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First off SORRY! I have been on holiday, and it was £5 per day for wifi. I was not paying that! Also had the common disease called WRITERS BLOCK. Urgh.
Updates may not be as frequent, but I will try whenever I can!
Sorry if I miss out parts of the book, but ARTISTIC LISENCE PEOPLE! Also sorry if a bit OOC.
Also, changed description for story. Yay? Nay? Comment or PM.
And you're also thinking 'book 1? Is there gonna be a book 2? :-O' why yes. Yes there is (hopefully!)
This is for sparky199, UnsuccessfullyPublishedAuthor, booksonly, mickeythewolf (wattpad), boxofrandomness, riiver, Aristotelem (fictionpress), Iheartmortalinstruments3, Liss3100, Gitto (you know who you are!) and ! Cake available on demand. But not skittles. El ate them all.
DISCLAIMER!:
Me: Jace, get your arse here now!
Jace: You called for sexy hot stuff?
Me: For god sake, do the disclaimer, or I shall hit you.
Jace: No need to be rude. Alright. Lem over here doesn't own anything except her OC's and the plot. Even though she wishes she had me and my sexy body.
Me: Thanks-…You said what? JACE HERONDALE-LIGHTWOOD-WAYLAND-MORGERNSTERN I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU!
-lem
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Clary
I slowly opened my eyes, for the first time since Jace had collected me from Luke's.
Jace. He actually believed in Sebastian. His motives, plans. Even though he killed Max. His younger Sibling. He had his whole life ahead of him, and it was gone it a flash.
The spark dead because of my brother. My blood.
I looked around the room. A bedside table, overflowing with towels and half melted ice cubes, and a wardrobe full of clothes. They were too small for Jace's sister. But they were all things that suited me, greens, yellows and blues. I was shocked. Why would there be clothes for me? What was Sebastian doing in his spare time, planning world domination and shopping?
Once I had put on some of the things in the wardrobe, I had a look around.
The room joined to mine was obviously a girl's room. It was midnight blue with silver stars all around, like looking at the night sky from Idris. But you could barely see the walls due to the amount of bookshelves lining the walls. There was anything you could have imagined, from Fault in our stars to the shadowhunters codex, to a tale of two cities. The only place there were no books was a corner with art supplies scattered all over it, and by the bed, where a violin was situated.
I moved closer to the drawings. Whoever drew these was obviously talented. Landscape shots of London, drawings of Jace. Even a boy with charcoaled hair, and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
There were more though. More disturbing. Pages of a barren landscape, a cup, a prison cell with 9 people in. An angel in the middle of an old town, holding out one hand. A woman with long black hair, with a footnote. The bitch will die in flames. Creepy.
The scariest ones were at the back of the notebook, with protecting runes all over it. Once I had got though them, only just since they were very strong, I gasped.
Sebastian. The book was full of them. Sebastian as I knew him, scowling and manipulative. But also, Sebastian smiling, laughing and generally not being the Sebastian I knew. But one thing was off. His eyes. None of the drawings used colours except these. Eyes as green as the spring grass. Must have been a mistake. But how could it, when there were pages and pages full of them? Even a study of the eyes, one half shocking green, one as black as onyx. I spun around and looked at the room in more depth, trying to comprehend what I just saw.
There were knives stuck haphazardly into the wall, pinning in place photographs. Some of Jace and El in London maybe? Some with El and Sebastian at a movie, one with all 3 of them. There were also pictures of people I didn't know. A boy with brown hair and brown eyes with a scar running under his cheek, and a middle aged man with a laptop, with codes all over it. Was he hacking maybe?
I slowly backed out of the room and ran into the one across the hall. Jace's. It also had pictures posted on the walls with knives, and neat bookshelves, but not as many as the other room. One of the pictures was of him and El, the other… Jace and I. I was trying not to cry, as a few salty tears cascaded down my cheeks. Not working well then.
I ran into the next room. It was obviously Sebastian's, and good god, it was a mess. Sheets of paper, everywhere, the bed rumpled, clothes strewn along the floor. I was trying to find whatever I could about his plans, but there was only a half-finished letter in the bin. It looked like 2 people were writing it at once. But it wasn't Jace. It couldn't be El, as the first words were so smeared, I could only just recognise them, the green ink running.
