Hey guys, so this is my very first Clace fanfic, hurray, finally got my head down and wrote it! I don't know if I should continue this, please let me know what you think. Thank you to those of you who have read this, also, I don't own any of these characters etc, they belong to Sassy Cassie, otherwise known as Cassandra Clare. Read and Review please guys; thanks so much.
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Clary
"Ow, Izzy, you're hurting my head" I whined as Isabelle pulled a comb through my thick, copper hair. I wasn't allowed to look at my reflection until Izzy decided that she was completely finished preening me so I was left to face her black painted wall. I could see the mess that she called her bed from the corner of my eye. There were tonnes of sparkly, lacy, sequined, diamonded, bejewelled clothes strewn all over the bed and floor, and that was just half the contents of her ridiculously overfilled wardrobe.
"Beauty is painful, Clary, everyone knows that" she responded
"Are you done yet?" I asked
"Almost" she replied, she left me and went to the little chest of drawers at the foot of her bed, she pulled one of the compartments open and rummaged around in it, looking for something to tame my wild hair, no doubt. I let my mind wander to the predicament I'd found myself in earlier. Jace's unyielding mouth was so warm and soft on my own, and the way he'd reacted to her body grinding against his...Stop thinking about him! I mentally slapped myself.
Thankfully, Isabelle returned with a bottle of Silk oil which she combed into my hair.
"Okay, I'm done, go have a look" Izzy removed the deep red scarf that she'd used to cover the mirror
I was tempted to reach forward and touch the mirror, just to make sure it wasn't someone else's reflection.
Wow, I thought That's me?
I was wearing a lacy, indigo strapless mini-dress that ended above my knees and hugged my body in all the right places, my cleavage, though not fully on show, would definitely steal a few glances tonight. Ever since I'd taken up training with Luke and my mother Jocelyn, my body had begun to fill out in all the right places and my new found curves were all on show tonight, no expenses spared.
I did a quick spin and noticed that the dress was tied together with a small, perfect bow and my back was completely bare. I didn't really have that many Runes on my body yet; my mother wanted my body to learn to cope without them if they weren't necessary, but I did have one on my right shoulder blade, at first glance it looked like an alluring tattoo. My usually wild hair was now, as if by magic, smooth, bouncy and loosely curled, Izzy had gathered it all and pinned it so that it only covered my left shoulder and left my right bare. I was handed black sling back heels and a black quilted Dior cross body bag.
My face was made up with black eyeliner that brought out the green of my eyes and a deep, deep rouged lipstick. RiRi Woo; I think that's what the lipstick is called.
"I look...different" I told Isabelle
"Different good, right?" Izzy asked
"Yes, definitely, thank you Izzy" I said, with genuine gratification.
"No need to thank me" she said. I glanced at her; she was wearing a short black, faux leather t-shirt dress with thick gold jewellery and black stilettos. Her sleek black hair had been backcombed to give her a wild, beach chick kind of look.
"I know," she said, catching my gaze "I look magnificent, now let's go"
Jace
I stood outside the Institute with Alec; waiting for Clary and Isabelle to get out of the damned (obviously not damned, it's built on hallowed ground) building. "What the hell is keeping them?" I demanded
Alec shifted awkwardly "Shall I go check?" he asked, probably wanting to get away from me and my evidently foul mood. "No," I said "We'll just have to wait" I was still on edge from my earlier encounter with Clary, but no one would know that, not even Clary, tonight, I would be the picture of nonchalance; after all, I'd had a lifetime of practice.
I heard the old Institute doors swing open, Izzy made her way out looking breathtakingly stunning, followed by the sexiest, most gorgeous creature I'd ever had the pleasure of feasting my eyes on; Clary. She was wearing a saucy, dark blue mini dress with black heels; her beautiful hair had been gathered over one shoulder, leaving the other completely bare. She looked at me, I caught her eye and then turned around briskly and stalked away with the others not far behind. Why did she have such a huge affect on me?
Clary
Jace stood outside the Institute with Alec, he looked handsome to the point where any girl who saw him would probably think he was just a figment of their wild imaginations and assume they'd had one too many drinks. He was clad in a black shirt with the top three buttons popped open, revealing his Runes; he wore this shirt in conjunction with a pair of dark fitted jeans and black converse low tops.
He walked off as soon as Isabelle and I left the Institute.
"Is he okay?" I heard Isabelle ask Alec
"Yeah, he's probably just annoyed that you've made him late, you know what he's like, less time to pick up girls" Alec answered
"Where's Magnus?" I asked, annoyed at the pang of jealousy I'd felt when I imagined Jace with some beautiful girl.
"He'll meet us at Pandemonium" Alec answered shortly
"Are you guys okay?" Isabelle asked, not missing his tone
"We're fine" he replied, and with that, he marched on to catch up with Jace.
