Hey guys, I know, I know is been almost three weeks :( Really sorry - school's just really crazy at the minute you know? Anyway I only have like 3 more weeks until all m exams are over, and then my updates will be much more regular.
I was also thinking about starting a new fanfic, The Mortal Instruments meets The Breakfast Club - though you won't need to have any knowledge of the film at all in order to enjoy/understand the fix. Despite that, you really should watch the film - its my favourite.
Anyway, I've pasted the potential summary below, please let me know if its something you'd be interested in reading. The characters will be Clary and Jace, Simon and Izzy, Alec and Magnus :)
Alicante High, 7.00am, Saturday April 12th. Six student turn up for an all day detention, all of them from different ends of the educational social spectrum. A rebel, a jock, a princess, and introverted artist, a geek, and a 'free-wheeling bisexual.' Why are they there? Do they share any demons? Can they it through the day without lunging for each others throats? The typical 'pecking order'/status system of american high school is forgotten - if only for one saturday.
Anyway guys, here's the chapter :*
CHAPTER SEVEN - Hiding
Clary barely made it to the toilet in time before she hurled the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl.
Damn, didn't think I had anything left to actually bring back up.
Too scared to leave the room and risk seeing Alec or Izzy, Clary had taken to skipping meals and only on occasion sneaking to the kitchen in the middle of the night.
It wasn't like she could actually sleep anyway. Not unless she wanted to see those eyes.
Clary groaned, and lifted up her head to rest it on her arm, propped up on the toilet seat. She had no idea what time it was, but she guessed somewhere around dawn, considering the tiny rays of dull light pouring from in-between the gaps in the blinds.
Bile rose in her throat again, and Clary quickly yanked back her curls, to avoid vomiting on the messy red mop that was the excuse for her hair.
It didn't matter though - nothing came up this time. Instead she convulsed, retching up air.
Morning sickness had become something of a routine for Clary over the past few weeks. Wake up, hurl up the equivalent of her body weight, mope around, fall into a nightmare plagued sleep, only to be woken up - if she was lucky - to throw up some more.
She sat their for a few moments longer, before dragging herself to her feet via the sink, and reaching for the chain.
Woa.
Now that is not normal.
Feeling slightly dizzy, Clary peered closer into the toilet.
Shit.
Yep.
Blood.
Definitely blood.
Why the fuck am I throwing up blood?
Not having planned her 'graceful' entrance into motherhood Clary hadn't exactly read any pregnancy books, but she was pretty sure this was not normal.
Hands shaking, she flushed the toilet, and headed back in her room.
She wasn't sure exactly what made her do it, but there she stood in front of her floor length mirror, almost dizzy from nerves, as she pulled up her shirt.
Izzy POV
Dear Max,
You know how in mundie movies, they always talk about a sick character not recovering, because they don't really want to?
Pretty sure thats whats happening to Jace.
Don't get me wrong, he'll heal - externally at least - but it shouldn't be taking this long. I get we don't really understand all this 'heavenly fire crap' but normally Jace wants to train with a broken leg or shit... Instead he's just lying there staring at the ceiling, drifting in and out of consciousness.
Me and Alec aren't stupid. We know Jace cares for us, even though he doesn't really show it, but Clary was essentially his reason for living - before her he would throw himself into battle with next to no regard for his own safety, not really caring about being alive at the end of it or not.
And now...
I'm just so pissed off at her. No, that doesn't even begin to explain my feelings, I'm fucking outraged. I mean how could she? I thought she was happy, I thought they were happy.
She stomped all over his heart, and took the pieces for herself.
I'm never going to forgive her for this - Jace won't forgive her for this.
Not only am I angry but I'm so emotional seeing Jace so... broken.
He spent his whole childhood being told by Valentine that 'to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed'. Because of Valentine Jace didn't even think he could be loved - and in his eyes Clary's only gone and proven him right.
I'm pretty sure its not only Clary he hates, (for love and hate can exist side by side) but himself too. He thinks Valentine ruined him.
Oh Max, this family is falling apart. You're gone, Dad's off having some 'secret' affair, Mum's away all the time, Jace is destroyed, and Alec can barely hide whatever soul shattering pain was caused by his break-up with Magnus.
That leaves me to be the strong one - but this time... this time I don't know if I can keep it up.
Love you always little bro,
Izzy
Clary POV
A squeal escaped Clary's throat as she dropped her shirt back down over her stomach, her hands flying to her mouth.
Gathering her wits, she gingerly lifted the shirt again, her eyes widening at what she saw.
Her belly, which was protruding was more than any 2 month pregnant women's should, was littered with red blisters and tiny, tiny purple bruises in the shape of handprints.
Handprints? I swear the baby is s'posed to be like microscopic or something at this po-
Then she realised what exactly this baby was.
Part greater demon, part (extra) angel.
Oh. My. God.
For all she knew, this baby, her baby, could be exactly like Sebastian - who could tell which blood type was the dominant of the two?
Judging by the damage to her stomach, still only in the first trimester, things didn't look good.
This thing's got some serious strength.
All of a sudden, Clary couldn't take it anymore. It was too overwhelming.
She barely had time to protect her stomach with her arms, before her knees buckled and she succumbed to darkness.
A few hours later, Clary snuck out of her room, with one very hurriedly packed bag, down the stairs and out the door of the institute.
She had a feeling Izzy had heard her on the stairs, but hadn't cared enough to stop her leaving. That thought hurt Clary more than she cared to admit.
She had considered writing a note, whether it be to Jace, Izzy, Simon or her Mum, but had decided against it. Its not like she could have answered any of their questions anyway, not without putting Jace's life at risk. And besides she doubted her long list of apologies would be very well received without some explanation.
She didn't want to go, not really. She wanted to stay and at least try to patch things up with Izzy and Alec, but she knew that wasn't possible. Besides the fact that if she stayed the symptoms of her demon-angel-pregnancy were likely to arouse suspicion, she had realised, after waking up on her bedroom floor, that there was a much bigger reason to go into hiding.
Sebastian.
She was sure he was watching the institute, so in staying their with his baby not only was she putting the others at risk, but possibly the entire shadowhunter population.
She refused to think about what her twisted brother would try and turn this 'super' shadowhunter into, and how much destruction it would cause.
I need to keep my baby safe.
Clary stared up at the building nervously, guilt clawing at her stomach. She knew she could get help here, if only she could convince him.
Its not like she had much money after all.
She was about to press the buzzer, when a guy, presumably from the apartment below, rushed out the door.
Niftily, Clary sprang forward before the it slammed shut, and slipped inside, hoping the element of surprise would work in her favor.
