You would think that at the end of the year, teachers would assign less projects, but instead, mine seem to be assigning more. Geometry, Biology, seriously people I want to get some sleep this week. Ninth grade shouldn't involve so little sleep. Sorry, didn't mean to go off on a tangent.
The story is not quite fluff anymore, but if you stay tuned, fluff is sure to make its comeback.
Disclaimer: If I owned MI, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Clary was alone on a deserted street. That was how the dream always started, but she could never remember it when she woke up. The sun was shining brightly, and out of nowhere, Jace appeared. Wasn't he supposed to be unconscious? She asked herself. Who cares, she decided. It was her dream; she could have it however she wanted. And she wanted Jace awake.
He wrapped her snugly in his arms. "I missed you so much!" she told him.
"I didn't go anywhere," he told her. "I would never leave you. I love you." She smiled. It was so nice to hear him say that again. It seemed like much more than a few hours that he had been gone.
She closed her eyes and leaned into him. And stumbled forward. Where Jace had been seconds ago, now there was only air. Clary searched for him frantically, but she didn't see him anywhere. There was only the empty street with deserted stores.
"Clary!" He called and she realized that he was still here. Only now, he was standing on the opposite side of the street in the shadows. He started to make his way back to her but as he got closer; she saw that he was bound to something behind him. Jace stepped forward as far as he could, but the chains that held him would let him go no further.
Clary ran to him. She made it as far as the middle of the road before she saw what he was bound to and stopped in her tracks. It was Botis, the demon. The evil snake-like thing was even in her dreams. Jace turned to see what had scared her so badly, and when he saw the demon, he began to try to pull away. But the demon stopped him easily. "Freeze," it said. And Jace froze in his tracks. He was under complete control of the demon who now laughed at the pained look on Clary's face.
This frustrated her, and it gave her the strength to move forward. But before she could, a car came out of nowhere and hit her. That was the last thing she remembered.
"Clary! Clary!" Someone was shouting my name anxiously. I began to stir. I was somewhere in between sleep and waking. Thinking it was the demon from my dream, I struck out wildly. My fist made contact with something. "Ow! Clary, what was that for?"
Wait a second, I knew that voice. It was so familiar, but I couldn't place it. "Clary, sweetheart, it was just a bad dream." Oh! I recognized the voice now, and wondered how I hadn't sooner. But it couldn't be. He was unconscious.
My eyes flicked open and proved what my ears had already shown me. Jace Lightwood was leaning over me, looking worriedly into my eyes. "Jace!" I exclaimed. "You're awake!" I sat up quickly, realizing that I had fallen asleep in the chair beside his bed.
"Awake?" he asked. "What happened? Where did the demon go and what the heck am I doing in the infirmary?"
I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I ran my gaze over his body. Far from being bruised from the many fights we'd been in yesterday, Jace was looking fine. In fact, he looked as if he'd gotten a good night's sleep and a mark stronger than an iratze to heal him. Which was totally unfair, seeing as I probably looked like crap.
But I was used to Jace's amazing ability to bounce back. It must have been something he got from his angel blood, like his talent for jumping or mine with creating new runes. He was still looking worried as he crouched in front of the chair I had fallen asleep in.
"Lay back down on the bed, Jace." I couldn't have him getting hurt again after his miraculous recovery.
"Isn't it a little early in the day to be trying to get me into bed?" he asked teasingly. That was the one thing I could always count on; Jace always had a comeback.
"Ha ha, you're hilarious," I said sarcastically. "Now, lay down."
"Not at all suspicious, but I think I'll do it just to see what you've got in mind." He smirked, knowing that I got the innuendo in his words. He lay down and made a show of waiting for me to do something.
"Seriously, Jace." My tone was a warning. As if he understood that I was worried about him, he didn't make another joke about me wanting him. As much as I tried to hide it, I definitely wanted to take him up on his offer. For now, however, we had to clear a few things up. "You don't remember anything?"
"After that snake thing told me to shut up, no."
"Well," I took a deep breath to prepare myself for the story. "The demon knocked you out."
"Wouldn't I have remembered that?"
"He didn't literally brain you over the head or anything. He… it just waved its hand and you were unconscious. You fell over and hit the pavement."
"Seriously?" he asked with disbelief. "I fainted?"
