Chapter 10- Day 2 Part 5
So, let's start off with the shout-outs and questions I have to address.
Guest- I agree, the wait is too long. I'm sorry.
Belledelle- You know, when I saw your username, I thought of Hell's Belle, which was a murderess but then I found out her last name was different so it's all good.
MariFzeka286- There will be Clace in this chapter.
Serenity Shadowhunter- I like your profile pic. Who is it? Because I'm pretty sure that's not Jamie C. Bower.
Sherlock-holmes-fangirl101- Aww, thanks. I'm glad I make you feel better.
Limepop2- That'll be coming soon. Maybe in the next two chapters or so.
NemiTheVeggieEater- You have such a unique username lol. And you're welcome.
Catia Rose- It's messing with mine too.
ORIGINALSHADOWHUNTER- That's a very good guess.
Shannie83- Thanks, I've been planning that conversation for a while. I'm glad it turned out okay.
Noaverageangel- Thanks so much!
Mara Fray- All will be revealed with time (say the next two chapters?)
Thank you so much as always. Also, I've decided there's probably going to be about 4 or 5 chapters after this. I'm sorry. It's not a very long story. It's only three days so ehh. Well technically 4…
I've been very anti-homework lately so I have nothing else to do but update my stories.
Also, please go and read and review on my other TMI story. I feel like that one will turn out better than this one because it's going to be longer and there's more drama in the plot.
Enjoy!
Clary September 22nd, 2013 12:00pm
I don't know how I felt about going back to the Lightwood Mansion. I was a bundle of nerves. Jace didn't talk the entire taxi ride there, his stance rigid and his jaw hardened. That made me even more nervous. What would he be so serious about?
When we got there, he practically threw a wad of bills at the drivers face and yanked me out of the car.
"Hungry?" he asked, trying to be polite and I shook my head. He dragged a hand through his hair.
"Come on," he said tightly and led me through the house to a part I've never seen before. It was dark and gloomy and the minute I stepped in, I felt my heart drop like there was a weight on there. Something about the aura of the place made me feel scared. I shook it off. It's an old house, creaky floorboards, cobwebs, it's nothing, I convinced myself.
"Welcome to the East Wing," Jace said with a shaky confidence and pointed at a painting hanging on the far end of the corridor, "That's what I have to show you. Recognize him?"
I made my way to the front of the painting. The man in the painting did look familiar. In fact, he looked so much like Patrick without his wig. But there were differences in the cheekbones and the severity of the features. But he looked familiar in a different way too. Not just because he looked like Patrick. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
And then I swear the man's eyes moved to look at me, it was subtle enough to seem like a trick of the eye but significant enough to send shivers down my spine.
"This is Valentine Morgenstern," Jace explained, "He posed as Patrick and tried to rape you."
I shook my head. I could see why Jace thought that but Patrick and he were completely different people. It's an artist thing, "No…"
But Jace continued, "And about two nights ago at around 10 at night, he came to my room and told me that I would die in 3 days unless I made a girl fall in love with me and killed her. If I didn't, I'd die and spend eternity in a place that's worse than hell. I'm not crazy."
"I believe you," I reassured him. I had to believe him. It happened to me, why couldn't it happen to him?
"And then I met you and you were so funny and infuriatingly beautiful and then I knew that I couldn't kill you. So I went out with Kaelie and I have about fifteen numbers in my phone that I haven't even dialed yet. If I had a choice, I would ask you out but I can't because then I'd be risking too much. So when I kissed you and you pulled away, that made me come to my senses and I had to distance myself," he let out a sigh.
I feel a pang in my chest. Oh Jace… I felt the words coming to my mouth and I was about to tell him all about the cancer and Jocelyn and the gift when Alec and Magnus stumbled into the room. They were locked in a tight embrace, peppering each other with little kisses and then Magnus notices us.
"Um, Alec," Magnus pulls away, "We have company."
Alec turns quickly and grins sheepishly, "Sorry about that. I didn't know you were home."
"Oops," Magnus shrugs, about to drag Alec out that door to a different corner of the house to make out and then stops and stares at us.
Actually, not at us. He was staring past us at the painting.
"What's that?" Magnus asks, his voice halting and low.
"A painting," Alec looks at him strangely, "What's wrong?"
In three long strides, Magnus is standing directly in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. "Remember. If you ever get in trouble, call for me."
Then he takes Alec's hand and leaves the room.
Well that was strange.
Jace September 22nd, 2013 12:30pm
We were back at the park where we first met. I was hungry and bought both of us hot dogs and drinks to eat while we talked. There was something that passed through Clary when I told her about the curse. Something like understanding? But that's ridiculous. We sat in silence for a long time until Clary broke it.
"So what are you going to do? You have one more day," she asks.
I shake a hand through my hair, "I'm not going to do it. I can't."
She looks at me, surprise tingeing her green eyes, "Why not?"
I looked at her for a long time. Probably longer than was necessary. I took in the way she sat on the rocks, completely relaxed, her red hair tumbling around her shoulders. The curiosity and hidden fire in her eyes. The way she observed people, like she saw so much more. I couldn't stop the words as they tumbled out, "Because I love you."
Her eyes widened in surprise and she opened her mouth to say something but I leaned in to kiss her before she could say anything. I was scared of her rejection. I would reject me too after all I told her. She tasted sweet, the taste left over from her iced tea and she kissed back.
When we finally pulled away, we were both breathing irregularly.
"I love you too," she says softly. I felt my lips tug into a smile and then my head kicked in.
"No," I jumped up, "You can't. We can't. I think that it would be best for us to ignore each other. Just one more day before I'm gone forever."
Anger, surprise and hurt flitted across Clary's face before she settled on anger, "Bullshit, Jace Wayland!" she yelled, "I know your game now! You can't tell me you love me and then tell me I can't love you back."
"I'm sorry," I reply as I slowly walked away.
Clary September 22nd, 2013 1:00pm
I wiped at my angry tears. Screw him. Whatever! But I knew that wasn't what I wanted. Jace is going to die tomorrow. The reality of that sunk in like an unwanted thing. Jace is going to die tomorrow.
I can't let that happen! I just can't!
The only way that Jace can live is if he kills me. Because I'm the girl that loves him. But he's too noble to actually do that.
My phone rang and I looked down.
Chris.
"Hi," I tried to sound cheery.
"Hi, Clary?" he asked.
"Yep, that's me."
"Are you okay? You sound funny," he sounded concerned.
"I'm fine, just have minor sniffles," I force a giggle.
"Oh, can you still make it tonight?"
"Of course!"
"Pick you up at seven?" he asks, "What's your address?"
I tell him and hung up, folding my arms. I suddenly felt cold. It's just one date. One last date before I die.
Chris took me to a high-end restaurant but he was smart enough to call in ahead of time so we didn't have to wait. I had lobster that night, and Chris had steak and we talked about art and our lives but I felt like I couldn't really open up to him. Maybe that was a good thing. Don't break his heart too much. Don't let him get too close.
He was a perfect gentleman and brought me to Simon's door at the end of the night.
"Thank you," I smile at him, "Tonight was fun."
Chris beams, "You're welcome."
I lean in and give him a light peck on the lips, "Goodbye, Chris." And I let myself into Simon's apartment.