Told you guys I'd have it up today ;)
Also a quick thought! I'm considering creating playlists of songs that I think would go with each chapter and then posting the link at the beginning. What do you guys think?
-tash
It was around ten thirty when Clary finally woke up; she rolled over to see Jace lying next to her, his arm wrapped around her hips. She smiled before kissing his cheek softly. She let her lips linger there for a moment and his eyes opened slowly.
"Why hello there," he whispered, gently kissing her nose. After lying in bed for another few minutes they got up and Jace asked Clary if she wanted to spend the night, she agreed without hesitating. Jace left the room to take a shower after Clary said she was going to go home quickly. She opened Jace's bedroom window and climbed over to her balcony. Clary snuck into her room and grabbed a new shirt and stepped back onto her balcony. Nimbly, she swung both feet over the railing so she was standing on the outside of it. She stepped back quickly and landed, crouching on the lawn with a small thud.
When Clary walked into her front door she expected her mother too get mad at her for coming home so late. Instead she smiled at her, greeting her with a hug. Clary opened her mouth to speak.
"Alec came over after school to tell me that you and Isabelle were working on a project and you were too focused to let us know." Jocelyn said. Clary couldn't put her finger on it but she felt as though there was something slightly off about the way her mother had said it. Suddenly she realized that Alec and Izzy would have known she was in there house, and the only way to have known that was if they had seen her and Jace in his room, with their shirts off, Clary's eyes opened wider. She cleared her throat.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, it's just that the project is worth a lot. Is it cool if I stay over with Izzy tonight? She wants to have a girl's night, you know, movies, make overs, mundane stuff," Clary lied.
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" Jocelyn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, we have every second Friday off" this part was true. Jocelyn shrugged her shoulders and said it was fine.
Clary ran upstairs and threw some random clothes into her bag, mostly filling it with her weapons, she never went far without them. She ran back downstairs and out the front door yelling "good night mom!" as the door slammed shut. When she walked into the Lightwood's house to see the three teenagers dressed in black. Both boys had on dark jeans with charcoal colored t-shirts, black leather jackets and combat boots. Clary looked over at Izzy; she was wearing a tight black leather skirt and matching top. Her heels were a deep purple and she had a necklace on that matched it, along with her makeup which was flawless.
Before Clary could ask what was going on Izzy grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her upstairs to the bathroom. She threw a small piece of black lace at Clary and told her to put it on. Clary looked at it as if it were going to bite her. She pulled off her clothes and was about to squeeze into the 'dress' when Izzy threw a pink shopping bag at her and Clary pulled out a red and black bra with matching panties. Clary gasped and looked over at Izzy.
"What? What if something happens and we need to rip your dress off to heal you? You don't want to be wearing white cotton granny panties." Clary only sighed and changed into them. When she pulled the dress on she had to ask Izzy to zip it up.
"Wow, you look smokin'" Izzy said as she did Clary's make up.
Clary was about to pull on her black combat boots when Izzy made a noise that sounded like she was being stabbed.
"What are you doing?!" she screamed, "I am not going to let you ruin a perfectly good outfit with those things!"
She threw a pair of black leather boots to Clary, she looked at them horrified; the heels were six inches and reached all the way up to her mid-thigh. She pulled them on and did a once over in the mirror.
"Izzy, I can't wear this dress," she whined trying to tug the dress down.
"Don't worry Clary, if it's up to Jace you won't be wearing it for very long anyways" she replied winking at her through the mirror. Clary stared, her mouth wide open.
"What? I saw you two…napping…together" she laughed
Clary only rolled her eyes and went into the hall. She turned the corner and her face hit something. She looked up at Jace, grinning from ear to ear. She sighed; even in her stilettos she didn't reach the bottom of his chin. He held her at arm's length and looked up and down her body, he grinned and she slapped his arm. He put his arm around her waist and they went downstairs.
Before they left the house they all grabbed a couple weapons, just in case, Clary tucked her stele into her leather jacket along with two seraph blades. She took three daggers and slid them into little compartments on the sides of her boots and stood up. The other three gawked at her as she placed another knife into a holster that was hidden under her dress.