I laughed. He was staring at me incredulously. "Well, it was a Greater Demon." He turned up his nose in an expression of disgust. Apparently, Greater Demons were supposed to be no match for Jace Wayland. No, not Wayland. I had to remind myself. When I first met Jace, that was the name he went by. Since then, figuring out his parentage had been quite a task. For a while, we even believed that we were brother and sister. Now, he went by Lightwood because the Lightwoods had taken care of him for most of his life.
"I don't believe it," he stated arrogantly.
"You better believe it, mister," I told him. "You were out cold. And can you shut up, or do you not want to hear the rest of the story?"
"Proceed."
"So the demon decided-" I was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Hey Isabelle, I think she's in here." Alec called. When he finally looked into the room, his mouth dropped open. He stood frozen, staring at his brother.
Isabelle and Simon came up behind him. Upon seeing Jace, Isabelle screeched, "JACE!" She ran to hug her brother.
"Nice to see you too, Izzy," Jace looked at her warily. I laughed again. He looked as if any moment, he was expecting her to have a mental breakdown.
"What did you do?" she turned to me, letting go of Jace. "Did you make a new rune to wake him up?"
"Um, no." I wasn't quite sure what to say. I didn't know how he had woken up either. Simon and Alec had both come into the room now.
"Actually," Jace began. "I woke myself up." Alec snorted.
"What?" Jace demanded.
"You woke yourself up? Jace, you were in a coma. You can't just wake yourself up from that." He had a point. Recently, I had come to like Alec. He was the voice of reason in an otherwise crazy shadowhunter family.
"I can do it," Jace said haughtily. "And I don't get why I have to stay in the infirmary. I'm totally fine."
"Don't make me say it again," Alec told him. "You were in a coma."
"But I'm fine now," Jace protested.
"You know, Jace, you're acting kind of butch." Simon said. Leave it to Simon. The first thing out of his mouth to Jace would be an insult. "They say guys who act like that are just trying to-"
"Cover up the fact that they're gay?" Jace interrupted.
Simon sent an apologetic look to Alec who had tried for years to cover up the fact that he was gay. He had finally given up and come out, and now he was dating Magnus. "No, I was going to say that it means you're trying to make up for your lack of… you know, size."
Jace snorted a laugh. "I don't think so, idiot bloodsucker. I chose the nickname Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein for a reason."
"Okay, totally bad mental picture Jace," Isabelle grimaced. "I think I'm scarred for life."
"Not my fault," Jace held up his hands in mock innocence. "Your boyfriend brought it up. And what's he doing here, anyway?"
"I was doing something beneficial, unlike some pompous…"
"Simon," I warned. Now was not the time to get into this. We had to fill Jace in and find out what the demon was after. "I didn't finish telling Jace what happened." I said to the others, hoping to distract Simon and Jace from their argument.
"There's not much to tell, really," Isabelle said. "You went comatose, the demon told us to get its 'possession' back from the werewolves, and Luke had no idea what he wanted."
"Possession? What did it want?"
"It wouldn't tell us."
"So, let me see if I've got this straight. Basically, we've got to stop the demon, figure out what its after, find the thing, and find out why it wanted the thing in the first place?"
Isabelle nodded. "Basically, yeah."
"And how long do we have to do this?" he asked.
"Less than a week."
"A week?" Jace asked "That would be hard to do in a month. Even for me, and we all know how awesome I am. Do we have any idea what it is? Like a clue or anything?"
"That's why I'm here," Simon put in. "I was researching this stuff. And in the institute's library, I found only three objects besides the Mortal Instruments powerful enough for Greater Demons to fight over."
"And they are….?"
"A cup, not unlike the Mortal Cup. It lets the holder have control over demons. And yes, only demons. It can bind them." He looked up to make sure we were still listening before he continued. "The second one is a book full of dark spells that can summon demons and do all sorts of evil things. It's like all the dark books in the world combined. And the last one is a ring. The wearer controls the minds of anything. Demons, humans, downworlders, shadowhunters."
"And do we know the whereabouts of any of these items?" I asked.
"The cup is missing. The book is…" He checked his notes. "Missing. And for the ring, it says whereabouts unknown. So, I'd say that's missing too."
"So we have to figure out which one of these items the demon is after," Jace said thoughtfully. "It couldn't have been something the dead werewolf had, or they would have taken it off of him, so what could it be?"
"That," I said. "Is a very good question."
Please R&R people. You seem to forget that unless I know the story is good, I don't know whether or not to keep writing it. I want to know what you think of it. What do you think the demons after? The cup, the book, or the ring? Which do you think it should be? And do you like Jace as much as I do or should I have left him comatose?