Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to write, but life got in the way. I know right, it's unbelievable that I have a life isn't it?
How have everyone's holidays been so far? I hope you all got wonderful presents, and would like to give me a present by dropping a review! :D
*Just in case you hadn't notice, I did change this chapter, because it was brought to my attention that things were moving to quickly, which I totally agree with. So sorry for the change if you liked this chapter, but it was a bit too fast-paced.
Disclaimer: I have no idea why I still put these stupid things, I think it's fairly obvious that I am not Cassandra Clare and I don't own anything that she has ever written.
Anyways, on with the story...
Jace
Jace walked the short distance to the Institute, where he would surely find his family waiting for him. He was still confused as to what the hell had been going on with Alec, and why he had lied about being captured by a Greater Demon. That was serious, and Jace had been willing to do anything for Alec when he had received the call.
He figured that it must have been a set up though. Really, how convenient that Marbas just happened to end up in the same alley that Jace had walked down. Especially after Alec had supposedly been taken by a demon that is in control of Marbas.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jace saw a flash of red, stopping his thoughts in their tracks. He spun in a circle, looking for the red hair that could only be described as a flickering flame seeming to grow brighter by the second, instead of slowly dying down. But he saw no fire, only dark figures on a dark street.
Jace was uneasy now - he could have sworn that he had seen her hair, but perhaps he was just hallucinating. Amor facit nos rabidus, right? Another one of his father's sayings that Jace just couldn't seem to get out of his head. But never mind that, it was irrelevant. Jace wasn't in love with Clary, he didn't even know her.
Jace spun around and pulled out his seraph blade as a light tap came on his shoulder.
"Is the blade really necessary? I don't think I'm that much of a threat," Clary said as she held up her hands and raised her eyebrows in an innocent as well as questioning gesture. Jace put the blade away as he took her in - all of her - from her denim clad legs and her dainty artist's hand on her cocked hip to her green winter jacket and slim waist. Eventually his eyes came to rest on her pale, freckled - not to mention beautiful - face, specifically, her emerald green eyes.
"You never know when a demon might attack," Jace answered cooly, his gaze still locked with hers.
"You think that a demon who might attack you is going to tap you on the shoulder first?" Clary asked.
Jace shrugged, "It's happened before." Clary raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "Nobody has ever snuck up on me before," Jace said, clearly surprised with her soundless abilities.
"I'm not nobody," Clary shrugged as she replied, "Besides, you looked lost in thought."
Jace felt his cheeks grow warm and he quickly averted his eyes as he remembered what it was that he had been thinking about. He wiped away the expression as fast as it had come, in hopes that Clary hadn't noticed. When he looked back up at her, she was smirking - clearly she had noticed.
"You think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?" Jace asked, thinking back to her previous comment that she is somebody.
It was Clary's turn to blush and she looked at her feet, clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm nobody important," she muttered, still looking downwards. She spoke so quietly that had Jace been a typical mundane, he wouldn't have even heard it. After a minute of awkward silence, Jace spoke hastily, "If you don't want anything else, I'm just going to go."
"No!" Clary looked up suddenly, "I mean no, I, uh, wanted to ask you something."
"Okay, shoot," Jace responded, somewhat curious as to what she could be asking.
"Why were you saying that love makes us crazy?" Clary asked incredulously.
"Did I - did I say that out loud?" Jace asked, his face turning so white that Clary was sure he was going to pass out.
"Did you not mean to?" Clary asked, inwardly smirking at his stupidity. "You know, for someone who thinks that they're all that and a bag of chips, you really are fulfilling your dumb blonde stereotypes."
"Did you just say I'm stupid?" Jace asked, completely shocked.
"I did not say stupid, I said dumb," Clary clarified.
"I am not stupid," Jace said, a hurt expression passing over his face for such a short time that Clary wondered if it was ever there at all.
