Okay it has been quite a while since I have updated this story and I am so sorry! I needed inspiration to push me to finish what I had, not to mention the time to work on it since I have been doing night classes since .. well; about the end of last year. I hope you like this. We are finally on chapter three - "Heaven right beside you" where we start to try and progress Jace/Lillian even with upcoming troubles on the horizon. I hope you like it; thank you very much for your reviews, favorites follows, and for overall clicking my story. :)
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Recap! Last time we left off with Lillian and Jace in the alleyway behind Java Jones:
Lillian nodded and shivered when he was suddenly too close to her back, his finger tips feeling a little rough and really white lines on her back that looked like a tribal tattoo of angel wings. Jace's voice was a mixture of soft and husky as he murmured in her ear, and it did funny things to her lower stomach, "You're an angel.."
Lillian, not finding any words that came to mind with the compliment and his closeness, promptly blushed darkly.
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The last three words that were spoken to her by the handsome blonde teenager whom stood before her effectively stunned Lillian, almost immediately stopping her right in her tracks. It had taken her a little more than a few seconds to actually attempt yo even comprehend those words; let alone allow herself to believe that he had meant to say such words to someone like.. like her.
Yes, the male known as Jace had all but whispered them sensually into her ear and yes, she most definitely liked the twist of foreign emotions within her stomach that were the result of his words. A result of making her flustered and probably something he had counted on being her reaction.. She felt suspiciously light headed as hormones pulsed within her blood, a concept that was as new to her as the prospect of someone actually liking her. Someone that may have very well prefer her over Clary, an occurrence that rarely happened, if at all. Even if there wasn't any hope for romance in her future, the young man in front of her and his two friends had seemed to want her company.. to want to get to know her, for what very well might have been the very first time someone had done so. Was all of this coming on too fast? She didn't know the answer to this question, not when Lily had never been in an relationship before.. She had never been drawn to anyone the way she found herself drawn to..
Sure Simon was nice to her, loyal even, despite the fact that as Clary's adoptive sister it seemed that she was granted that by default.. but he was not her type. (Heaven, until she set her eyes on Jace she could have sworn she didn't even have a type..) Though even if he was, Lillian wouldn't have developed feelings for him simply for the fact that the boy had his heart set on her sister.. who more often than not denied the fact that Lillian even was her family. Yet, as much as the words hurt, she knew that Clary was correct.
All her life she was regarded to most as a nobody. The quiet, ill younger 'sister' that paled in comparison to the vibrant crimson haired beauty. The both of them were different in many ways, shining from the inside out; differentiated their personality to their appearances. Clary more often than not acted impulsive, ambitious and selfish despite the fact that she was always the one to successfully draw in a guy with her red curly waves that reflected the fire housed within her blood, her wide, doe eyes glinting with hidden secrets that they wanted to uncover. While Lillian was the complete opposite of the confident redhead in more ways than one in regards to all things Clary. She was found to be quieter, naïve to most things and would rather curl up with a good book or listen to music than follow Clary in doing.. whatever she was doing in that moment. She was also what the crimson haired beauty had deemed 'childish' for liking the things that she did as Lily would often go put of her way to withdraw from the others around her in an effort to not be in there way.
Part of Lillian's mind betrayed her as it provided that maybe she was reading too much into his words.. maybe he had called her an 'angel' simply to state as a fact. As there was the only explanation to what happened last night at the club, despite how much she disbelieved this revealed truth. Her.. An angel? She was just Lillian. Lillian the girl that was terrified of hospitals because of how much over the years that she found herself gaining conscious only to find herself laying in one of their beds.. She couldn't be some beautiful angel whom miraculously walked the earth. There had to be some kind of mistake.. a false consumption to all of this and last night had simply been a dream.. Her hormones wacky due to her monthly pain. The end; nothing more and nothing less.
Though Lillian also couldn't comprehend why such a dream featured the handsome familiar strong that literally stood right beside here.. clearly real and ... Damn it, all of this isn't making any sense!
All of her nagging doubt that plagued her mind now could not be silenced try as she might, and a sigh broke free from it's previous containment behind her lips as one thought went spiraling to the forefront of her mind: Will I ever be good enough in the eyes of someone else who is not the only mother I have ever known?
It seemed like an impossible task when trying to break free from Clary's mighty shadow.. and to this day, Lillian couldn't find the root to Clary's problem of her. All Lily found herself wishing for was the tall tale, warm comforting feeling of she belonged somewhere.. somewhere safe and cared for. Somewhere that she was free to be herself.. whatever that may entail - accepted. Was that really so much of a hard concept?
Little did she know, the struggle that waged deep within her reflected from her orbs. She was an open book to the other teenager's observant eyes, and Jace forced himself to clench his teeth together in frustration. Not that he was irate with Lillian herself, but for her defense. He remembers how he stared after the taxi that she had gotten into with her wayward sister and friend, shrouded by the shadows that concealed his lean, muscular body from view.. making a promise that he would find everything there was about Lillian Fray, someone who posed as a complete mystery. One that he had to solve at any cost.
