Hello, I just want to clear something up, I forgot to say this in the last chapter, but this story, as it says in the summary, is a different way that clary is introduced to the shadow world. Basically, valentine was ready earlier, but he wanted Jocelyn and he also found out about clary and wanted her as well. You'll find out more later, it's quite predictable what happens, but I'm still going to write it. When I stop this story, it means that the rest should follow along with the mortal instruments books, with a few changes which you will find out what they are by continuing this fanfiction.

This fanfiction won't be very long because of this, but it is my fist fanfiction, so I don't want it to be too long.

Chapter 2

Clary pov

"No…no…no…no, agggghhhh!" I exclaimed as I looked through my clothes. I wasn't really the fashion type of girl. I sighed, I never really need to dress up, and so I don't have those kinds of clothes. Most of my clothes were patterned or dark. I finally decided on an outfit, floral jeans, a dirty orange shirt and a brown coat that covered my butt.

I looked over at the time as I pulled my converses on, it was quarter past eleven. I grabbed my shoulder bag and headed down stairs. While I was descending, I was looking through my bag to check for my phone, wallet, a pencil and my sketch pad. All of a sudden I plunged forwards, face fist. I shoved my hands in front of my face to protect it from the landing. I landed with I loud thud on the carpet and a smash. I groaned and looked up to see I had smashed a vase.

"CLARY!? What in god's name was that?" my mum said as she came out of the kitchen, "OH! Honey, are you all right?!"

She rushed over to me and helped me up, "yeah, I'm fine, nothings broken." I grunted as I stood up.

"You really ought to be more careful, this must be the third time this week you've managed to fall down the stairs!" mum exclaimed.

"Yeah, I ought to." I mumbled as I started heading for the door, "well, I better get going mum, I'll be back later."

"Be careful!" she said, like every time I left the house, "and try not to mumble."

"No promises." I yelled back.

I shut the door behind me and sighed, it was good to be out in the fresh air. I started off towards Stuart St. As I made my way along the path in what I hopped would eventually get me to the right café in under 15 minutes, I kept thinking about how I wished I wasn't going to meet this guy, he was weird, I refuse to go on a second date, god, I hope nothing will change my mind.

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I must have been half way there, my guess at least, when I saw a flash of black in the corner of my eye, I spun around only to see nothing. I stared, I swear I saw something! All of a sudden, I see three people in black clothes just pop into existence between one blink. I gasped, my hand reaching to my mouth, one of them, a boy with blond hair looked up, when he saw me staring at them, he looked alarmed and pointed me out to his friends, a girl and another guy, and they looked at me. After a quick exchange of words they started to cross the street in my direction. I snapped around and took of down the street with them in hot pursuit. I rounded the corner and ran into an alleyway and popped behind a bin.

I could hear running feet. All of a sudden, they stopped. I peeked around the bin to see the three people standing about 5 meters away from me with their backs facing me. They stated to talk.

"Where'd she go?!" one of the guys said with an angelic voice.

"I dunno, look, we'll find her later, we have to find him first, okay?" the other boy said.

"okay." The other two said, and they all headed off.

I let out a sigh of relief and stood up, brushing of some dirt on my jeans. These last two days have been weird, I'm seeing things popping in and out of existence, and people are following me, random creepy guys asking me out, this is not normal. I peeked around the corner of the ally just in time to see the three teenagers run around the corner on the other side of the rode at an incredibly fast pace. I walked out and continued on my way, keeping an eye out for the three again, or anything weird happening.

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Once I finally found the café, it was only 11.32am, so I wasn't really late. I walked in through the door and looked at my surroundings, I was like any other café, tables and chairs, a counter a couple of couches, etc. I looked around for the guy from yesterday; I couldn't see him, so I went and sat down to wait for him.

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I looked down at the time for what seemed the ten thousandth time; it was now quarter to 12. Had he stood me up? I bet he had, I decided that I wasn't going to wait any longer. I stood up to head out of the café, but as I took the first few steps in the direction of the door, it opened and he came in.

I sighed, I would have preferred for him to not come at all. He didn't seem to look around at all; he walked straight over to a table and sat down, not noticing me at all. I stared at him, and headed over towards him. He looked up, "ahhh, finally, taking your time, I thought you were meant to be here at 11.30, not quarter to twelve!" he exclaimed.

I stared at him, "excuse me, I've been here since 11.30am, and you only turn up now, and tell me that I'm late, some date."

I pulled a chair out and sat down. Something flashed behind his black eyes, but it was gone before I could recognise what it was. We sat there for a couple of minutes, staring at our menus. When a waitress finally came we ordered, I didn't want anything but coffee, I would eat later. The waitress took away our menus, the only thing keeping us from plummeting into the most awkward of silences. I sighed and he looked up at me, "you're awfully quite."

"Just thinking of how to start a conversation, you're not really beaming with conversation either." I said.

The first part wasn't true, 25% of my thoughts were on now and the awkward silence, the other 75% was on the three teenagers from earlier. He frowned, "aha."

I sighed, even though I didn't want to be here, I would prefer to talk than to sit here in silence. "We could introduce ourselves you know, I mean I don't even know your name."

He smiled a rather charming smile, "Sebastian mor- Verlac, Sebastian Verlac."

I frowned; I think he was lying to me, who would mistake their own last name? I put on a smile quickly and said, "Clary fray."

He smirked, though instead of looking arrogant, it looked a bit…off. "Pleased to make your acquaintance miss clary fray."

I bit down a grimace and forced myself to smile and say, "yes, a pleasure."

He didn't seem to notice my mood and continued on, "so clary, what do you do in your spare time?"

He actually seemed genially interested; I was confused to his different attitudes, his forward demandingness from yesterday, and jerk from the start of today, and now almost charming? "I'm an artist, like my mother, and you?"

His face grew dark for a moment at the mention of my mother, before regaining his composure, "I…exercise quite a lot."

He seemed hesitant, like he was trying to come up with something normal as close to what he actually did, I wondered if he would ever say something truthful. I forced myself to not roll my eyes, if he was being truthful, how original of him, the hot boys are jerks and plays a lot of sport. Before we could say anything else, our orders were places in front of us.

He ate and we both drank for at least 10 minutes, firing questions ate each other. I began to answer a question of his, about Simon, when Sebastian sat up stared and stared behind me.

I frowned, and gasped as I heard a huge smash of glass behind me. I turned around just in time to see an angel flying through the café window.