"I never said you were," Clary reminded him. "Now if we can stop idly bickering about your intelligence, would you mind answering my question?"
"I would mind actually," Jace said as he turned on his heel and started walking towards the Institute. He turned around for a fraction of a second, and Clary heard him mutter 'little girl' under his breath.
Clary
Clary mentally beat herself up for not being brave enough to ask the question she had intended to. After being embarrassed by Jace multiple times, Clary had thought that it was an appropriate time to get back at him. Clearly she was wrong. To be honest, she was curious as to why he had been mumbling about love and hallucinations and craziness. The only reason that Clary knew that saying, amor facit nos rabidus, was because her mother had told her as a young girl that her father used to say it all of the time. She said he thought it was an excuse for all of the horrific things that he had done in his life.
She began walking towards her house - having given up on Jace for the night - when something small and white passed her eye. After feeling something cold land on her forehead, Clary looked up towards the sky, watching as tiny white flakes fell around her, adding a layer of white to everything. She spun around in a circle, spreading her arms wide and sticking her tongue out to catch the snowflakes. Clary felt as if she was a little kid seeing snow for the first time, and all she wanted to do was make a snowman.
It was then that she saw a flash of gold amidst the white, making her stop circling and stare at the angel walking towards her. He was still a fair distance away, but Clary had seen him as if he was directly in front of her. His woolen black coat was dotted with white, and his golden blonde hair - which was still perfect - seemed to be the only colour in a white world. His nose and cheeks were a pale pink from the frigid air, and a crooked smile was spread on his face. Not a smirk or a cocky grin, but an actual smile.
As Jace approached Clary, she became extremely confused - wasn't he angry with her for what she had said? It appeared that he wasn't mad anymore, as he just kept smiling dazzlingly, making her heart jump in her chest. This was unusual, Clary had never experienced butterflies quite like this before. Plus, she felt as if she was having a heart attack.
Her and Jace were the only people left on the street, as it was Christmas Eve and people had families to spend it with, unless they were Shadowhunters, since they didn't celebrate Christmas in the same way that mundanes did.
Jace had finally stopped, close enough that Clary could reach out and touch him.
"Jac-" she began, but was cut off abruptly as Jace closed the distance between them and bent down to gently press his lips to hers. After a moment of hesitation, Clary pushed him away. She did not like this boy. She did not like this boy.
"I'm sorry," Clary muttered, as she took in Jace's hurt face, "But I will not be like the millions of other girls I'm sure that you've been with."
"I'm not," Jace replied, his eyes gleaming and a smile still spread across his face.
"Not what?" Clary asked, perhaps a bit too sharply.
"I'm not sorry," he said, his face once again a mask, hiding what Clary could only assume were his emotions - though she wasn't certain that he had any.
"Of course you're not. I'm just another girl in the ever-lasting line, right?" Clary asked, suddenly furious that he had had the nerve to kiss her. "Although I'm not even sure why you kissed me, since I'm not even close to pretty. But I assume it doesn't matter for you, right? Anything that looks and talks like a girl is bangable, right?"
She turned around and began walking away as fast as she could manage in the snow, which was now about three inches deep and coming down fairly heavily.
"Clary, I'm sorry!" Jace called from down the street.
Without turning around, Clary held up her hand, silently apologizing to God for her despicable use of her middle finger. But right then, Clary hadn't honestly cared what God thought, as long as what Jace thought hadn't anything to do with her in a positive way.
Merry Fucking Christmas, she thought.
So, penny for your thoughts? I'm not actually giving you a penny so don't expect one, but I would still love to hear your thoughts!
What do you think Clary's question was?
The scene at the end?
In my English class, we have this thing called the good, the bad and the ugly. This is where our teacher will tell us what we did that was good, what we did that was bad, and what we did that was terrible/ugly on every assignment/essay that we do. So, you're thoughts on my good, bad and ugly?
Please review! :)
Peace, love and sparkles,
SLS
