The Institutes big doors slammed as Jace entered the old, timely building.
"Iz? Is that you?" Alec said getting out of the elevator.
"No, just your dick of a brother." Jace replied with a miserable look on his face.
"God what's happened to you in the past couple of hours that could of made you look like that?" Alec laughed and slipped on a black jacket.
"I saw Parker and I told her where to shove it. She wasn't too happy about it but I just told her that I already love someone else and that I couldn't go out with her."
"Well at least you told her and didn't string her along like you have done to others before." Alec said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jace said pulling off his leather jacket.
"Nothing, just forget anything I said that offended you." Alec laughed. "Right, I'm off out to meet some friends at Taki's, I'll see you in a bit." He said making his way towards the door.
"Oh okay then. Yeah just leave me here it's fine." Jace sarcastically said. Alec walked out and left Jace in the hallway.
"Why the hell is it so dark in here?" Isabelle said rather loudly.
"Shhhh! You HAVE to be quiet in here Izzy." Clary said making her way into the dark room. Isabelle followed her in and the first thing Isabelle saw with her poor eyesight was a coffin in the middle of the room. Isabelle gasped in shock and Clary just walked straight past it not even looking inside of it. Isabelle quietly followed her but unlike Clary, she looked inside. Inside of the old coffin was a woman. She was as pale as anyone could be and she was dressed in a gold wedding dress. Shadowhunter, Isabelle thought. She had no idea why a shadowhunter would be laying in a coffin in this old manor. When Clary turned around to see Isabelle not behind her, she retraced her steps to find Isabelle looking in the open coffin.
"Izzy! Come on!" Clary whispered. Isabelle nodded and ran to catch up with her. Clary led the way through some more doors and gestured for Isabelle to get her witchlight out. She did and she held it up revealing an 18th Century style bedroom. An old four-poster bed was in the centre of the room, couches, mirrors and numerous ornaments were backed up against the walls, and straight in front them, was another pair of double doors. Clary opened the doors cautiously and Isabelle followed. Her witchlight shone brighter and brighter as they made their way further into the room. Clary shut the doors again and began to talk.
"Okay, you talk normally now but still no shouting."
"Clary? Who was that in the coffin? I know it was a shadowhunter, but who? And why are we here snooping around in what looks like a very old room with sheets covering everything?" Isabelle's questions made Clary laugh for no apparent reason and Isabelle just stared at her in disbelief.
"Clary, answer me!" Isabelle said louder than she was supposed to.
"Okay! Right, one, we're here because I know you're going to love this amazing surprise. Two, in the coffin is a shadowhunter yes, but she was the most powerful female shadowhunter until our generation. Her name was Clara Evangeline Lydia Fairchild and she was my great, great, great, great don't know how many times grandmother. She was born in 1746 and she died 34 years later. This was her manor and her body has lay in that coffin ever since she died. I come here every so often and every time I do, she tells me snippets of her 's here now actually." Clary made Isabelle into a ghost and she saw this beautiful, young woman stood before her dressed in the gold wedding gown like the one in the coffin.
"Hello," she said, "my name's Clara and you must be Isabelle. It's an honour to meet you, Clary's told me many things about yourself and your family." Clara stated.
"Wow! You look so much like Clary it's unbelievable. Sorry, where are my manners? My name's Isabelle Lightwood." Isabelle said holding out her hand and Clara took it shaking a welcome 'hello'. Clara's hand was warmer than Isabelle first thought it would of been but because Isabelle was now a ghost; everything was the same temperature.
"Haha, well we are family after all. When me and my mother died, Clara found us and showed us her past. My mother obviously knew who she was and she didn't want anything to do with her, where as I wanted to stay and get to know Clara. Hence, my mother doesn't travel with me any more. She still loves me, but we just went our separate ways." Clary said.
"I'm sorry Clary, I had no idea." Isabelle said giving Clary a quick hug.
"It's okay Izzy, you weren't to know." Clary replied pulling Isabelle off of her.
"Well then Clary dear, wasn't there something you wanted to show Miss Lightwood?" Clara interrupted.
"Yes, yes there was." Clary and Clara went over to one side of the room and each grabbed hold of one of the sheets. On the count of three they pulled it off revealing a rail full of old clothes. Each garment had protection covering it so they were in pristine condition. Isabelle couldn't believe her eyes and she just stared in amazement; this was not what she was expecting.
"OH MY GOD! These clothes are fabulous!" Isabelle said as she darted over to the railing.
"Here, let me shed some light on the situation." Clara said some words Clary and Isabelle had never heard, and the lights began to flicker. They then shone as bright as they could. This revealed the huge room that inhabited rail upon rail of clothing.