TITLE: House of Horrors
RATING: T
AUTHOR: wintercandy
PAIRING: Jocelyn/Luke and Clace
SUMMARY: Jocelyn home alone.
DISCLAIMER: Cassandra Clare owns her characters.
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Jocelyn/Luke and Clace
Jocelyn floated in front of the bathroom mirror. Her vibrant red hair suspended flippantly over her shoulders and laced her collar bones perfectly. She pulled the resilient elastic band off her wrist with her front teeth and began to force her hair up into it. She took the time to make certain every ringlet of her hair made it through the loop flawlessly. It took her a few moments to construct her pony tail the way she liked it. When she was finished Jocelyn rested her hands on the sink below her, it was bitterly cold against her finger tips. She then looked at her reflection in the landscape mirror. She could see tiny specks of grime on the mirror; it clouded her face in certain areas making her skin look blemished from afar. Looking at her appearance in the mirror wasn't something Jocelyn liked to do frequently. It was something she wasn't very confident about lately. She lifted her hands off the sink and in that moment she heard a distinct strike close to the front door.
"Luke?" She enquired, slightly concerned and leaning her head towards the door to get an improved ear shot. She heard nothing after that and curved back to her manifestation. It was then that she heard another clatter sound. "Luke, is that you?" She alleged again turning towards the door this time around. There was no answer. In that second her heart plummeted as she altered her senses, making them acute. Jocelyn put all her endeavour into her auditory capability. She picked up her spare steal from out of the bathroom cabinet beside her. Jocelyn had made sure that she had kept one in every room now Clary knew she was a Shadowhunter. It was for their own safety.
Slowly but surely, Jocelyn edged out of the room, looking both up and down the hallway before emerging. She suddenly felt cautious. She closed the bathroom door behind her as quietly as her ability would able her. She knew not to call out again. Another clang, but this time it sounded from the kitchen. Jocelyn dramatically changed her direction and took a few steps towards the living room to get a better shot of the kitchen. Her heart was beating wildly, as if someone had electrocuted her. It smashed off her ribs. She slipped her head around into the living room and noticed that the front door was shut. She then scanned the room and moved her eyes over to the kitchen. She could see through the hatch in the wall and nothing was there. Jocelyn still didn't move. It was then that she heard the most familiar sound. Luke's truck had pulled up outside.
Jocelyn ran for the door and shut it as quickly as she could behind her. She wasn't aware if it was her mind playing tricks, sending her into a state of paranoia or someone or something was stalking around her house. She ran down the steps and out into the front garden. She ran across the lawn just as Luke emerged from his side of the truck.
"Hey Jocelyn… what's wrong?" He said momentarily worried.
"Nothing… nothing." She repeated to try and reassure herself.
"What's wrong?" He urged again putting both of his hands on her shoulders. Jocelyn sighed inevitably.
"I thought there was something in the house. It was making distinct banging noises." She said now looking into the front seat of Luke's truck. Jace was sat there staring at Jocelyn. It was clear to her that Jace thought she was going insane. She could see it in his eyes. They also shined in the midst of the streetlights. He had his right arm wrapped around Clary, holding her close to him. He now seemed more protective than loving. Innocent Clary was asleep, her head tilted onto his shoulder. Jocelyn shook her head and turned back to Luke, but he was gone. She twisted to look at her house in time to see Luke's feet disappear at the top of the stairs. She pounced after him at an incredible speed. It was then that Jace started to shake Clary awake with little to no remorse.
"Wait, Luke… wait… you don't know what's up there." She panicked chasing after him. "Luke!" She exclaimed and unwillingly, he turned to face her before opening the front door.
"I don't hear anything?" He believed and it made Jocelyn feel modestly uncomfortable.
"Well it was on and off. I'm sure it was just the house settling down, but it freaked me out."
"So I see." He said in monotone, nodding at the stele gripped tight in her left hand. He was unconvinced by her limp talk. She uttered in return to his blunt observation.
Luke turned back towards the door and glazed his left hand over the handle. He twisted it gradually and he heard Jocelyn suck in her breath. He began to slowly open the door and penetrate the entry. Jocelyn followed close behind; she noticed that Luke was weaponless. She stopped in the doorway. Luke looked around not noticing anything out of the ordinary, until something black shot past him and into Clary's bedroom.
