The flight wasnt as bad as Clary had expected it to be. Simon was nagging the
whole time, asking why they couldn't of just portaled there. "Because i've never
been to London before" she kept telling him "i've seen pictures but thats not
something i want to relay on." It was a perfectly logical excuse and she didn't
understand why he didnt realize it.
The girl Viola had offered
them a place to stay, they declined insisting that they would just stay at a the
Premier Inn. Viola was a nice girl, even after the moment she had told them she
had killed her parents. Clary felt sorry for her in a way. A thing like that
could scarr a kid for life. It already had.
An image a
Sebastian flickered in her head. Jonathon. He was holding something,
something almost life like. But then the image flickered back out of her head.
Jonathon was scarred.
She was sat on a white bed with one
strip of purple silk accross it. Simon had taken the sofa bed. He had said that
Vampires being Vampires can fall asleep even in the most uncomfortable of
situations. Clary took the bed for she was exhausted. the flight was 8 hours and
went on through the night.
Simon had already
fallen asleep and had done so silently. Clary was about to sleep when all of a
sudden she heard a knocking at the window. She jump of the bed and grapped her
Heosphoros from her bag. As she slowly opened the curtains she saw a shadowed
shape of a human body. Simon was all of sudden next to Clary and looking out the
window, he had brought a flashlight with him and shone it on the shadow. They
were short and wearing torn black jeans and a muddy, skinney, blue shirt. They
were covered in blood and had cuts and bruises all over. Clary on recognised her
by her face. It was Viola.
Her hair had horrible short strands
that looked as if they had been ripped. Her dry lips were bleeding and she had a
huge slice across her left cheek. "What happened to you?" Clary said as she
opened the window to let her in. "Long story short, you have to leave London!"
Clary looked at Simon with a puzzled expression. He had held out a hand the pull
Viola up and threw the window. Clary went to the Bathroom and grapped a wet
cloth to help wash her wounds.
Viola sat on
Simons bed, Clary had drawn an iratze and her arm and neck which healed her
wounds but her hair was not capable a being re-grown. She didnt seen to care
though, just took some scissors and cut it all short, she had said she was going
to get it done by a hairdresser later. Clary thought that short mesy hair suited
her but this wasnt the time to mention it. "What do you mean we should leave
London?" Clary asked.
"I mean you should leave, oh its why you
have to leave, you want to know. Well on my way home i saw some guy who was
clearly a Warlock, his eyes were.. cat like. Anywho, i went up to him and he
instantly new i had Warlock blood. He asked me about it and i answered and he
looked as if he was about to cry some reason. Thats when we heard a scream, not
a terrified scream but a scream of attack. All of a sudden these... Demons
started attacking us and they took me, tortured me and questioned me. Demanding
to know where you were but i refused to say. They were about to kill me but them
that man came back, he broke into the room, his hands on fire and threw it at
the Demons. He let me go and told me to run, I... I helped but the important
thing is that we escaped and now you need to leave!" Clary looked at her almost
amazed about how quickly Viola had said it. At that point sshe only knew 1
thing, that she needed help.
She picked up
her phone and dialed for the New York Institute. Alec was the one to pick up
"Clary?" he said.
"How did you know it was me?" She
asked.
"Caller ID, i think Jace did it."
"Well it doesnt matter at the moment i need help, there are Demons out to get
me!"
"What? Why?"Alec almosted sound worried, Clary had never
heard him worry about her before."I don't know." She said "This girl we
met called Viola told us that..."
"Wait, who's Viola?" Alec
interupted
"A Shadow hunter girl we met, well half
Shadowhunter, she's Warlock too." Clary rushed to reply not understanding why
Alec kept changing the subject. "By the Angle!" he breathed. She instantly
panicked.
"What!?" Clary said in a worried voice. She could hear
Alecs pause, he was proberly considering whether he should tell her or
not.
"Thats Magnus's Daughter!"