Hello, my lovely readers! Okay, so this is kind of a filler chapter because *sob* my laptop isn't fixed yet. It sucks. Believe me. But I'm on my mom's computer right now so I can give you a little bit at least. I didn't want to leave you with nothing for so long!
Also, it's summer! I hope everyone who had exams (ew...like me) do well and I hope you all are having amazing summers so far!
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The shattered glass falling to the wooden floor emitted a penetrating noise that rang throughout the whole house. A rider and his destrier stood in the middle of the kitchen area, looking for all of the world like they had come out of the bushes. A thick, heavy black cloak perched on the rider's shoulders. It looked like it might have once been new, even pretty, but now it was caked in mud so thick you could almost pretend brown was it's natural colour. Jace thought he recognized a cloak of the like from somewhere…
The horse, a very toned Quarter Horse, was nipping at the side of it's flesh, trying to rid the mud of it's coat.
Suddenly, the rider, a male, spoke. It was so quiet, almost no one heard him.
"I'm here for the girl." Maryse guffawed while Robert stood, looking enraged.
"You dare come into my house in this manner?" His voice boomed, enough to make the horse's ears prick. But ever so slightly.
"I'm here for the girl." The stranger repeated, louder now. Robert strode over to the Quarter Horse. Taking the reigns, he tried steering the horse back towards the open window, but the horse wouldn't budge.
"Get your horse, and leave. We will be speaking to authorities." Maryse piped up, walking to Robert's side. The man chuckled, and removed something from a satchel hidden beneath his cloak. Jace stood warily, getting the feeling that they should give him what he wants. Or who he wants.
"Robert…Maryse? I think we should…" Suddenly, the man threw the object from his satchel onto the floor. It landed right at Maryse's feet. Maryse screamed so loud that the horse finally reeled back. The rider hit it.
Jace, from his stance, couldn't see the object, but was running to see what it was. Max and Isabelle were at Maryse's side before Jace, and in an instant Max fainted. Isabelle chimed in on Maryse's screaming, and ran from the room, Max limp in her arms.
Through all of the commotion, Jace was frantically trying to manoeuvre himself around everyone, trying to see what everyone was so riled up on.
What he saw made his heart stop. The blood in his veins chilled and his head went dizzy.
There, on the ground, was a head. It had been cleanly cut off of its owner's body, and was still a fresh kill. The blood was still leaking out of it's neck and mouth. Alec suddenly came up beside Jace.
"What is it- Oh, God." Alec stood there, frozen. Looking at a villager he had known fairly well, who always gave him an extra basket of strawberries when he stopped by the market. An innocent. No one who deserved this.
"Helen." He cried out, dropping to his knees. Helen Blackthorn's head rolled to the side when Alec tried to touch it.
Jace looked up at the man. The murderer. Suddenly, filled with an overpowering rage, he jumped and knocked the rider off of his horse. He sat upon him, and, reaching for the knife he saw lying on the table, readied for the kill.
Before he could stab him, the man rolled over and knocked Jace to the side so now he was standing over him. Jace looked up at him in disbelief.
"Consider it a warning." The rider said through a malicious grin. "I'm here for the girl." Mounting his horse, the rider galloped out of the house the way they had come before.
Throughout all, no one seemed to notice that Magnus was missing.
1...2...3...4...ugh, no. Start again. 1...2...3...4...
"Aline! Get down here right now!" Meliorn bellowed to the top of the stairs.
"I'm coming! God, what is it now?"
Clary sighed, she had been counting their bills for the past hour, and had gotten no where. Meliorn would be furious.
"We have to go. Now." Meliorn said urgently, rushing around the front foyer, looking for items Clary had no interest in knowing about. "Get your things, we are leaving."
"Why?" She asked in dismay.
"Don't ask me bloody questions! Go get your things! What did I tell you about obeying me?"
"I just want to know why we're-" Meliorn cut her off with a slap. Aline fell to the ground, tears blurring her vision.
"I told you not to ask questions. Now go, bitch. Be ready in 15 minutes." Meliorn then strode up the stairs.
Clary rushed over to Aline. No matter how cruely Aline had talked to her these past couple of days, Clary still couldn't find it in her to let the girl deal with her brother's torment alone. No one deserved that kind of humiliation.
"Miss? Are you okay?" Clary asked timidly, reaching out a hand in the process. Aline shoved her hand away and stood on her own, a hand clasped to her reddening cheek the whole time.
"I don't need your help. Go. Shoo. I'm fine. I presume we don't need you anymore, so get out of our faces." Clary's eyes widened.
"You mean, I can go? As in leave?"
"What do you think? And get on with it, too. I'm sick of looking at your bloody face." Clary nodded, trying hard not to show the slow grin forming on her face.
Clary ran up the stairs and packed the few remaining things she had. Which wasn't much. Meliorn had taken most of her things, but she had still managed to keep her water skin.
While exiting the room, she bumped into a frantic Meliorn. He watched her for a few moments before saying "You're leaving, I suppose?"
Clary could only nod. Meliorn sighed and slid a moist hand down his face. Turning his back to her, he started his slow march down the stairs.
"Then go, Whore."
Those were the last words Meliorn Penhallow spoke to her.
And Clary couldn't have asked for a better farewell.
Magnus ripped off the spit covered gauze that prevented Valentine from screaming.
"I know who you are." Magnus finally said after moments of silence. Valentine tried to lunge at him, but the chains prevented him. "You're Valentine Morgenstern, are you not?" Valentine said nothing.
"So," Magnus tried again. "did you like my little show I put on for you at your campout?" Valentine's eyes blazed with fury, and once again the only thing between him and Magnus were the iron chains.
"Damn you." Valentine whispered hoarsely.
"No," Magnus smiled his catlike smile and walked towards Valentine with a lighter. "Damn you."
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