Hello and welcome back to Drawn to an Angel - chapter 4. I am sorry I haven't really been updating this and roughly get done with one chapter a month, or so. I have been very busy with my classes and everything, I just didn't really have the time. It's kind of short and again, I apologize. I just didn't want to leave you guys hanging with this so I felt, "Eh, why not? Compose a chapter, edit and all... then ship it out. They have been waiting patiently for too damn long!" Which I thank you all for, by the way. :) More than 2,000 words.

Chapter 4: Carousel

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"Hey Momma." The corners of Lillian's lips curved upward into. A wide, gentle smile as soon as she finished raising the phone to her ear; taking the call with her body instinctively turning away from 'Jace'... whilst pretending to only be vaguely aware of him. She couldn't explain the sensation that he drew out of her, it was almost like every nerve ending within her body vibrated with excitement at being in his presence. She didn't even know him and yet... Yet here he was, looking at her as if she held the answers to every question he ever had; right in the palm of her hand. No, deeper than that, held within her blood. Her entire world had been flipped upside down in less than twenty-four hours and yet she still couldn't make sense of it. She was just Lillian Fay, average and certainly not an angel. Many had shared the opinion that she was a pushover since she was in Elementary school. Sure she may have always had a rare occasion where she would become feisty, but it was only when provoked. In the end though, if it came between helping others or putting herself first... Lillian had never been ashamed to declare that she wouldn't choose herself. Why would she be selfish... when others were in need? She felt that it was the right thing to do, even if it wasn't the easiest. Then again, nothing worth having in life ever truly was. Others didn't seem to think the same way, but that didn't mean that she had to be exactly like them. If nothing else, Lillian Fay was proud to be different; she just didn't realize how much until last night.

She still couldn't believe that she had quite literally sprouted wings from the skin of her back. It seemed surreal to say the least, even if Lillian was definitely confused... After all, if they had always been there - why was it now that they peeled away from her skin? It didn't make any sense to her, that was for sure. Her, an angel? She couldn't help but think that Heaven picked the wrong girl. Sure, somewhere along the way Lillian developed a sixth sense about things even with the seizures that she had since a child. Sure, she may be somewhere between 'self-preservation' and 'good intentions' go the personality scale... But she was still human wasn't she? She wasn't the strong warrior that Lillian imagined Angels to be. She was just Lily; quiet, boring Lily. It seemed no one genuinely liked her, one who chose her first.

Yet it was of the few that she trusted in this world; who was unbiased between Clary and herself - was her mother. Even if their bond wasn't held together by blood, Jocelyn Fay loved her all the same, whom raised her up without fail; even when Lillian was so sure that she would stop. Clary was her daughter after all, and She loved Lillian as her own - despite the conflict between both younger females. Lillian wasn't sure when it all began, the precise moment when The jealousy that Clary held for her grew into genuine hate and when something in Lillian shifted in response. Almost as if to protect herself from the one she had once called sister. Despite all though, her mother stood firm; even though all the while she failed miserably to get both of them to get along.

"What's up?"

A relieved breath sounded heavily from the speaker, the vibration muffling all else after it left her mother's lips, "Oh, Lillian! Thank God!" The teenaged angel took pause for a moment as worry spiked within her, her eyebrows furrowing together as close as they possibly could as Lillian tried to analyze her mother's tone.

"Ma... What's wrong?" Lillian responded back almost immediately because she felt her mother's voice was too relieved for something not to be wrong. She took a step forward to the back door where she came out of, hoping that Clary would be there and act like a sister for once, the daughter that Jocelyn Fay deserved. Lillian suspected that their mother had tried Clary a few times and by the relief she held just by talking with her, their mother finally had gotten through to someone.

The blonde suddenly became all too aware of Jace's presence as his army styled combat boots made a scraping noise against the cracked asphalt as he mirrored her movements. An image forced itself to the forefront of her mind of how he looked clad in leather, the hood of his jacket up and covering his hair. A black shirt underneath it that copied the color of his pants, two chain necklaces were visible as the sun glinted the silver brightly and she knew by the first glance she offered him this morning that he had some kind of rune tattoos peaking out from underneath his clothing around his collarbone and his wrists. ...Was it weird that his tattoos intrigued her more than they should have?