To Elodide, my love.
Oh my god.
I was about to run when someone grabbed me from behind. I thought it was Jace, but then Sebastian's voice was harsh in my ear, like sandpaper crossed with honey.
I mentally screamed, hoping someone would save me from him. Hoping someone would save me from my own blood.
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Elo
"So then, how many family packs of skittles did you just eat?" Jace was shocked at my eating skills. Now he owes me ten quid. Never bet against me big brother, your money will go down the drain faster than skittles down my mouth. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that. See how long he was spending money.
"4. And counting. You so owe me money. You called it quits after 2 bags."
"Yeah but seriously, 4? Bet you can't do 5."
"Try me bitch."
I started laughing when I saw his face. Priceless. I was laughing, clutching my new fall out boy tee. Then Jace started sniggering. Dude, lighten up! But then again, he was under Sebastian's control, and he has a crap sense of humour. Johnathan on the other hand….
I was about to start on my fifth pack of skittles when I felt a shudder and a pure feeling of the upmost terror.
Clary.
I dropped the skittles as I ran to the bedrooms, the colours of the rainbow spilling around me on the floor.
We ran down the hall until we stopped at Sebastard's door. I poked my head in and scrunched my eyebrows and as I saw the sight that was in front of me.
Clary was like a block of ice, frozen. But the scary thing was that Sebastian was hugging Clary, in a grotesque parody of a lovers embrace. Sebastian never hugged anyone. Johnathan might though.
Sebastian let go when he saw us coming through the doors. The Herondale's were pretty infamous for their good looks and sheer wit. But it wasn't because of that. I don't think Jace would have appreciated him hugging his girlfriend, even if they were related and Jace was kinda possessed and shizz. But then again…
Holy shit. Is this incest!? Sebastian was pretty sick. No, very creepy. His sister?
That's why Clary was so scared. Her brother loved her, in a bit more than brotherly love. But I think she was just freaking out about a psychopath hugging her.
He let her go and ruffled her hair. I was shocked. What the hell. Mind connection time.
Clary. 3 words. What. The. Heck?
Tell you later. Meet me in my room.
I've got soundproofing and a triple lock in my room though. I had it installed when I first got here. And I tested the soundproofing when I chucked vases across the room on the wall. Long story.
Your room then.
They started walking out. Guess they got lunch before. I hoped they had Cornish pasties. I needed Cornish pasties.
No dice. Alright, it was nice, posh cheese and ham, and wine. The food was ok, but the wine tasted like maturing dust in liquid.
I coughed. Sebastard look up from staring at Clary to look at me. "Something wrong. Sweetheart?"
I then happily proceeded to give him a few lessons in the expletives from the streets and spat the wine all over his crisp white t-shirt.
He just looked at me whilst Clary was trying not to laugh her head off.
They were talking about plans. I started eavesdropping then. They had a plan? Good god, I thought they just messed around all the time. No plan whatsoever.
Everyone has a plan, has a destiny. You too, Tem.
Fuck destiny. I'm making my own.
*mental sigh* How did I know you would say that.
Because I'm special!
This so reminds me of the time we broke into the liquor store.
Ah, angels aren't all goody goody are they? Good times.
I swear you are the only person to get me drunk to date. And I lived a hell of a long time.
Dude, you drunk out 2 WHOLE STORES!
No comment Tem. Just no comment.
That was a comment.
You are insufferable.
I know!
Then they started going on about Clary knowing the plan in one week. What! I didn't know the plan yet!
"Excuse me! I AM going to know the plan, whether you bastards like it or not."
Jace was just smirking. He was probably thinking that his sister got the Herondale bite.
"No." Sebastian stated.
"I'm wounded!" I shouted, pretending to swoon. "It could be fatal! GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL AT ONCE YOU MUNDANE FOOLS!"
Clary had the hint of a smile on her face, but she was looking at Sebastian and back to the wine bottle like she was tempted to hit him over the head with it. If I wasn't scared about what would happen to Jace, I would. I wanted to hit Sebastian in the head with a brick, but then what about Johnathan? He would be hurt, and after all, same body, different souls.
