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Previously..
They heard a few startled gasps and whispers -it's the Originals-, but the witches did not retreat. Well, it seemed like it was showtime.
The ground started to shake under them as the witches chanted together joining hands, their eyes fixated on the two in front of them. Glasses started falling from the shelves and the tables, bottles filled with liquor cracked on the floors filling the air with the sharp stinging smell of alcohol. The chairs started snapping and that alarmed Clary immediately, seeing as a wooden dagger to her heart would mean her immediate death. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise but she then regained her composure and leaped at the first witch in her sight, snapping their neck in a swift motion. Jace growled and he started cutting and slashing everyone with his claws, as he ducked and avoided every glass, chair and table that flew in his direction. Clary's movements were quick and precise, difficult to follow. The witches tried to run while still chanting, but though they had had the number advantage, their power wasn't nearly enough to stall or even phase Clary and Jace. Their eyes darted nervously between the two beasts who sunk their teeth and claws in every single witch, blood and gutts splashing everywhere in a grotesque way.
That was when, seeing all the blood, one of the witches had an idea. They controlled the elements: water, earth, fire, and air. Blood was 90 percent water. Water could boil. Therefore, blood could boil. The intuitive witch yelled over the din to the few remaining witches to target the blood in their veins. They started murmuring again those unintelligible spells, while the air whirled around them in circular motions, making them look fierce. Jace and Clary exchanged confused looks as they didn't quite understand what they meant. Until they felt it. The pain. The agonizing, unbearable pain. They both gripped their heads and screamed as the veins in their temples throbbed frantically, making them feel as if their heads were going to explode. The room started spinning around them. Clary slowly started to lose control of her sight. Blood started pouring from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know if she was crying from the excruciating pain, or if she was decomposing. For the first time in her life she felt death creeping up on her.
Jace was kneeling on the floor leaning his forehead against his bent knees and gripping his head with such force he was close to cracking his own skull. Although it already felt like it was breaking into a million shards. He was sweating and convulsing, a luxury Clary did not have. Jace felt as if he had a fever, and his sweating was helping him recover. Clary, however, did not have a beating heart, and she also had a lot more blood in her system. So, though expected, Jace's eyes almost burst out of their sockets at the sight of Clary lying motionless on the ground, a witch approaching her with a wooden leg ripped from a chair. His rage raised to unconceivable height as he leaped at the witch and savagely bit their head off. His attention then shifted to the few remaining witches who looked stunned to still see him standing. They began chanting more rapidly and fiercely. Jace, though slightly fazed and visibly staggering, reached them and ripped all their jugulars out in one swift whooshing motion, their bodies collapsing to the floor, their chests still raising and falling in a desperate attempt to breathe. Jace shot them one last disgusted look and then, in a second, was at Clary's side.
He gently placed her head on his lap and checked her body for any fatal blows. She looked so small and fragile, so still, so... dead. She looked as if she was really dead, irreversably dead. Panic starting shooting through him as he shook her body again and again, calling her name. He couldn't do CPR, her heart wasn't beating, so he did the only thing he thought could make her come to her senses. He lifted her in his arms and ran at full speed to the nearest secluded alley, before anyone could catch a glimpse of them at the site of the massacre. He placed Clary on the cold hard ground and picked up the first person he found on the street knocking them unconscious. He then brought what seemed to be a man in his thirties to Clary. He ripped one of his arteries with a claw and began dripping the blood in Clary's mouth, hoping that would make her come about. And it did. Her red eyes snapped open, hungry and beastly. She forcefully grabbed the man from Jace and sunk her teeth in his artery, closing her eyes and moaning in satisfaction, the silent alley filled with slurping sounds. Jace watched her in relief as she drained the life from that poor innocent man. But if it meant keeping Clary technically alive, he found that he didn't care. After she finished, Clary dropped the man's limp body to the ground, her whole face bloody, her eyes disoriented and confused.
"Jace...?" she spoke in a shaky scared voice, her eyes returning in their beautiful emerald green colour. Jace pulled her in his arms as they both knelt on the concrete, wrapped in each other. Clary buried her face in the crook of his neck, sniffling him, realising a helpless whimper. She was scared, frightened even. If it hadn't been for Jace, she would have been dead, actually dead. Jace stroked her hair in a soothing way and for a while she let herself get lost in the moment.
"Shh, you're okay, you're safe, I've got you..." Jace whispered, as Clary hung onto him for dear life, her fists tearing his jacket apart. Hearing him use his warm kind tone with her after so many years brought instant tears to her eyes and she let them flow. She let herself feel everything she had avoided for centuries. She let Jace's smell and warmth fill her being, she let him make her feel alive again. Her cold marble skin felt prickly as he rubbed her back and arms. She whispered his name as she sobbed and weeped, staining Jace's clothes with even more blood. Jace lifted her chin so he could cup her face and look into her eyes, his thumbs trying to rub away the blood on her face.
"Don't cry, you're okay, nothing happened.." Jace whispered, as if afraid speaking louder would startle her. He didn't remember a time when Clary had been to shaken up. He did, however, remember a time when he felt this numb and disoriented. For the first century after he had lost her.
"Nothing happened?! I almost died! We didn't manage to retrieve any witches to interrogate and.. and.." she started sobbing again."I killed an innocent man!" she yelled, as bloody tears started running down her face again and she looked at the lifeless body on the ground. "He was somebody's son, somebody's husband maybe, somebody's father! And now.. and now.." she whimpered, as her body shook with every sob and inhale.
"There will be other chances to capture witches" he began, caressing her back as she wept."And.. yes, you did kill him, but.. you needed his blood, Clary, you almost died! I wasn't going to let you die! I don't care how many humans die if it means you're still alive ! Even if you hate me for it !" his voice had risen to a shout as the words escaped his mouth without his consent. Clary had stopped and she stood as motionless as a statue, looking at him with curious eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.
"I don't hate you.." she shook her head. "I never really hated you.. well, maybe for the first two centuries.. " she rubbed her face with her hands, not looking at him. "But afterwards... I just..." her voice dropped to a whisper, less than a whisper, a sound that only a supernatural creature could catch on. "I just missed you..." she exhaled a shaky breath as she rose to her feet, assesing her torn and stained get-up. Jace, however, was still kneeling on the ground looking up at her with mixed anger and hurt.
"What..?" Clary asked, confused. He then rose to his feet as well and backed her up against a wall. "If you missed me, why didn't you look for me, huh? WHy didn't you find me? If you missed me so much." he spat, his voice laced with all the venom he had gathered throughout the years. His outburst took Clary by complete surprise.
"Because you didn't want me anymore, you made it clear when you left! When I didn't find you home!" she shrieked, feeling hurt and betrayed, the memories of that night rushing back to haunt her again.
Jace opened his mouth to speak when a portal began swirling on the wall next to them as Magnus emerged out of it, taking a second to observe the state in which the two of them were.
"So, what did I miss?"
Some Clace for my favorite readers ! The drama increases ! Sooo, what do y'all think of all that's going on ? Please REVIEW !
