Hey guys! So here is another chapter to my brand new story! This is a pretty action packed chapter and I promise that the next one will contain lots of action too. I am also thinking of getting a beta so if you want to be one, please PM me as soon as possible. Just because I love you guys, expect another chapter in one or two more days.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments.
Clary giggled as her hand pulled away from her mother's face. A bright purple handprint decorated her mother's left cheek and now, there was a blue one on her right. Jocelyn shifted Clary's small body closer and strode over to the hallway mirror, admiring her new look.
"Hmm, it looks great, but I think it's missing something." Clary tilted her head in confusion and gasped as the cool paint touched her face. Staring at the mirror, Clary's face broke into a grin as she watched her mother use a finger to paint a green cat on her cheek. Twisting her head around, Clary laughed at the lopsided smile on the cat's face and unhooked an arm from her mother's neck. She wiggled around for some room and managed to pull out one of the cameras from the chest's drawers.
Getting the hint, Jocelyn laughed and grabbed the camera before Clary could drop it. Supporting Clary on her hip, she snapped several pictures, each featuring the two of them smiling or making a silly face. Jocelyn set the camera down and gently brushed the hair away from her daughter's face. Nine years. I left Idris nine years ago and five months later, I had Clarissa. I will never see the glass towers again but she's worth it. It was all worth it.
Thinking about Idris made Jocelyn remember Magnus's surprise visit this morning. While Clary was asleep, Magnus came over to warn her about select members of the Clave coming to inspect the New York Institute. After a group of demons exploited the safety defaults in the Paris Institute, the Clave was not taking any more chances and planned a surprise visit. Somehow, Magnus got word that they were coming and decided to warn her ahead of time. Normally, he wouldn't bother doing this for one of the nephilim, but he probably didn't want to lose a valued customer.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Jocelyn saw that Clary was starting to get bored and began to play with her necklace. For her eighth birthday, Jocelyn gave Clary a simple silver chain, with two rings: the Graymark and Fairchild rings. To any mundane, these rings were at most an odd present to give an eight year old child, but if anything happened to Jocelyn, they guaranteed that she would be given a home. As ruthless the Clave could be, their depleted ranks meant that they would never turn away a child with Clave blood and Jocelyn had to make sure that Clary would always have someone to protect her, even if it meant returning her to the nephilim.
In that situation, whoever found Clary would assume that Luke was her father and she would not be branded a traitor; at most, she would be scorned for being fathered by a werewolf. Still, Jocelyn prayed that none of this would happen. Few people knew what had actually happened and even fewer knew the complete truth.
Gently, Jocelyn pulled the chain out of Clary's hands and proposed an "adventure". Clary wrinkled her nose at that word, but Jocelyn quickly appeased her by promising a trip to the comic bookstore. Still feeling reluctant, Clary slid to the ground and quickly changed for their outing.
~o.O.o~
"Alright Clary. Where do we go next?" Clary sighed and tugged her mom's hand down the street. A year ago, her mom proposed that they go on an adventure, but after four of these so called "adventures" Clary quickly grew tired of them. They always went to one of three places and by now, Clary could probably walk to all of them with her eyes closed.
Clary was always tempted to ask her mom why she had to know how to walk to these places, but every time they went, her mom had this weird look on her face. It meant that she was scared, and nothing scared her mom. Nothing. All her mom would tell her is that is anything should happen to her, she should run to Luke's place or go to this flat in Brooklyn. If it was a real emergency and something bad happened to her mom, she had to go straight to this beat up church.
Today, they were headed to the church, though Clary couldn't understand why. It looked beat up and their was trash all over the place. Plus, they always had to wear hoods and sunglasses. Her mom called it playing pretend, but Clary could tell that there was more to it. Her mom always looked more scared when they went here, yet she insisted that Clary know how to get there.
Once Clary asked what she was supposed to do or say when she got to the church. Her mom told her to place her hand on the door and say "In the name of the angel, I seek sanctuary." They never actually tried it but her mom swore that it would work. Then, she had to go find whoever lived in the church, which sounded crazy to Clary, and demand protection as "a child of the Clave". None of this made sense and Clary prayed that she wouldn't be forced to use any of it. She didn't want someone to see her and think that she was a crazy girl who spoke to doors.
"Good job Clary! Now why don't we go to the comic bookstore and then get some ice cream!" Shrieking in excitement, Clary forgot her annoyance of going on this adventure and quickly followed her mom towards a waiting cab.
~o.O.o~
Clary and her mom walked out of the restaurant laughing. It was dark outside and Clary could barely make out the slight twinkle of the stars when she looked up. Whenever they went out for dinner, they always went to different restaurants and this one was one of her new favorites. Hand in hand, they walked down the street and Clary barely noticed that they were near the old church.
Two pale skinned guys were in the opposite direction and Clary felt her mom's hand tighten. The guys didn't pay them any attention until they got closer and one of them immediately stopped. His friend stopped right away and looked confused.
The first man circled the two of them and Clary wrapped her arm around her mother's leg. "You look familiar. Where have I seen you before? You and your daughter are the angel's children but I usually do not care to remember your kind's faces."
"I'm sure that you must be mistaken. I don't know what you mean and if you will excuse me, my daughter and I have to leave."
"Not so fast." The man lunged impossibly fast and stepped in front of them. His eyes were narrowed but recognition quickly dawned on his face. "It's you. You are the woman who-"
The man never got a chance to finish his sentence. He and his friend quickly turned their noses towards an alley and the silent one prepared to leave. He looked at the speaker, waiting for his orders and raised his eyebrows when he was told to stay and fight.
"I smell eight demons. Grab your daughter and go before they-" The man was interrupted as a hideous black monster came up to them. It was covered in eyes and had a nasty looking tail, like a scorpion. Clary distantly heard herself scream and felt her mother push her in the direction of the church. Forcing herself to breath, she could make out her mother screaming at her to run and then pulling out a large blade from her boots.
Clary's blood was rapidly pumping through her veins as she tried running away. Her short legs slowed her down and one of the monsters broke away from the pack. Clary's mom tried to stop it but her hands were full and it leapt right in front of her. A long tongue rolled out of its mouth and saliva dripped out as all of its eyes began to appraise her. One of the two men, the leader, broke away and was by her side in less than a second. With incredible strength, he seized the monster by its jaws and literally ripped it apart. The monster let out a terrible scream and seemed to cave in itself.
Clary wanted to look at it more but the man snatched her up. He ignored her screams and ran to the side of the church, ripping the padlock off an intricate looking gate. They entered a strange and spacious room, and the man put her down. As he pounded on a tall set of doors, Clary looked around. Tables were set up near a fancy water fountain and to the side, there was a bathroom. She was confused and terrified. Where did this man take her? Even more important, what were those things and where was her mother?
Please Read and Review! P.S I tried describing this room based off the Sanctuary in Clockwork Angel. I apologize if I got it wrong.
