"Having a nice little romantic dinner, are we?" Came a low and sly voice from behind. I froze upon hearing the voice. Jace, always quick on his heels, had already extracted his seraph blade from his belt, and placed himself in front of me. There was something about that voice... Something familiar. I stood up and turned around, looking at Jace's dumbfounded face. It was soon made clear, why I had thought I had heard that voice before.

I sensed an evil aura coming off from him, slightly making my head spin. I took a step back, steadying myself. It was the drunk.


Surprise, Surprise

Instinctively, I stepped behind Jace. Something about it made me feel safer. I sneaked a look at Jace, evidence from his earlier surprise was well hidden under his new mask of calmness. But his hands gave him away, his knuckles were white, gripping at a seraph blade in his right hand. "Clary...Get away from here...Use my bike" Jace let out in a breath, not moving his mouth at all. His voice was strained, his face hiding something faint. As if he knew something I didn't. That was not going to happen. I would never leave Jace here, without any backup, and I sure as hell would never leave his side. Ever. I took a step forward, and took Jace's left hand, feeling a little of his tenseness fading away. "I would never leave you." I said determined and faced the alcoholic head on with Jace by my side.

A low and evil laugh came from the man. "How romantic." He sneered calmly. Jace chose to ignore it. "It's you." He said. "You're the one who sent the demon. This was all a part of your plan, wasn't it...Straik?" Jace said. The tension was written all over his face. "What? Jace, what're you talking about?" I inquired. Who was Straik. "Well..." Jace began, "I overheard the demon saying something about some master who wanted you captured. That's why we stopped at Church's Kiosk. I needeD, someone with inside information, someone who wouldn't report it to the Clave. And what I got was the name Straik. H-He...He was one of Valentine's experiments." He finished off shakily.

I stared at him for I don't know how long, completely caught off guard and suprised. The crackling laughter from Straik, broke my state of surprise. "You are a clever one, Jonathan." He mused. I hadn't noticed his british accent until now. "It's Jace" He growled. Straik rolled his eyes. There was something about him. Something that made this encounter seem like a game to him. "And that's why I need you." He said pointing directly at Jace. "You have angel blood in you, yes? More than normal shadowhunters. That blood will enable my full power. Valentine summoned me, and held me prisoner for years, only feeding me demon blood. Truth is, he gave me the wrong thing. Angel blood brings out the most powerful forces. Good or bad."

And with just a wave of his hand, demon after demon poured onto the roof. We were completely surrounded with thousands of demons. "Now," Straik continued, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Jace was completely silent. "Very well then." Straik said, his face turning dangerously serious. Thousands of demons stormed towards us. Jace held his seraph blade ready, defending demons. I was doing my best. I had hidden a seraph blade up my boot, but I gotta say Izzy is pretty good at battling demons in dresses and high heels. I was stumbling around, doing my best to keep up. It soon became clear that the demons weren't headed for Jace. There were fighting their way towards me.

I knew we couldn't keep this up much longer. I was exhausted, I didn't know how long we stood fighting. But it seemed like an eternity. One way or another, someone would slip up. Unfortunately, it happened. Jace was hurled against the wall, a loud thud echoing in my ears. Alarmed, I started running towards him. "NO! CLARY, DON'T!" He shouted, his face full of panic. But it was too late. I felt something disgusting and slithery creeping up my legs. I looked back. A big octopus-like demon was staring down at me, it's eyes full of heat and flames. Before I knew it, it's tentacles wrapped around me, knocking the breath out of my lungs.

Slowly and shakily, Jace pulled himself up to his feet. He was lightly swaying, his seraph blade painted with demon blood. His face held fear, something that I had never seen before. But it only lasted for about a split-second, then it changed to utter calmness. "Let. Her. Go." He pronounced every word clearly, sure to put every ounce of hatred he had for Straik in those three words.


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