Chapter 2
There he was, just standing there like it was our honor to be in his presence. It didn't make sense! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" It should have been impossible for him to be here, much more than impossible. It should never been an option, not in a universe where the dead were supposed to staydead. Although that was here old world, now she lived in this fantasy full of nightmares and unexpected things. Where there were vampires, werewolves, fairies, and demons.
"Long time no see, huh?" That man said with such vigor, only to smirk like he won. "Clary, I heard you used your favor the angel gifted upon you to bring Jace back. What a waste..." He extended the echo on waste. "It was not a waste! I don't know how you got here, or why you are alive, but I will..." she knew what she was about to say, but it started to terrify her. She had realized it now, and she couldn't deny it. "Kill me," he finished her sentence not forgetting to add, "again." Her face going blank, but even though Jace was sitting in the room all she could think about is who was in front of her. He may be her biological father, but he was nothing. He was a monster. "Clary," it was her mother's voice who said her name; "Valentine is here to help us to stop Jonathan."
"You must be kidding! Why the hell would Valentine help us!? HE IS MORE LIKELY TO CHOP US INTO PIECIES AND LAUGH HIS ASS OFF WHILE BURNING THEM!" Everybody else came in the room, and they all didn't seem shocked. She couldn't make sense, until Valentine rolled up his sleeve. There was a mark on the inside of his arm, it glowed with such beauty. Beauty she, and Valentine, once saw on that night. "Raziel..." Everybody just looked at her with straight forward eyes. "No this can't be! He planned this from the beginning!" Clary raced out of the door, this time knowing where she was headed and what to do.
She finally made it back to Luke's. "First order of business...sleep.
Clary woke up in a fog, but it didn't feel normal. "Something's wrong" she mindlessly said. Her eyes narrowed at the mysterious box that sat next to her on her bed. The box was wrapped in a sleek black wrapping paper and a silk ribbon. Her arms silently decided on unwrapping the box, a decision that her heart and head so loudly refused. Right as the object was seen to her suspecting eyes the lights flickered on. "What do you got there?" His deep and oh so disgustingly familiar voice ringed inside her head. "Clarissa," he said while she just stood there saying nothing. Finally she made her move, the one after the long past due pause in a chess game. Clary normally placed the lid over the box and picked it up, "I have to show Izzy this dress!" Clary said so casually that it left Valentine confused.
For those of you who are reading this fanfic, I want to know what you think on who gave her the dress. What do you think the dress tells us and Clary, and what this little gift will lead to? Please give me what you all think. I already know, but I am curious to see if there are ideas that I never thought about. ~Yagakitty14