that pain.
Where the hell is Sebastian? A little help from my date would be nice right about now…
"Clary!" Oh, there he is. On top of me.
"You landed on my boob!" I complained.
"Suck it up." He surprised me by snarling. "A lot of other stuff is going to be happening soon."
I frowned. That sounded foreboding and just plain mean.
But before I had time to even think about thinking about, well, anything, I was yanked up off the hard sticky floor and being pulled outside.
Ah, fresh air. Wonderful. I gasped a few lungfuls down and down and grinned stupidly when the haziness ebbed slightly. At least now I could make objects out.
I pushed my matted hair off my burning face with both hands, before glancing round with fast blinking eyes.
Dear God, Sebastian looked awful.
His eyes were slightly hollow looking, dark purple half moons lining the skin under them; his face was chalky white, two giant blobs of red the only sign of life on his face. His lips looked dry and he kept smacking them irritatingly together, obviously he was thirsty.
I pushed off the wall and took three staggering lunges towards the pavement. "Well, it was very…" I trailed off as I thought of the word. It wasn't nice- not at all. "It was different_"
I trailed off again as a violent heaving sound drowned out my words.
I glared at Sebastian, annoyed by the interruption but he was bent over, one hand clutching the wall, the other held taut on his knee.
Ohmigod…he was throwing up!
Ew.
I retched as I saw foul watery yellow fluid dribble out of his mouth. I collapsed to the pavement, throwing a hand to my mouth the keep whatever contents was in my stomach, in my stomach.
I don't think people would like to see my puke all over the pavement.
Icky. Very icky.
I swallowed thickly as the smell of vomit suffocated the street, making me gag and heave.
I took shallow pants as I shoved my thick hair off of my shoulders, my eyes carefully staring at one stone on the pavement until I was sure I could look at Sebastian without wanting to hurl.
I peaked up through my lashes as loud uneven footsteps lunged towards me. Sebastian's face was enough to give anyone nightmares for a week. He looked truly awful and he was coming straight for me!
I rolled drunkenly along the pavement, cursing as little stones stabbed me through my skinny jeans.
The haziness was creeping back, coating my brain in a thick layer of acid, slowly burning away every functioning thing that was making me move and think and stay alert.
All the shallow panting didn't help, it was making me extremely dizzy…the street was spinning sickeningly fast, the dark grey pavement whizzing round so that it was a dull fuzzy blur.
I want Jace I thought desperately as Sebastian's cold hand closed tightly on my booted ankle.
I want Jace now!
But how do I get him?
I choked on a gurgled scream as Sebastian dragged me backwards, closer to him. I gagged at the vile scent of alcohol on his breath and clawed my long nails into the sidewalk.
"Let me go! No, no, NO!" I screamed manically as I clumsily kicked out my free foot.
It missed Sebastian by about a half a foot, my aim severely clouded by the alcohol flowing through my body.
I made another assault, lashing my wrist out savagely, aiming to get a nail into his sunken cheek but my arm felt very heavy. It swam painfully slowly through the air, and I knew even through the haze in my brain that it wasn't going to have any effect when it hit his face.
He did grunt as my knuckle dug into his cheekbone, but I was still trapped under him.
In a wild moment of panic, I threw back my head and shrieked. I felt a tear squeeze from my eye and dribble down my cheek, rolling down the line of my jaw until it disappeared down my neck and under the neckline of my top.
"What's going on?"
I inhaled so sharply I choked. "Help," I croaked, the words burning my throat as I forced them out before I had finished choking.
"S'all fine." Sebastian slurred over me. "Me takin' her home. She tripped." He wobbled to his feet before gently helping me up, plucking at my top to right it and straightening out my cardigan.
I stared dubiously at him. "No," I started drunkenly, taking a staggering step towards the guy with black and green spiky hair in front of us. "He_"
A sharp pinch to my arm made me turn and glare. A menacing glow was emanating from Sebastian's eyes.
I gulped, freezing in his grip.
"S'all fine." Sebastian repeated more forcefully.
The green-and-black haired guy frowned, clearly unconvinced but Sebastian had this scary aura engulfing him, promising violence if he didn't get what he wanted.
So the guy backed reluctantly away, and this was when I noticed he had an All Time Low top on.
I opened my mouth to ask him but I remembered Sebastian's mood so I quickly clamped my lips tightly together and took a little step towards him so that we looked more of a normal couple rather than a boy attacking a girl in darkened streets outside a club.