"What? I like to be prepared," she said bluntly, shrugging her shoulders. Jace swallowed hard to suppress a moan. He held his hands in front of him as he tried to press himself down.
When they got into the cab that was parked out front Clary finally asked where they were going.
"You, Clary, are going to lose your clubbing virginity."
"What?" she asked, eyes wide with shock. Jace chuckled and placed his hand on her leg, rubbing his fingers gently on the inside of her thigh, her breath hitched.
"We're going to a club! Pandemonium! We got word from the Clave that there have been a lot of demons around there lately, more than usual." Izzy said, her voice full of excitement.
When they walked up to the main door Clary groaned when she noticed the long line of people waiting to get in. She saw a group of girls drooling over Jace and she glared at them. Jace laughed and placed his arm around her waist before giving her a lingering kiss that left her dazed. The girls in line groaned.
They walked to the front of the line and Izzy whispered something into the bouncer's ear and he unhooked the rope, letting them all in. As soon as they stepped into the club the hairs on Clary's arms and neck stood up.
"Something's definitely here." She said, looking around, peeling the glamour off all the Downworlders.
Jace tightened his grip on Clary's waist. They walked around the club a few times but saw nothing suspicious. From the corner of her eye, Clary saw Simon sitting alone at the bar; he looked up and waved at her.
"Hey, I'm going to go say hi to Simon, I'll be right back" She said in Jace's ear. He nodded before kissing her on the lips and letting go of her hand. She pushed her way through the crowd until she got to Simon.
"Hey!" she said giving him a quick hug, "I haven't seen you in a couple days, where have you been?"
"I wasn't feeling well," he shouted over the crowd. "Hey, wanna step outside for a sec? I can hardly hear what I'm even saying let alone you."
Clary nodded, smiling. As Simon stood up Clary looked over at Jace who had been watching her intently, she gestured to the back door and held up a finger. I'll be back in a minute, she mouthed. He nodded.
Clary turned to follow Simon, as they stepped out into the alley a cool breeze hit Clary in the face, she hadn't realized how loud and hot it had actually been in there. She looked around trying to see where Simone was.
"Over here," he said stepping out from a shadow into the light. Clary walked over to him and smiled, she opened her mouth to say something when she saw something in his eyes flash. She froze when she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around and saw three men, lurking behind her. At first she thought they were only mundanes, she scoffed knowing how easily and quickly this would end; until suddenly she saw the runes inked onto them.
"Simon, get behind me," she said reaching behind her so she could push him back. He stepped back silently until his back hit the wall. She reached into her jacket and pulled out two seraph blades.
"Ariel! Seriniel!" She called out and both of the blades lit up, her hands seemed to glow. She heard Simon gasp behind her. One of the men lunged at her but she stepped out of the way at the last moment. He ran into the corner of a dumpster and laid there for a moment, slightly flustered. He grunted before getting up and pulling out a knife.
"Clary! He has a knife!" Simon yelled.
"I know!"
He ran at her again and she spun, swinging her arm around and slicing his shoulder with the blade; he screamed in agony. The second man ran at her holding a blade in each hand, swinging violently, she dodged the blades before ducking down and kicking her foot out, into his knee cap. He fell to the ground holding his knee.
"You little slut! You're going to regret that!" He yelled, spitting at her. She looked up to see that the third man hadn't moved. She couldn't see his face; he was still partially hidden in the dark still.
"Show yourself," she said, her voice filled with venom. He only laughed, crossing his arms.
"I said show yourself, you pussy! Be a man and show yourself!" She screamed.
"Now, now, Clary, is that any way to speak to me?" the man tsked, taking a step forward into the light.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Clary tightened her grip on her blades and took a step back towards Simon.
"Simon. Leave, now." She demanded.
"I'm sorry Clary, I can't do that." Before Clary could ask what he meant she felt cold arms wrap around her, pinning her arms to her sides. She tried to pull herself away but he didn't release her.
"Simon?" She asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Clary, try not to judge me too harshly."