My Immortal
Chapter One: Am I Dreaming?
"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears"
My Immortal by: Evanescence
It was unbelievably cold and quiet. Every creak in the floor put to rest. Every door silently shut. Every light burned away by darkness. Every person in a deep sleep. There was no possibility for sound. That is, until, a resounding scream filtered throughout the walls of the house.
Doors swung open noisily. The wood shifted and screeched by the pounding of moving feet. Lights flickered on and off; living, dying, and resurrecting again and again. Every person in the house was now well awake. Except for one.
A blonde haired boy barged into a room and quickly ran over to the bed of the only sleeping girl. Twisted blankets curved around her body as she rolled about. The bed, smaller than most of the others in the house, almost couldn't hold the length of her movements. In fact, the red headed girl had nearly fell off of the bed before the blonde boy got to her.
"Clary! Wake up!"
Other people had shuffled into the room behind him, but they didn't matter. Only she did.
He scooped her small frame into his arms and shook her softly. When that didn't work, he tried several more gentle techniques to awaken her when he realized they also wouldn't wake her.
He looked up at a dark haired girl, "Isabelle, get some water." The girl nodded and quickly pranced out of the room, leaving behind four people.
The boy ran a hand up and down the girl's cheek to sooth her, hoping it would calm her nightmares. He slid a red curl out from her eyes and behind her ear slowly. His fingers grazed over her cheekbone once again.
Her skin was soft to the touch, though slightly damp with dewy sweat. A crease had developed between her eyes brows, in which the boy smoothed over with his tender fingers. Freckles splayed across her, otherwise, pale nose and cheeks. His fingers glided over each one in soothing circles.
"Please, no. Please."
The girl's lips barely moved, but the words had managed to slip quietly passed them. They broke his heart. His fingers rubbed against her pink lips as if willing them not to cry out again. They were successful.
Clary's face seemed significantly smoother, no longer creased with worry and sorrow. Her eyes fluttered open. They were an emerald green, exactly like the gemstone. The boy smiled at the sight of them.
"Jace," she whispered.
He breathed in and out slowly. "Yes."
Relief flickered through her eyes before a sudden worry replaced it quickly.
She pouted, "Am I dreaming?" Her voice cracked and her eyes began to tear up. Jace slid a careful thumb up her cheek to catch the escaped tears.
"No, baby. Not anymore." The raspy rumble of his voice was seemed to come from the back of his throat, allowing him to not talk past her ears. It soothed Clary. She let in a deep breath of air and slowly blew it back out. It was okay. He was still here and he was calming her. He had his arms wrapped around her petite body, not curled abnormally on concrete. He was warm underneath her, not cold to the touch. His golden eyes stared back at her full of life, not dull, not blank. He was here not nowhere.
He is here.
Abruptly, Clary's arms flung around Jace's neck and held him there tightly. He had to stay here, in her arms. He would stay here forever. She wasn't going to let him go this time.
"I miss you," she whispered in his ear. She could feel him chuckle before she could hear it. It was a lovely sound. It reminded Clary of brown sugar and a warm blanket. She wasn't sure why, but that's what it was like. Comforting.
His arms held her waist snugly now, over the initial surprise of her attack. He moved his head to kiss her shoulder, which had positioned itself in his neck. His lips lingered there. Clary liked that a lot.
"I'm right here. No need to miss me anymore," he mumbled against her shoulder.
"Jace?" He nodded in acknowledgement. "Can I sleep with you?"
He laughed, "Of course, you can, baby."
The sun was much brighter than usual. Perhaps the cold air was finally making a graceful exit? Clary shook her head. Probably not.
"So, Clary! Are you going to class today?"
She whipped her head to the direction of the very feminine voice. Not again.
A bleached blonde haired girl stood in front of Clary. It wasn't often that Clary conversed with her anymore, since the girl figured out that Clary had the ability to stick up for herself. Well, that and for the fact that Clary was friends with Isabelle Lightwood, who would enjoy kicking Kaelie's ass. Clary smiled at the thought.
Kaelie certainly did not disappoint her reputation (or her lacking maturity) and decided that since all seniors, which included her boyfriend and Isabelle, would be testing today, that picking on little Clary wouldn't stir up too much trouble. No harm done when the threatening people aren't around, right?
Kaelie circled her. If she didn't get off this sidewalk and into the school building in ten seconds, she'd certainly regret it. So she made to sprint for the door.
Unfortunately, her wrist was caught by a small cold hand. Long (fake) nails scratched along Clary's wrist, making her yelp. Damn it. She wasn't getting out of it now.
"Where do you think you're going, Tiny Tits? Running off to that geek of a friend of yours?"
A heat flared in Clary's stomach. What could she say to that, though? It was true.
Kaelie's plump red lips smacked into a smirk. "Aww! Look at the blush on your face! So adorable."
A few of Kaelie's friends made their way up to the two girls. Uh oh.
Catching Clary's stare behind her, Kaelie looked in the very direction of her gaze. "Oh! Looks like it's time to have fu-"
Clary snatched her arm from Kaelie's grasp and made a beeline for the doors to the stairs that led to the roof.
She heard a yell behind her. "You little brat! Oh, well! See ya later!"
As soon as Clary made it to the roof top she laid out on the floor. This was going to be a long day.
Hey guys! Sorry for such a shorty. It was kind of a leading-up-to-the-important-part chapter. I'll work on that! ANYWAY! CoHF comes out today! YAYYYY! I'm going to get it tomorrow after I get my permit! Can't wait!
WARNING (PLEASE READ): THIS STORY IS GOING TO AND IS SUPPOSED TO BE CONFUSING. ALL WILL BE RESOLVED IN THE END. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE.
Thoughts please, lovelies. And of course any suggestions. It was my 16th birthday Sunday. I deserve some reviews. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments Series or any of its characters (Cassandra Clare) or the song My Immortal (Evanescence). They both rightfully belong to their owners. However, I do own my ideas and this story. Do me the honor and do NOT copy, translate, edit, or use my words in ANY way. That, ladies and gentlemen, is called plagiarism. Did you know plagiarism is illegal? Yeah it is. So don't do it. Not only is it illegal, but it is extremely rude and uncreative.
Keep on rocking,
Autumn