After five minutes of intense breathing and foreboding silence I cleared my throat. "So, I'm going home?" I asked, a hopeful desperation tinting my voice.
He glared at me. Oh dear, maybe I was a little too hopeful.
I was reeled forward, and scooped up by two sweaty arms. I let out a breathless squeak of indignation before I was pulled unbearably close to a clammy chest.
I stared up at Sebastian through ringlets of red frizzy hair as he began walking towards the pavement, his movements uneven because of his insane level of intoxication.
I wriggled slowly, carefully, silently investigating how high my chance of escape was. I was rewarded by arms constricting round my legs and waist as Sebastian grunted warningly at me.
I clutched my purse tightly in my lap, needing something to squeeze, to let my nerves exert their energy onto.
I felt a lump roll gently across my lap and dig lightly into my thighs as I pressed the purse into my legs. With shaking fingers, I tugged open my purse and wrestled out the object.
After staring hard at the object for a moment I let out a little giggle.
Unscrewing the lid of the water, I brought it to my lips and sucked the cool liquid down greedily. The question floating round my brain was, who the hell put it there?
But the thought was much too vague for me to think too hard about it. I pulled the bottle away from my lips with a moist popping sound and breathed deeply as the refreshing liquid helped clear the fogginess in my brain.
If only this was some kind of energy drink, then I could think of a way to get out of here…
But with sudden clarity, I had a wild idea.
I shifted slightly so that I was sitting more stiffly in Sebastian's arms but not stiff enough that he would notice. Slowly counting to three in my head, I let out my remaining breath and hurled the rest of the water into his face.
It had the desired effect. He jerked his head backwards, gasping and spluttering. I dug an elbow into his chest and used it to propel me over his cupped hands and down, down, down until I hit the floor.
I landed awkwardly on my knee, the joint making a sharp clicking sound before a sharp stabbing pain encircled the joint, but I focused on keeping my mind on more important things like not succumbing to the haziness again. The impact from the fall had sent my head jolting forwards, making it swim and my vision darken momentarily.
I leant my head on the sidewalk, wanting more than anything to just rest but when I heard a barbaric yell and a hand closed around my ankle, I scrambled weakly to my hands and knees and scrambled forward.
My boot came flying off, sending Sebastian reeling backwards about five steps, the momentum knocking him clean off his feet and into the curb. I saw blurrily his head cracking against the concrete.
This is your chance a voice snarled savagely at me. MOVE!
I stumbled to my feet, hobbling drunkenly forward on a knee that felt crocked, and one high heel and one bare foot.
I picked up my pace slightly, daring myself to go faster but knowing that if I did, I would loose my already unstable footing and go plummeting to the ground.
I made a lunge at a wall that was heavily graphitised, digging my small fingers into the crocks of the wall, chipping my nail varnish in the process.
I clawed my way up the wall, trying to get a foot into a gap and swing my self over but I was suddenly jerked backwards and slammed into the ground, the air rushing out of me in hard painful gasps.
I stared wildly up at the sky, my chest convulsing as I tried to force air back down my bruised throat.
A head swam into my vision, dark malicious eyes glinting down at me, thirsting for something that my brain just wouldn't comprehend. I prepared myself for impact as my eyes traced the trickle of blood running from his eyebrow to his jaw, from where he hit his head on the curb.
"You're mine bitch." He spat at me, before slipping a hand under my knee, creeping up my thigh until he reached the waistband of my jeans. He shoved a hand down the side of my thigh, and I squirmed as I felt his nails press roughly into my skin.
I let out a loud piercing scream and brought my hands up to shove him.
Why weren't people coming? I mean, of course people in the club wouldn't hear what was happening up the street over the sound of the music but the people in the houses in the street running parallel to the club should do.
So why weren't they helping?
And then, as Sebastian pressed his chapped lips to my neck, I realised that people living near this club must be used to this sort of thing happening on their doorstep. They didn't help because they were used to this happening so often.
I let out a little whimper as Sebastian toyed with the edge of my top before flipping it up so that it showed my stomach. He dragged his lips roughly over mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I gagged on the stale taste of puke in his mouth and bit down hard on his lip.
Her reared back, staring at me with a look of pure disbelief. I rolled frantically form side to side as he brought a hand to his lip and wiped it.
"Get off me!" I yelled, jabbing a fist into his stomach, but it was so weak it barely sent him a centimetre back.
