A/N: Thank you so much to TheEternalDaylightingRanger for agreeing to be my Beta for this story:D I'm so sorry for not updating sooner school and stuff(I know that's not a valide excuse) and I've been having writers block. Anyway, here's chapter 4. Enjoy:)
Lost re-reading The Blue Exorcist, Clary barely heard the knock, which snapped her back into the present world. She opened her door to see a pile of fabric and bags waiting outside, presumably being carried although everything is piled so high she couldn't really tell.
"Shorty, do you mind taking something?" A muffled voice asked. That's definitely not Izzy's voice. I would bet my sketchbook it's a certain arrogant blonde.
Huffing at the nickname, the miniature girl grabbed an armload of what she could without toppling the Jenga-like tower and placed the contents on her bed. Jace walked in behind her, as he laid his pile down, their arms brushed,Clary stiffened slightly, not sure if he was as hyper aware of their closeness as she.
Jumping back slightly, Clary cleared her throat. "Um, thanks for the stuff?" Her phrase ended in more of a question, not really sure what to do.
"No problem. Izzy owes me though." Jace straightened up. Ugh, he's too tall.
"Oh, you were just carrying them for her?" Clary attempted to raise an eyebrow but failed.
"Isn't having a brother so nice?" Clary and Jace turn to see Isabelle standing in the doorway, perfect as ever. She strode in, shooing a grumbling, slightly embarrassed looking, Jace out. Then she eyes Clary head to toe.
"Are you ready? When I'm done, Jace will be drooling."
After forty-five minutes of deciding what Clary would wear, fixing up her hair, and a fifteen minute makeup job, Isabelle was finally done with Clary. Then it took another half hour for Isabelle to complete her so-called 'clubbing look'. She was grinning ear to ear and fixing up odds and ends for Clary when Alec called through the door.
"Izzy! Clary! Are you done?" Jace sounded very impatient.
"Alec, calm down, we'll be out in a second." Isabelle yelled back before turning to Clary. "You ready to see yourself?"
"Um, okay." Clary replied nervously. Izzy lead her to the bathroom with her hands over Clary's eyes.
"One, Two, Three!" Clary gasped as Isabelle lifted her hands off Clary's face.
Staring back at Clary was a mysterious, sultry girl. She was wearing a tight fitting black thigh-length dress with lace covering the back, one swirl of lace swept over her stomach. Her skin seemed ghostly pale against her dress, rose-colored lips and smokey eyes, her cinnamon hair falling tame down her back.
"Wow." Clary's first reaction was bewilderment, which quickly shifted to a mini panic attack. "How am I supposed to go out like this? What about weapons?" Then she turned a suspicious glare at Isabelle. "And why did it only take half and hour for you?" Isabelle looked like she did normally: Tall, black hair, blue eyes and utterly the opposite of Clary. With the exception of slightly more dramatic eyes and a tight red dress which covered her neck and up to her wrists.
"I dressed you up for Jace, not Pandemonium." Isabelle lead Clary out of the bathroom and handed her a dagger.
"Wait. What?" Clary followed, thoroughly confused about what Isabelle had just said.
Izzy sighed. "You have to strap it to your thigh." She handed Clary a band, hiking up her skirt to fasten it and insert the dagger.
"I know that." Clary was slightly annoyed, then flushed as Izzy gave her a funny look. "I meant about Jace."
"Oh, that. I'm his sister and I want him to stop fooling around with so many girls." Izzy silenced Clary before she could ask how she was relevant. "I'm not saying you should get together, the opposite actually. If Jace hits on you, slap him nice and good. I'm not going to even try to explain how this works." Izzy walked towards the door, leaving a befuddled Clary behind.
"Oh, Isabelle?" Clary shook all that Isabelle had just said off, figuring she would just deal with it later.
"Yeah?"
"I'll be right out, I just have to make a quick call."
"Sure. Don't be too long." And then she left.
Alone, Clary let out a long breath and picked up her phone which had been resting on her night stand. Dialing a number she knew by heart, Clary prayed they would pick up. Her phone rang and rang without anyone answering. Hanging up, Clary tried again until after another four tries she let the phone ring until the voicemail came up.
"You've reached the voicemail of Jocelyn Fray. Please leave a message after the beep."
"Hey Mom, it's Clary, just wondering how you're doing. Um, give me a call when you get this. Love you." She's probably busy. Clary told herself, although her gut was twisted with a sour feeling.
Clary headed out of her room and downstairs quickly, not wanting to make everyone wait. As she flew into the front room, Izzy and Jace turned towards her. They looked impatient, but a slow smile crept onto Jace's face as he saw her.
"Sorry, I'm ready now." Clary smiled nervously.
Isabelle winked at the dolled-up girl as she quickly ascended the step, trying her best not to fall. Clary noticed Alec was simply frowning at Jace, quiet as ever.
"You look nice Clary." Jace whispered in Clary's ear as they strode out of the Institute.
Blushing, Clary looked up into Jace's golden eyes. "Thanks."
"Anytime Shortcake."
