The Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction

All of Me

Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments totally belongs to Cassandra Clare and this fan fiction was inspired by the song All of Me by John Legend. This plot is totally my own.

Chapter 2

Jonathan's POV

"So, do you want me to start from the very beginning or what?" I said as we settled down on the couch. Sylvia sat facing me. Her face as hard as stone but I saw anticipation in her eyes.

"Start from...well the beginning,"

"Well that was the most complicated part you could say, but you just have to believe in me," I said, looking deep into her eyes. She nodded.

"Okay, I am not totally...human. I am...well in the bible my kind was called the nephilim, but we called ourselves shadowhunter. We have a mandate and that is to kill demons that are lurking in this world. You could say that I am a bit...different from other shadowhunter as I got some demon blood in me actually..."

"You're speaking nonsense... what in the fucking world—"

"Listen to me. I am not speaking nonsense or what. This is the truth,"

"Prove it,"

"Fine," I said, a little challenged by her. I took out my dagger and my stele from my boots and the cup from my belt. I placed all those items on the coffee table in front of me. "This is obviously a dagger as you could see but it metal compound was not as your normal dagger, the metal in this dagger was mixed with electrum which is poisonous to demons and this is my stele," I said showing her my stele.

"This is just a...rod of glass," she said and I laughed at it.

"It is far from a rod of glass Sylvia, stele...well you could say that it is like a...what is that thing that mundane calls it...umm...oh yeah! Wand, you could call it something like a wand. This stele is the thing we used to draw all this tattoos," I said pointing at the scrawls of runes on my skin. "This tattoos are called runes and each one of it held different type of powers like strength or precision for example and this stele is not just a rod of glass, it is made out of this heavenly substance called the adamas it this stele can only be used by and on a shadowhunter. If any runes was to placed on a human, they could die," I stopped for awhile. "You get it so far?" I asked and she nodded slowly. "Okay see this, there is also runes for healing, I'll show you,"

I picked up my dagger and sliced it across my palm, blood seeped out and I could hear Sylvia gasp. I look at her and said "Watch this," I picked up my stele and draw an iratze on my wrist and the wound quickly stitch itself back, fibre, by fibre until not a slight scar was left except for my fading iratze. I look at Sylvia and her expression was pure astonishment. "Believe me now?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah okay yeah, so that was the rune for healing?" she asked, her wide green eyes asking for answers and I nodded. She bit her lower lips and nodded too. Then she said "please proceed with your story,"

"Okay so where was I?"

"The part where you got demon blood," she reminded me.

"Okay, okay so yeah I got demon blood because my fucked up father gave demon blood to my mom when I was in her womb so yeah. I was a bit different from other shadowhunter who was just half angel and human. I am stronger, faster yet if I lose control I would be extremely cruel and ruthless sometimes without me realizing it, it just..happen. My mother fled after this one big uprising, and she left me with my dad, you see she hated me, I mean nobody would want to raise up a monster like me but my father took me under his wings. My father was very strict with me, he would whip me with demon coil so that I would heal slowly. But, he made me his man and when he was still alive, I helped him plot a plan to accomplish his vision. When he died, I actually died to, but then my demon mother, Lilith brought me back to life by binding my soul to my adoptive brother. I also had a sister it was all fucked up I made this evil plan because I wanted to rule this world, I wanted to rule demons that was me. I was the bad guy, evil whatever you can say it but that was me. But when my plan almost accomplished, a group of shadowhunter ambushed and I almost lost in that battle. I retreated to the woods. I don't know what happened or how it happened but my ties to my adopted brother was severed and that caused the blood on my shirt as the rune on my chest that binds me to my adoptive brother was burned out. It caused a deep hallow inside me and that was why I was in so much pain just now. I was running away the whole night from that group of shadowhunter I guessed that was why I did not feel the pain at first,"

I searched her face to see whether I still had her or she was lost. She blinked as said "Okay, so now, you are the bad guy, running away from that little shadowhunter group?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Oh fuck," she said and slumped to the chair, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I am so sorry, if you want me to leave I will and I will cause no harm towards you,"

Her eyes snapped open and she glared at me. "Okay...what's that supposed to mean...Now, since I've told my story why don't you tell yours? Then you can throw me out of this house," I said. I felt to sunny somehow...no not funny it is...giddy. this is so weird.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" she said.

"Umm...Yeah I did, so that it'll be fair,"

"I save you from being eaten by god knows what in the forest,"

"Well I just told you the secrets which no mundane ever knew of. That's kind off a big deal so the scale weighted on my side of the scale," I said to her.

"Tell me about this cup first," she said pointing to the Infernal Cup. I raised my eyebrow to the max as if I was asking her if she really wanted to know about it. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you really want to know, it is not really a nice story, this cup,"

"What, you have to kill me if I know about it? Plus it the story you told me was not that nice anyway,"

"Oh really? They was not nice?"

"I half expected it to be like a fairytale, like I discover a wounded prince or something," her eyes was dancing with humour and I found it really beautiful like that.

"Well sorry to crush your fantasy but I am no prince," I said with a fake resentment in my voice.

"I still want to know about the cup," she said this time with determination in her voice.

"Okay, you remember the part where I was the evil guy?"

"Yes,"

"Well I tried to turn other shadowhunter into evil-lord like me using this cup," I said lifting the cup from the table and showed it to her.

