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Chapter Two

I bolt up to where I am in a sitting position, and turn on the light. Just as I do, the door softly opens, revealing a disheveled Luke. Normal, considering it's one in the morning.

"Hey Clare-bear." He says, walking over and carefully sitting on the bed to avoid my feet.

Night terrors, is what they call them. They more or less are memories about that one dreaded night. "Hey."

He runs his fingers through his hair. "Were they the same as usual?"

I nod. I get these quite frequently, always stopping where either Jace tells me that he will kill me, or Luke comes in. They never show the part where Luke takes me back to his house.

I've been living in Brooklyn for the past six years of my life. I am legally Clary Fray, a regular teenager whose parents both died in a tragic fire when I was ten.

If they only knew.

I've never forgotten Jace Herondale. His name often creeps into my mind. The boy who blames his ruined life on me. I wish I could tell him, wish I could explain to him that I didn't. It was only my father.

Luke captures me in a warm embrace. "Try to get some sleep, okay?" He kisses the top of my head, and turns off the lamp.

I lay down as he's making his way towards the door. He stops before leaving. "Good night."

I smile. "Good night."

The next day goes by in a blur. I make several sketches that day, of random things and people I've seen.

Just as it's about dinnertime, Luke pops his head into my room. "Hey Clary, I've just got a message from the Clave."

I stop, pencil dropping on the floor with a thump. "What do they want?" I say, nervously.

"They just sent me a message saying that all shadowhunters are required to go to the nearest Institute due to attacks on shadowhunters and downworlders." He says, running a hand through his hair.

I sigh. "Okay, why does that apply to me? I'm not exactly part of the shadowhunter world, now am I?"

He looks me straight in the eye this time. "I want you to be safe, Clary. You're like the daughter I've never had, and I want you to be safe. So, I am going to be taking you to the Institute of New York tomorrow under a disguise rune and fake name."

I cock my head a little. "Why do I need to hide myself?"

He laughs. "Well, you undoubtedly look like your mother, so it would kind of be a dead giveaway."

I smile. "When do I have to leave?"

His smile falters. "Tomorrow. I have already warned them that a Jessica Fray is coming."

Jessica. I love that name. It rolls off your tongue. "Well, I guess I better get packing then."

Luke gets up. "Yep. I delivered pizza, so you should be able to eat in a few minutes.

"Okay."

I pack up my suitcase and I am ready to go the next morning. I put on my rune so that my hair is a very dark brown, and my eyes are a murky hazel color. After grabbing a quick bite of breakfast, Luke takes me on the drive. It takes us about half an hour before we pull up in front of what must be the Institute.

The large building resembles a castle, with a big stone entryway. Pillars and columns can be seen from almost any angle. It stands about five stories high, a giant structure. In the night, it must be really creepy. The glamour makes it look like an old graveyard, but shadowhunters know the difference.

Luke parks the car right in front. He helps me take the bag, but stops right in front of the steps.

"This is the farthest I can take you. Downworlders are not allowed to enter the Institute without permission."

I hug him tightly, "I'll miss you. Thank you so much, for everything that you've done."

He kisses the top of my forehead. "Goodbye Clary. Remember, I'll always be watching. I'm sure you'll fit right in with the Lightwoods."

I wave as he drives away in his blue pickup, and then cautiously make my way up to the door, lugging my suitcase behind.

I knock on the giant oak doors. After a minute or two, they open to reveal a tall girl with jet black hair. Her eyes are a chocolate brown color, and she's the kind of person I'd really like to draw.

She smiled warmly. "Hey, I'm Isabelle Lightwood, but you can call me Izzy. You must be Jessica Fray, right?"

"Yeah. That's me." I say, fidgeting with the ends of my coat tie. I wonder if she can tell I'm not who I say I am.

"My mom, Maryse, told me to show you around. You might meet my father or younger brother, but my two older brothers are too busy training. You'll meet them at dinner time."

I nod. Seems pretty simple. I follow Isabelle down some corridoors, and I meet Max Lightwood and Robert Lightwood. She shows me too my room and I put my stuff in there, decorating it with the few things that I have. By the time I'm done, it's six and time for dinner.

Izzy has the room right next to me, and she walks me to the dinner hall, where I'm supposed to meet her other to brothers and her mother.

I walk into a long room with a long table. The table is set for seven.

A black haired boy that looks just like Izzy walks in, but he has blue eyes. He is every muscular, and looks to be about eighteen. "Hey, I'm Alec Lightwood." He says, while holding his hand out.

"Jessie Fray." I say, shaking his hand.

And then, a blond haired boy walks in, with tawny gold eyes, same muscular build.

It can't be. Not now, not here. He looks at me with those eyes, and says, "Hi, my name's Jace Herondale."

I freeze. My entire body stiffens as I recall that day.

A hand is on my shoulder. I turn to see none other than Jace Herondale. His tear stained face, and gold eyes looks at me and says, "I will kill you. You killed my father. I will kill you. I swear on the angel."

His eyes are the last thing I see before darkness overtakes me.

Tell me if that's good. Talk to you later :O

Josie