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Clary:

The rest of my day had gone about as well as I had thought it would, which was to say that it went very, very badly. I became more and more tired as the day went on, to the point where Jon literally forced me to sit out of gym, since I couldn't even stand up straight.

It was miserable. Jon had to give me a piggy back ride to all of our classes past fifth period, and my seventh period, we had both agreed that me coming to school today was a terrible idea.

The one thing that was worth note about my day was, in fact, more bad news. Shocking right? While on Jon's back between periods, I once again saw the fleeting profile of our… cousin of a sorts, the same one that I had seen on the first day of school. And nothing was ever good when our family was involved.

But, needless to say, by the time we got back to our house, I stumbled to our couch, and literally collapsed. I was out like a light after that.

Luckily, the next day we had off of school for some reason or another, but I wasnt going to look a gift horse in the mouth. No, I was going to sleep. And sleep. And sleep.

And I did. I slept all the way until early the next night, but thankfully when I woke I had refilled my well of angelic power, and no longer felt like I was wading through the worst hangover in history.

Jon and I went out to dinner, trying to clear out minds and get out of the house a bit, since Jon had stayed in the whole time with me like the good brother he was. If only dinner could be simple and peaceful, the day would have been a raging success.

So naturally, dinner was neither simple or peaceful.

Because when our family is involved, nothing is.

In fact, our drinks had just been set down on the plastic table of the diner's booth when Raphael, Michael's little brother sat down across from us. A fallen angel of middling ranks.

So naturally, my heart stopped when I found myself looking into his dark, haunted face. And before I even knew what was happening, Jon had shoved me behind him in the booth, and was practically growling at Raphael, teeth bared.

While it was wonderful to see how much Jon loved me, I was a child of Heaven, and as such, I would not allow myself to be shoved behind a male when a threat arose. So I moved Jon over, and slid back next to him, baring my own teeth at Raphael.

"Leave this town and erase all memory of its existence from your worthless little head and we will leave it attached to your neck," I state to the fallen angel in front of my, my voice level. This was not a conversation that had room for mercy or leniency.

Raphael leaned back against the padding of the booth, seeming unconcerned that he was outnumbered, far outmatched, and that he had just been threatened with decapitation. "Is that any way to greet a member of your family, twins?" He asked, a dark smiling twisting it's way onto his angular face.

"You are no family of ours, demon," Jon spit at Raphael, his hand sliding to the knife I knew he had sheathed on his abdomen.

"Maybe no family of yours, Jonathon, but Clary is my family now," he replied, looking like a snake waiting to strike. My heart stuttered, and it was like I could feel the cold hand of the past closing in around it, catching up to me as I tried to run from it.

It would have been an unusual statement to anyone else listening, since Jon and I were twins, but we both understood. And it only made us both angrier, as Raphaels words ignited the need protect each other from the now-estranged family that was trying to keep us apart. Because Raphael was right. Even though Jon and I were twins, only he was allowed, or welcomed in our family home.

Because I was fallen, and Jon was not.

Because Raphael was a demon, a fallen angel, and now, so was I.

Because no matter how far Jon and I ran, trying to escape what we had brought upon ourselves, we couldn't escape both Heaven and Hell.

No one could.

But we could steal a little more time from them both.

Jon:

Clary and I lunged at the same time. I went for Raphael, and Clary went for a small knife hidden in her boot, and cut a small line across her palm, letting blood well up before she began chanting under her breath. No one had noticed yet, since we were in the back corner booth, but if they did it would be hard to explain why I had a struggling teenager in a headlock while Clary was performing an exorcism.

Albeit an augmented one, made to work on fallen angels instead of spirits, but nonetheless an exorcism.

I could feel when it began to work, since Raphael began violently thrashing in my arms, before he lit up like a Christmas tree and disappeared in a burst of light.

Clary clutched a napkin in her hand to stop the bleeding, even though the cut was already almost gone due to the faster healing of angelic beings. "That's our cue to go, Jon," she said, grabbing her bag and making for the door. I happened to agree, and I was following after her the next second, throwing a twenty on the counter.

And as the bell dinged when we walked out the diner's door, even though we had just solved a problem, I knew it wasnt the end of it.

Nowhere near the end.

Thank you all for reading, I now know that I will be able to get a chapter up before my break, so be on the lookout for that! Leave a review telling me what you thought of this chapter, it means a lot, and also, a special shout out to AFourAddict, who has been leaving me super, super nice reviews and it has been making my days. Till next time! Bye!