"Boys." Isabelle said with a sigh
"Boys" I agreed
Jace
The club was full to the brim with Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. I made my way towards the bar, scoping out all of the potential girls I might take away with me tonight; all the while, every fibre of my being was yearning for Clary, her touch, her smell, her voice, her hair; I wanted it all with such a passion I almost forgot my vow to remain nonchalant. Almost. I held up three fingers to the bartender, three shots manifested in front of me, I threw them all back like they were nothing, I felt something stir beside me. A tall blonde Faerie had sat down next to me.
"Hi" she said; her voice melodic, hypnotic. She was a potential release.
I said nothing, instead, I held up two fingers at the bartender and two more shots appeared, as if by sorcery. I handed the second shot to the Faerie and she downed it within seconds
"I'm impressed" I said, after her fourth round of shots
"Really, Nephillim?" she asked her large, blue, pupil-less eyes bore into mine.
"Really, but let's see what else you can do" I murmured, she giggled and leaned in for a kiss, which I willingly gave into. She pulled back after a few seconds and grinned seductively, I caught sight of Clary; she looked straight at me, face emotionless as a brick wall. The Faerie moved her long, pointed fingers across my jaw-line, down my chest and let her hand stroke my legs.
Clary
I watched him; concealed by the swarm of gyrating bodies. No more than seconds after he sat down, a gorgeous blonde appeared at his side, they downed a few shots and then they were all over each other, the music slowed and the people dispersed a little, he saw me and gave me a slight smirk, determined not to care, I kept my face as impassive as possible, hoping my anger and jealousy wouldn't make themselves known.
I pushed through the masses of people and went in search of Isabelle.
"Leaving already, Gorgeous?" I heard a deep voice grumble behind me, I carried on walking, but was pulled by my wrist.
I spun around to face my interceptor, a tall Werewolf
"Let me go" I said, sounding bolder than I felt
"Look, Gorgeous, I won't hurt you, we're on the same side, remember?" he growled in my ear
"Get off me, or I'll make you regret it" I said fiercely
"C'mon, loosen up, have a little fun" he said, relentlessly
I gathered my free hand into a fist and lunged for him, I hit him in the eye; he staggered back and growled angrily, he pushed me against the wall behind me. Suddenly, he was ripped away from me, a dark haired Shadowhunter seemed to be beating him into a pulp.
"Doug," the Shadowhunter called out, a fair haired Warlock appeared at his side. "Get this piece of trash out of here" the Shadowhunter ordered.
"Who do you think you're calling trash?" the Werewolf yelled, he made one last attempt at hitting the unharmed Shadowhunter only to be knocked completely unconscious.
The fair-haired Warlock, 'Doug' recruited two bouncers to drag him out of the club.
I stared after them, I felt someone grip both of my arms, a handsome, Grecian looking face appeared in front of me, brows knitted with concern, "Are you okay?" the dark haired Shadowhunter asked me.
"What?" my eyes refocused "Um, yes, I think"
He didn't look convinced "Are you sure? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"I'm fine, really. Thanks for getting him away from me" I said
He smiled "My pleasure..."
"Clary" I answered his unspoken question
"Well, Clary, nice to meet you, I'm Damon, Damon Leighton"
Why do I recognise that name? I wondered.
"Oh right, of course, well, happy birthday" I said, suddenly remembering
He looked shocked, "Thanks," he chuckled "You know, you're probably the first person that's said that to me"
"Really?" I asked
"Really. You wouldn't mind joining me for a drink, would you Clary?" he asked sheepishly
"Well, seeing as it is your birthday," I shrugged "Why not?"
Jace
I saw the two bouncers drag a werewolf out into the darkness, I heard them muttering to each other, nothing caught my interest until the larger of the two spoke.
"That red head looked tough; I heard she punched him square in the eye"
Red head...
I left the faerie without a word and pushed through the throng of people, searching for Clary.
I finally found her; she was standing with a dark haired Shadowhunter...Damon Leighton. He had both her arms in his hands.
"Are you sure? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"I'm fine," she smiled "Really. Thanks for getting him away from me." A sexy brunette stood in front of me blocking my view.
"Hey handsome" she said
"I'm not interested" I replied and moved past her
"...you wouldn't mind joining me for a drink, would you Clary?" Oh, there is no way you little...
"Well, seeing as it's your birthday, why not?" What the hell?!
My 'nonchalance' quickly transformed into raging anger and consuming jealousy.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the bar, all the while, he was whispering in her ear, a wicked smile played across his lips. How dare he touch her?!
Well, what do you think? What should Jace do next? Will Damon be as hero-like in the next chapter? Maybe; maybe not. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!