"How can you turn other people into 'evil-lord' like you by using a cup?" she said, mocking my tone when she said evil-lord. Cute.

"Okay, I told you that shadowhunter are part angle and part human right?" I asked her and she nodded. "Okay so the history start like this, the crusaders, summoned Angel Raziel long time ago and they asked to make something like strong warriors, so the angel poured his blood mixed with one of the crusade's blood, his name was Jonathan Shadowhunter. With that Raziel gave them the gift of a Mortal Sword, and another mortal instruments called the mirror which is the lake where the crusades summoned him, Lake Lyn. So those who drank from the cup become half angel and half human, shadowhunter. Gifted with the power of runes, the cup was called the Mortal Cup,"

"So this is the Mortal Cup?" she asked.

"No, this is another cup, the Infernal Cup, I asked one of the skilled weapon-smith of the shadowhunter to made this for me using the same exact stuff as the Mortal Cup once made, the adamas."

"So, what make this cup evil?" she asked with a slight confusion in her voice.

"Okay remember when I told you the Angel Raziel poured his blood into the Mortal Cup?" I asked and she nodded. "Okay so I got a demon to poured her blood into this cup mixed with my blood so that the blood inside this cup was...well evil," I said mockingly.

"Okay...this is all so crazy," she said again slumping to the chair, the time pinching her forehead. I smiled at that. Funny, nobody ever made me smile, even Clary.

"You asked for the story that come with a warning, not my fault,"

"YOU ARE CRAZY DUDE!WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO ALL THOSE THINGS?!" she exasperation

"I don't have much choice, I was raised to be this way and I helped my father in a war which already caused me death, I come back to life and it is a life of running and hiding, I was already the bad guy, why try to be something else, plus nobody would even buy it if I truly repented and be the good guy, I got demon blood, demons are evil so what's the point of trying anyway? It will cost me nothing but just death all over again. I would still be punished. Whatever it is I won't win unless I do this. Even if I died, nobody would even grieve for me, even if I tried to be the good guy, nobody would wear white for me, mourn for me, not even my mother I knew it for a fact. So tell me, was there even any point in trying to be good when nobody going to care about you at all? Was it worth it dying without giving them something to remember? At least if I do this, I died, I would maybe remembered, I would be a lesson to everybody else, I did something rather than sit around, doing nothing and rot. I did not choose to be born with a demon blood, I would never want it even if I get to choose," I said and for a moment there was silence.

I ran out of her house and I could her calling me but I ignored her. I walked fast, afraid if I run, I would lose control of myself.

"Jonathan!" she said, she caught me by my arm, she was panting, her cheek flushed red and her breathing was ragged. "Don't leave," she said.

"Why?"

"Well, it would be rude to leave my house without asking my permission don't you think?"

I looked at her incredulously. This mundane girl.

"I thought it was rude to enter a house without permission,"

"Well you entered with my will and you leave without any," she said, her voice testing me.

"Well I am asking to leave now mademoiselle," I said.

"I don't allow you to leave, let's go back to my house,"

"What? I thought—"

"Hush, no words," she said and she dragged me back to her house, no question between us.

...

We were in the kitchen, she was making hot chocolate.

"Here you go," she said, handing me the mug with steaming hotchocolate with marshmallows floating about.

"Thank you," I took a sip and I was taken to Heaven."This is good stuff!" I said to her and she smiled proudly.

"Thank you," she said.

"Okay, now that told you my story, don't you think it would be fair if you told me yours?"

"What make you thought of so?"

"Well literally, I told you the secrets of the world that o mundane ever knew of so I do deserve to know about you," actually even if I told you nothing, I would still want to know all about you. Shit, what the hell was that?

She rolled her eyes and threw her hands in frustration. "Okay fine I'll tell you," she said, an annoyed expression was clear on her face.

"Okay, start from the beginning," I said and smiled at her. She threw an incredulous expression towards me and jumped to her story.

"Okay well, I am just typical actually, my parents married very young, so my mother did not know that my father was abusive so she was roughed up pretty badly. After she gave birth to me, she left me with my grandparents. My grandparents died when I was two I was put under the custody of my father. I never knew who he was until that time. In front of everybody, he was really kind but nobody know what was going on behind the doors. He was an alcoholic, he would hit me and threw mean words, no 5 years old should hear. When I was 12, he tried to rape me and I killed him. I killed him with his own gun, I was in the juvenile court for almost a month, testifying in front of heartless beings. They thought I was lying, since my father was so called the good guy but fortunately I won the case and was sent to the foster home. There I was bullied, kids was mean but nothing that they do would trigger me anymore. I turned 19 earlier this year and I collected enough money from working everywhere undercover in my time when I was in the foster home to move here from a small town in The West Country of England to here, countryside of France, to run away from all the bitter past and make anew here," she smiled a little but I could see that her eyes was glassy.

I hold her hands and give her a small smile."I guess both of us are scared of something aren't we?"

"Yeah, of course," she said wiping the tear that almost fall. "I think in a way, we are the same somehow,"

"In what way?"

"Both of us are not exactly wanted so we learn how to live on our own in a way,"

We looked into each other's eyes, her green eyes spoke to me, not like Clary's green eyes, her eyes was like a precious emerald. She is so...

Uggh...what is happening to me.

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A/N that is chapter 2...what do you think? It is a bit longer than chapter one.:) thank you for reading and please please please review and tell me what you think about this. All sort of criticism are totally accepted.