Yes, damn it, because her mother was obviously in trouble and here she was still trying not to gawk at him - a stranger, for crying out loud. She shook her head softly and forced herself to take another step away to further the distance between them. She couldn't do this right now. She couldn't seem to think about anything else but Jace while in his presence! She didn't even know his last name or the color of his hair, it was unfair that he brought out such strange and foreign emotions in her. Especially when her mother, her level headed mother, was outright panicking over something on the phone that was connected to her ear. Pull yourself together, Lils.

"No time to explain. Find Luke, tell him that Valentine found me! Stick with your sister, Lily!" Lillian could do nothing but freeze as a resounding crash echoed through the speaker, her entire body wincing in fright for her mother's behalf. She felt more than saw Jace move even closer to her, offering her silent comfort in the mist of this time... and for once she wondered why he was still here with her. Lily was swiftly going on emotional overload and all she wanted at the moment was her mother, but then the most important person in her life spoke again through the phone; her tone of voice sounding more resigned than when she first started. "I love you. Both of you."

"Ma? ...Mom?!" She all but screamed in panic over the phone, even after she registered the audible click of the call ending. Panic seemed to threaten to blur her vision... or maybe that was the tears that stung their way to the surface of her glassy eyes. Her throat felt like it closed in on her and it wasn't long until dark spots threatened to dominate her vision. She felt the young man behind her move to grab her arm and twist her around before she even registered that her phone slipped from her grasp. In one gentle movement, Jace held her to his body with her face pressed up against his lean, muscular chest. If she hadn't been so focused on shaking off her upcoming panic attack by concentrating on the firm body pressed against her with her nose filled with leather and male pheromones that drove her crazy; Lillian sure would have blushed... and if she had actually did make a noise equivalent to a moan, well it was lucky that it was stifled against the leather. Not once did she contemplate the fact that he did hear her, being that her mind was consumed with horrific imagined situations that could have happened to her mother.

"Clary..." Lillian mumbled thoughtlessly, seemingly ignorant of how Jace had stilled in front of her as she thought of her mother's words - "Stick with your sister, Lily!" - and knew that she had to find the redhead... even though she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. At all. For her mother though, she would. "I need to find Clary." ...And then what, exactly? She may have been told to find Luke but that didn't mean that the guy Lillian knew since she was a child would be available during all of this. No, her mother said to tell Luke that Valentine found her... which meant that she was on the run from someone and this Valentine could be anyone. Paranoia flooded her system, her mind twisting about like Lillian had been thrust on a carousel with no way to get off; as if the more she tried to struggle, the faster it spun. All the while the cheerful tune played through the speakers above, lights illuminating the twirling stage like she was in front of some big skeptical. Maybe she was, who knew for certain. After all, yesterday morning she was just Lillian Fray, nothing special - as of last night she was an angel. Literally.

Lillian shook her head and forced herself to step back, out of Jace's embrace even though every fiber of her being wanted to stay there. There were bigger things at stake her than being confused about her feelings for a guy that should be nothing more than a stranger to her; yet every single part of her that made her who she was called out with yearning for him. She didn't know if it was because of what she was or whatever he was. She shouldn't care either way... and that was another thing she failed at. She looked at him in the eye and truly wished he could read in hers what she couldn't say out loud, "I'm sorry. I need to go."

She forced herself to turn away from him and swiftly ran toward the back door of Java Jones, hoping with everything in her that Clary was there with Simon. That she too wasn't harmed and whatever their mother was running from, Lillian prayed to God above that she wasn't too late. That her mother was alright. She had never really been a religious person prior to this, never really gave much thought what happens after you die. All she had been worried about was getting good grades in school, staying out of Clary's way and making her mother proud of her. Now that she knew, truly knew of with the pearl white feathers that had forcibly leaped off of the skin of her back... Lillian promised herself to put much thought into prayer. She was meant to be a messenger of someone good, wasn't she? There was no denying any claim of it to her now.

Lillian yanked the door handle towards her unneeded with the kind of strength she didn't even know that she had; the door swinging back at her in response to her urgency, and had to move her body out of the way to keep from getting hit before she disappeared inside. Lillian was at a loss what to do in that moment, trying to decide if she should go back to the house or not... and not even realizing that the very same one that would lay down his life to keep her safe was the very same person that she had left behind. Not that it would stop him, for Lillian Fray would find out much sooner rather than later that the soldier known as Jace would happily spend the rest of his life chasing after her.

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So, this is all that I have so far for this story but I hope to have some more ideas soon. I'm gonna put my invisible muse creatures to work and help me with my stories. :) If you could leave a review, I would appreciate it.