Pandemonium was just how Clary remembered it: Music reverberating throughout the club, lights pulsing over the dance floor which was moving in syncopated ripples caused by people dancing. Only this time, Clary was at the club as a Shadowhunter. I wonder what Simon's doing right now. Clary flashed back briefly to when she came with Simon. My life has changed so much since then, in just three days. The sheer extent of how fast the world had pulled a rug out from under the small girls feet resulted in a wave of nausea.
"Clary, are you okay?" Izzy nudged the redhead, glancing worriedly at her.
"I'm fine." Clary smile back a little weakly.
Isabelle nodded. "So here's what's going to happen: First of all, we find a demon. Second, one person lures the demon off the dance floor. Third, the others kill it." Clary tried to look as if she were just figuring this out, while studiously ignoring Jace's secret smiles. "There's a demon." Izzy pointed to a blue-haired man grinding against a blonde girl. "I will be bait because Clary has never killed a demon before. Jace can kill it. Clary, you watch."
"Actually, I think we should give the newbie a chance." Jace smirked evilly at Clary.
"Jace." Izzy sighed. "Clary just found out she's a Shadowhunter. She doesn't even have any runes!"
"Remember, she said she catches on quick. It would be…a learning experience." Jace raised a perfect eyebrow at Clary.
Izzy turned towards Clary. "Are you okay with being bait?"
Clary opened her mouth to reply, but Jace cut her off. "Sure she is. Let's go." Clary shot a glare at Jace, her temper flaring. Her effort was lost though, as Jace had walked off into the crowd.
"Don't pay attention to him." Izzy frowned at Jace's back. "I can be bait."
"It's okay. I'd like to give it a try."
Izzy nodded hesitantly "Okay, but wait for Jace to kill it. You aren't properly armed." After confirmation from Clary that she would wait, Izzy melted into the crowd.
Clary sauntered over to the 'boy' and slide in between it and a now indignant blonde, who fumed away. From afar, Clary had to admit that the boy hadn't been unattractive, not as good looking as Jace-No. Clary chided herself. Jace may be the most attractive person on Earth-Stop it. But his arrogance trumps his looks. Yet up close, the boy smelled repulsive, his features unattractive. Snapping back into the present, Clary curved her lips in what she hoped was a seductive smile, while trying not to gag.
"Well hello there." The boy grinned and pressed up closer to Clary. Cringing in repulsion, she twisted a crimson curl around her finger before sliding closer. The boy tried to grind against her, but Clary shifted away, flashing a teasing smirk. Ew. The two continued like this for a minute or two before Clary decided the demon looked as if he was losing interest. Forcing another seductive smile, Clary beckoned for the blue-haired demon to follow her, then wove through the crowd, glancing back briefly to make sure he was following her.
Thinking quickly, Clary turned a corner, mentally tracing her steps from a few nights before. Vaguely, she could hear the pounding music dim into a subtler hum as she exited the chaos and strode deeper into the back areas of Pandemonium. Finally, the two arrived in the large store room. Alone now, the demon flashed a sharp-toothed smile.
"Yum." It's grin widened as the demon advanced on the redhead. Come on, Jace. Where are you? Suppressing her nerves, Clary smiled innocently. "You are a catch." The demon purred, reaching a hand out to the petite girl's curls.
Then his eyes widened in surprise, a hiss escaping his lips. "Die, Fairchild. Master's coming." The demon cackled before it's laugh shifted to a hideous gurgling noise. Then he disintegrated, ash floating in a heap. Clary turned to see Jace frowning at the pile of ash, Izzy not far behind him.
"What did he say to you?" Jace looked up at Clary, his gold eyes dark.
Shaking her head Clary just muttered 'nothing important' and walked past Jace. What had that demon ment? What master? Why had it called her Fairchild? An abrupt buzzing distracted Clary. Reaching into her pocket, Clary pulled out her phone. One missed call. Clary clicked in her password and scrolled through her logs. Simon 11:51. it read.
Dialing her voicemail, Clary wondered why Simon had called so late.
"You have two new voicemails. To lis- New voicemail sent on-"
"Hey Clary, it's Simon. You really need to know something. Come to our elementary school park. Now."
New voicemail sent on-
"Clary, listen to me." Jocelyn's voice sounded frantic. "Don't come home, don't trust anybody except Luke and Simon. Maybe not even them. Don't come looking for me. I lo-" The message was cut off by a loud bang.
Ohmygoodness. When did this happen? Clary wondered on the verge of hyperventilating. Scrolling through her logs, Clary read:Missed call; Mom 4:58 Wednesday. She called yesterday. Clary thought with wild dismay, wondering what had happened. Now out on the street in front of Pandemonium with Izzy and Jace, Clary frantically hailed a cab, rushing in before the two Shadowhunters behind could stop her. I have to get home. Was all Clary could think, praying her mother would be safe, yet a heavy feeling of dread settled into Clary's stomach.
"Where to?" The cab driver asked, turning to face Clary. He was young to be a cab driver Clary thought vaguely, probably my age, maybe a year older. After giving him the address, the driver turned around, Clary stared at his reflection in the mirror. Sharp features, white-blonde hair, with pitch black eyes.
Ta-da! Thanks for reading:) Review please!:)
-Elle