Jace

I watched my sister—my beautiful sisters—fall to the ground. Her drained body sprawled on the ground. Almost immediately after Max joined her, and I stood there watching the gorgeous monster create all this destruction. The petite, yet muscular, redhead that I once thought was cute was now draining the life out of my siblings with the power of her hands. Where have I gone wrong?

I couldn't just stand there and watch her any more; I was at my cracking point. I pulled out my seraph blade and drove it home in her lower abdomen and she looked at me, eyes flashing silver and black and I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life. She yanked the blade out of her side and threw it aside with a grunt. With a swift flick of her muscular arm she pulled her own blade out, and threw it at me with almost incoherent speed, it aimed at my heart. And then the unexpected happened: she missed. And from the look in her eyes, through all the flashing colors, I could tell she did it on purpose.

"Clary?" I asked in disbelief.

Clary

I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I missed my shot. The blade whisked by his head and lodged itself in the doorway. For some reason I've never been so happy I missed a shot. "Clary?" he asked. I slowly made my eyes meet his, regretting it immediately. I couldn't get close to these people; they will only end up dead—like the others. I quickly noted that he kept on stealing glances at his brother and sister on the floor.

"Don't worry, they're not dead. I've only erased their memories of the past hours. They should be otherwise unharmed." I answered, reading his thoughts. He furrowed his eye brows in confusion and slowly tilted his head.

"Oh. Why are you talking like that?" he asked, releasing his stiff posture a little.

Now it was my turn to be confused, but from past experience I knew not to show emotions, so I walked up to where my blade was lodged in the wall, and yanked it out as I answered him. "Like what, Jace?" I quickly stuffed the blade back in its stealth and turned to face him.

"All proper. You weren't talking like that before." He stated, shifting uncomfortably. I quickly realized that I still had a task at hand.

"That doesn't matter, nor will it ever matter." I stated discretely and raised my hands towards his perfect face.

"No!" he screamed for the second time tonight. "Whatever you want, I'll do it, just don't do this." He pleaded desperately, and for some reason I believed him.

"Okay." I said, lowering my sweaty palms and resting them on either side of me.

"What?" he asked.

"I said okay; do not make me regret it. Now these are the terms: you will not mention any of what you've seen or done in the past…twenty four hours to any living or non living creature. You will not mention my name to any one you've met. And as far as you need to know, I do not exist. Got it?" I instructed while pacing around the room. He gulped and looked at me with pure fear, and yet admiration.

"Yes, I will not fail." He answered. And for some reason, I felt a pain of guilt, for the first time in my life.