"MUM!" I scream, helplessly. I could feel my blood flowing through the deep gnash on my wrist, despite the half-finished iratze. My mind, slowly… slowly drifting away…
"Simon. Stop it's Jocelyn. IT'S NOT CLARY!" Jace screams at top volume.
"I can't. I should have told you this before, but I haven't eaten for months and it's kind of hard to stop. Like what happens to… M-Maureen" Simon mumbles.
"Don't! Clary will be distraught. She'll be an orphan, Simon, STOP!"
"Sssimonn" I whisper, not totally understanding the whole situation. Silently, I slip away into a place full of Heavenly Fire, with images of my mother writhing in pain in the fronts of my eyelids
*5 hours later*
"MUM!" I scream, helplessly, just like I did earlier on.
"She's awake" I hear, a male voice mixing around with all of the murmurs of this claustrophobic, enclosed room. Quite worryingly, I hear another prominent voice repeating, "She won't like this. She won't like what's happened!"
"What won't I like?" I sit up, glaring straight into the cat-like eyes of… MAGNUS!
"Well," he says in his deep, clear voice, "Something's happened to Jocelyn, your mother."
No this can't be happening; visions of earlier on fill my mind. The best case scenario, my mum living, and worst… dea- I don't want to think that. NO! SHE SURVIVED! I know she did!
"Simon, understandable for a new vampire, lost control and accidentally drunk her blood. Too much blood…"
"And?"
"I'm so sorry Clary it was the only option" Simon looks me right in the eye with a sheepish look.
"What?"
"She wouldn't have survived, "started Magnus, "You wouldn't want that, would you?". It sounded like he was talking to a confused child.
"Spit it out, she needs to know as soon as possible" Jace replies for me.
"We gave her – bearing in mind it's the only way she would have survived – some of Simon's blood. She died literally moments later."
"And my blood, too, so she can be a daylighter" Jace chips in.
"SHE'S A VAMPIRE? MY INNOCENT MOTHER! HOW DARE YOU SIMO-"
"Clary, it wasn't his fault."
"Don't stand up for him, Jace! Jocelyn's my-my…" I cut off desperately.
"Look. She's been buried in the garden. Better to get her buried quickly because it takes a while to get from Mountain Idris to her to a graveyard. And you also know that vampires take only a few hours to stir again. About…"
"I know all this, remember? So what your saying is that my MOTHER," I shot an evil glance at Simon, "is about to dig her way out of her grave?"
"Yeah, about now. Don't worry; I watered her grave for you! It should be easier for her to get out," Jace smirks and holds out his hand towards me, "Come, there aren't any ducks in the garden".
"I thought that was you who didn't like ducks?" I say as I clasp his hand in mine.
"I don't, don't like them. If you know what I mean," he answers, "I HATE them".
"That's my Jace", I grin and head out into the frosty garden.
"Clary, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to-"Simon starts.
I hold the palm out of my hand out to him so I was shunning him, "I don't want to hear your stupid excuses".
I stare intensely at the dug up patch of grass in the centre of the law. I sob, quietly into the woollen sleeves of my sweater to try and muffle the sound. Jace notices and strides over to give me an embrace.
"It's ok. She'll be ok!" He whispers into my ear.
Suddenly, a clawing noise could be heard, echoing through the misty night. I look down at my mother's grave, puffs of dirt erupting from it.
"It's starting!" Calls Jace as Simon signals at us to step back.
Of course, I forgot. Fledglings (new vampires) are so thirsty when they rise from their grave, that they will drink anyone's blood, no matter the amount of time shared with the victim. How I'm going to get used to this, I don't know. So lost in thought, at first I don't realise Jocelyn emerge from her dusty paradise. Simon rips open a bag of fresh animal blood and steps back. We all watch as the second daylighter devours every drop.
"You know she won't be such… Umm… a messy eater as she continues her immortal life." Simon adds.
"Thanks for watering my grave," Jocelyn grins, her pointed canines digging into her bottom lip, "It made it easier."
"Mum" I scream, for what, the third time today, as her lip starts to bleed. I push past Luke, Magnus and Alec to get to her.
"No Clary, No!" Luke shouts.
"Why, she's my mother. She'll remember me!"
As soon as those words fall from my tongue, Jocelyn-my mother-pounces with such volume it was like a coiled spring…