He gripped me by the shoulders, and whacked my head back into the solid concrete a few times. I felt bile rise in my throat as I felt the blood slowly dribble from the wound, down my neck and under the neckline of my shirt.
Sebastian sat panting above me, as I lay dazedly on the floor.
"You're coming with me." Sebastian snarled, rolling off of my hips and crouching on his haunches.
He pulled me up into a sitting position and as he went to stand I lashed out with my hands, nails raking his cheek.
Three ragged cuts instantly appeared on his face, and blood welled up in the grooves.
I pushed myself to my feet and charged blindly away from Sebastian.
Just as I thought I was actually putting some distance between us, a hard jolt and a burning pulsing stabbed me in my shoulder.
I stumbled but remained sure-footed. I peaked over my shoulder and whimpered pathetically as I saw a deep cut rapidly overflowing with dark red glistening blood. On the floor, lying haphazardly about 1ft away from me, my discarded boot lay with a drop of ruby red blood on the tip of the heel.
With a sickening lurch, I realised that he was throwing things at me.
How was I supposed to escape that?
I clutched my purse tightly under my arm and staggered on, shaking my head to get my hair of my face.
I saw a flash of white streak my vision, and a few sparks of red interrupt my sigh and then I was falling to the floor.
I landed in an ungraceful heap, far from the place I wanted to be at but it will have to do. I had no energy left to move any more.
Keeping my body shielded behind a pile of black vile smelling rubbish bags, I took two sharp breaths to try and calm myself. The blinding agony in my head was making it hard to keep my eyes open.
I let the silence wash over me for a moment, not daring to think that Sebastian had left. Left me alone.
Over the pounding blood whooshing through my ears, I peaked cautiously over the top of the bags, and felt my jaw drop as I saw the road was deserted.
Relief washed through me, strong and welcome, as I laughed hysterically at the prospect of what was happening. I was free- Sebastian had gone.
Free.
Free.
Free…
I stood up from the behind the bags, not caring that the ground was sloping up and down beneath my feet. I let my eyes flick closed as I spun happily in circles, arms outstretched, and lips grinning.
I heard a few people exit the club, laughing and joking as they all stumbled off down the street, no doubt, going home.
Like me.
I was going to go home.
I slowed my spinning, arms twirling more slowly as I concentrated on steadying my feet.
My fingers brushed the soft fabric of a cotton t-shirt.
I drew my arms into my sides and planted both feet firmly on the ground.
Heavy breathing was panting just behind my ear.
I opened my eyes, reaching into my purse with blood-covered nails to withdraw my phone when I felt that chilling feeling of being watched.
I paused a moment, telling myself I was being ridiculous. After all, who would be watching me? The drunk, injured, demented girl rifling innocently through her purse?
But the daunting feeling didn't go away, and slowly, ever so slowly, I raised my eyes up a little to look at the stretch of road in front of me.
A shadow was less than half a ft behind me, their posture menacing and aggressive. The shadow slowly, almost tauntingly, raised their hands to level at my neck. Swallowing thickly, I clenched my fists and spun round.
Sebastian was looming over me, eyes wild and alien-like, beyond all reason of compromising.
I swallowed a scream and fell to the floor, tucking my head into my arms that I had crossed over my chest, resting them tensely on my knees.
He followed after me, launching himself at the floor.
With shuddering arms I shot out a hand and dug around frantically in the mess of black bags until my fingers closed round a solid metal rod.
I swung it upwards, meeting Sebastian's face with the metal. Blood squirted out of his split lip as the rod hit the one side of his face, causing the cut to split open and blood to explode out the side. His nose crushed under the rod, snapping grotesquely to one side. He howled and collapsed backwards, his body convulsing on the ground.
Without wasting another moment, I crawled backwards on my butt using my feet to propel me, causing my injured knee to buckle under the pressure, until my hand could reach inside my open purse. I clasped my phone to my chest like a lifeline, barely having time to unlock it and hit the speed dial before the sobs started racking through my body.
My chest heaved after each outburst of tears, causing my teeth to chatter and my shoulders to jerk.
I half pushed, half dragged myself away from the convulsing body in front of me, crawling down the opening of a dark alleyway.
I nestled myself in between two rusty metal dumpsters, the cold emanating from the wall and ground seeping into my bones through the bloody rips in my clothes.
Letting my aching body crumple back into the wall, I barely had enough time to take a breath before I fell into a bottomless pit of grabbing, searching hands reaching for me in the never ending darkness.
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