"Out!" He screamed, but Jocelyn stayed where she was, now alert. "Jocelyn go and get Jace!" He screamed again and this time it snapped Jocelyn out of her daze. She went back down to the truck as fast as her legs would carry her. She felt too old to be running so carelessly. Her legs weren't what they once were. She opened the truck door and Jace shot his head towards her alarmed. Clary mumbled in her sleep and shuffled under Jace's sudden movement.
"We're being invaded, Luke wants your assistance." She implored feeling weak as she said it. She was a Shadowhunter and she'd rather sit treating her daughter like a hopeless fledgling than fight for her own cause. Clary was everything to her and more.
"Look after Clary." Jace said slipping out from under her as he said it and heading out the door on the driver's side. Jocelyn took Clary into her arms and began to shake her more vividly than Jace had earlier. She turned back to look at her house. Jace had already gone inside.
"Clary wake up… wake up… now Clary… god why do you always sleep like a sack of potatoes!" She urged as Clary opened her eyes.
Inside Jace was stalking around the house on guard, whilst Luke was roughly prepared to transform. Jace found himself wondering who had let the demon in. There were no signs of forced entry, so either someone let in from the outside or whoever let it in was still in there. Luke sighed loudly causing Jace to glance at him. Luke signalled towards Clary's bedroom door, Jace nodded. He now started slowly approaching Clary's room. When he laid his hand on the handle the door burst dramatically open and a dark wolf like demon dived out like a pouncing cobra. Jace fell back as it bounded over him. It went straight for Luke. Jace scrambled to his feet to see Luke transform into his werewolf form. He leaped mid air and tore the demons head from its body. It disappeared entirely as Luke's paws hit the floor once again. Jace was now running into Clary's room Seraph Blade slaughtering a spider like demon as he entered. Luke approached behind him as more leaped out from the doorway. Jace was now taking on several of his own and so was Luke.
Clary and Jocelyn appeared in the doorway and watched the commotion around them. Clary's heart banged against her ribs as she watched Jace fly backwards out of Clary's room and land full force on his back. In a small number of seconds he was back on his feet, cracking his neck to the side and strutting back in. Clary went to run in after him but her mother held her back by the arm and then embraced her.
"No Clary let them fight this." Jocelyn begged.
"But I can fight too, please mother!"
"No, Clary!" She shot back this time anger laced her tone. Clary didn't fight back after that. She couldn't understand why they were in her bedroom. Luke's werewolf form appeared in the hallway and looked at Jocelyn. She smiled slightly and he started to approach her. He turned his back on her and leant his front paws down towards the floor, getting ready to pounce on any demon that escaped Jace's Seraph Blade and went for Jocelyn and Clary. Clary watched Luke in front of her. His chest moving rapidly as he was breathing. She reached her hand out and touched his back. It was incredibly soft and silky. He turned his head to face her and she nodded her thank you.
It was then that something pulled Clary backwards by her ankles and she forgot her weight. Her head crashed off the floor and she was instantaneously knocked unconscious. Jocelyn screamed as loud as she could as she watched Clary get dragged past her and out the door. Her felt broken and charred. Luke was on guard and ran towards the demon dragging her out of the door. It was a large boar like demon. It sliced out of Luke's advances like a snake. Luke crashed into the wooden barrier and his weight broke it as he fell through it.
"No! Luke!" Jocelyn screamed rummaging through the umbrella holder by the door and finding her Seraph blade. "Clary, Clary!" She yelled several times trying to wake her up. The demon ignored Jocelyn's attempts and carried on pulling Clary by her legs. Jace must have heard Clary's name being shouted because he was now edging towards the door. "Gabriel!" Jocelyn yelled and the Seraph blade came into life. She swung at the demon but it dodged and growled menacingly at her. It swung at her with its head and knocked her up the wall and she fell limp to the floor, unconscious. Jace ran back down the hallway and onto the stairs to see that Clary was gone and no signs were left behind to track. Luke was in his human form unconscious at the bottom of the stairs, surrounded by fragments of broken wood. Jocelyn was face down on the floor and there were no demons to be found. Jace stood on the spot trying to catch his breath trying to comprehend what had just happened. He'd lost Clary.