Jace had been unsatisfied by the results he found on this beautiful female in front of him; or rather not as many results as he had hoped to uncover. Even with the assistance that Alec and his sister Isabelle had offered, there was still pieces of the puzzle still missing; main pieces that involved this beautiful angel that had enraptured him like no other before her.
Sure, there was her files that showed him her educational background along with her medical history, but it didn't seem to be enough to satisfy his curiosity.. to fulfill that suspiciously overwhelming need within him to understand more of her. To understand more of the beautiful mystery by the name of Lillian Fray.. They found her adoption certificate, obviously but nothing that hinted on who her mother had been. Was she a fallen angel and Lillian inherited than her mother's beauty but her angelic grace as well? It was the only thing he could think of, and yet he obsessively searched for more.
To be entirely truthful, Jace didn't know whether to be relieved that there wasn't a document in existence that linked her to the angelic background that she unknowingly housed deep within her body for years.. or be disappointed that he was unable to get more of the information that he wanted. It was almost suspicious to him; to witness how both of the Lightwood siblings help him until they had exhausted all of their resources.. Grant it, Isabelle was much more tolerable at times than her brother Alec .. but it seemed that both of them took Lillian in stride. Caring for her greatly despite the fact that they all had spent.. what, less than twenty minutes with the angel?
He himself tried to appear indifferent for audiences sake, desperately attempting to conceal how much she had effected him even when he wasn't within her presence. He couldn't seem to shake the thought of her, the want to be around her.. protect her and shield her from the demonic beings he knew wandered the was then Isabelle discovered something from where she had been reading from the protection of the institute, and stormed determinedly towards where Alec and himself were cleaning their knives in silence.. what she had revealed to them had both explained the haunting feeling that she held upon his mind .. as well as making him even more light headed than he had been before:
Why hadn't anyone revealed beforehand that Angel's had mates? Why hadn't such an important thing been brought to light before - in any of their research? It could have been possible that it was because for more than a thousand years, the war had been going on .. between light and dark. Between Shadow Hunters against pretty much every other being that had malicious intent.. The most sacred records they had of angels consisted of how the bestowed Shadow Hunters the abilities to fight back. Would it have really been important at the time that just like Adam and Eve, the very first set of pairs when Lilith - (the very first wife defied both heaven and the Lord himself to start the beginnings of Succubus creatures. Demons that fed off of the energy that came with sexual intercourse) - in the time of war, had it been important to mention that God created angels to have soul mates? Probably not on the top of the list with war in the air.. but the possibility that a significant other that completed them in ways that no other would be able to? It astounded Jace as much as it did the others .. however it also came with a growing fear.
What if this growing obsession was just that - an obsession - and nothing more? Would the both of them be able to handle the hard fall that came with it in the end if it was? .. And what if she were in danger because of him being who he was, always targeted and on the run due to things that indirectly involved her? He didn't think that he would be able to handle such a thing 'well' if it came to pass. There was something about her though that made him want to be the starstruck moth whom was en captured by her flame.. for once he looked at a female with more than friendship (Isabelle) of lust. He held doubt that she ever had someone's attention that was solely on her - by the nervous shifting she had given to him.. almost as if she didn't know how to react to him - never mind being involved in a serious relationship to the point that it passed the stages into sexuality. The mere thought that she was indeed as pure and innocent as she portrayed, sent a shock wave of possessiveness and hunger pulsing through his veins..
He shook his head gently, the action a fraction side to side that went unnoticed to her as she looked down at her shoes with embarrassment; an adorable blush dusting her cheeks as she seemed to struggle on what to say in response to him. The intensity that he felt, no doubt reflecting deep within his eyes, softened as he stared at her. He found that even though he knew naught as much about her as he liked to; there was a spark growing within the depths of his body as he stared at her.. desperately trying to uncover all those delicious secrets that she possessed.
Her phone rang suddenly, cutting through the silence that engulfed around them and the very instant that she retrieved it from her satchel did he witness a brightly lit smile curve upon her lips. It was one seemed to right his world back on an appropriate axis; a problem that he didn't even know that he had .. she flipped it open with eagerness that made him hope and pray that it wasn't some childish boy from her school that he'd have to compete with to earn her affections. Then she spoke, greeting the person on the other line with happiness and it settled his nerves (whilst beating himself up for allowing him to get overwhelmed in the first place..) however they weren't chased away for long. He could feel it; something was on the horizon.. something big and deadly. He only prayed that they had the ability to make it out alive.
"Hey Moma!" Lillian greeted with love enlaced within her voice as she spoke to the woman whom took her in as her own child; loved her despite the fact that she had not come from her own womb.. unable to comprehend just what kind of storm was shrouding them all with dark intent, "..What's up?"
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