God. 3 weeks ago, I would never have dreamed of this. Ok, I had an idea of the shit going on behind the scenes of normality, but never to this extent.
"How's the wine?" he asked
Clary grimaced as she drained the glass.
"Delicious" she muttered with as much sarcasm as she could muster.
"Ok, I'm gonna show Clary around." Sebastian started to contradict me, but being me I stared him down. "And before a word comes out of your mouth I don't give one what you say, I am gonna show Clary around."
I dragged Clary out and down to my room, wondering one question.
What is the truth?
…
Clary ran in my room and sat on the bed. When I started working on the bolts I heard sobbing. Pure heartbroken sobbing. Once I had finished with the bolts I turned around. Clary had her head buried in the white and silver geometric cover crying into the sheets. She looked up, translucent tears running down her face in sheets. It had always fascinated me that everyone's tears were a translucent silver, whereas mine were adamas. Another weird thing about me.
I ran over to Clary and gave her a quick hug. I wanted to comfort her, but time was against us. 3 bolts wouldn't stop my brother. He would just kick the door down. I didn't want to pay for the damages. Then again, I could just swipe Sebastian credit card. I hated Sebastian, but I loved his credit card.
"Clary, Clary. I need to know everything. And I mean everything. Start from the beginning."
She sniffled
"Ok then. Well, it all started when me and Simon, you know Simon, went to the Club Pandemonium…"
And she told me everything. Filling in the gaps that Jace never told me.
When she got up to that Magnus, I interrupted her.
"Is that princess glitter bomb?" Shit. I has pissed off the high warlock of Brooklyn. Wonderful.
She simply nodded and continued, more tears running down her face.
Just as I was about to tell her what happened from when I met Sebastian, there was a light knock at the door.
"Who is it? We don't want to be bothered by your shitty issues right now."
"El, its Jace. Is Clary there?"
"Yeah"
"Can I come in?"
I looked at Clary for and answer. She simply wiped her eyes and nodded mutely.
"Fine. Touch anything without permission, your skewered."
I pushed my drawing pads shut and let him in. I thought I had shut some of them. Obviously not.
He walked in and looked at Clary with a smile.
"El, get out"
"Rude child" I muttered under my breath as I stuck my tongue out and left. I noticed Clary always twisted a golden leaf ring when she was anxious. She was doing it again as I shut the door.
It will be okay Clary. It will be okay.
As I was projecting that to Clary, I wondered, will anything be okay ever again?
…
I started to walk along the corridor, hearing the faint strains of just one yesterday coming from the room. Then the most beautiful singing I had ever heard started and I was transfixed on the spot, just drowning in the melody.
I thought of angels
Choking on their halos
Get them drunk on rose water.
See how dirty I can get them
Pulling out their fragile teeth
And clip their tiny wings
Then I started singing.
Anything you say can and will be held against you
So only say my name
It will be held against you
Anything you say can and will be held against you
Then the other voice joined in:
So only say my name…
If heaven's grief brings hell's rain
Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
For just one yesterday
Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
For just one yesterday
For just one yesterday.
I wandered into the bathroom in my bra and knickers. Well, Jace and Clary had went on their date, which would probably end up them having sex somewhere, and Sebastian was doing whatever an evil mastermind did in spare time so I was pretty much alone. I did need a wash after all. The singing must have been a hallucination. No one was here. I knew I needed therapy.
As I pulled the shower curtain back I heard a scream. A masculine scream and I pale hand grabbing my own the other grabbing the shower curtain. Well narrowing down. 2 boys in the apartment. It wasn't Jace, the hand was too pale. That narrowed it down to…
Oh god. No no no. I just had to walk in on Sebastian. It couldn't have been Clary or even Jace, which would have been less awkward. But noo… I had to be Sebastian, the person who I was most confused about. Mr mixed feelings. Or Mr mixed personality.
I tried to look just at his face. I really didn't work. I stole a quick glance at his chest. Not bad. Not bad at all. I had an urge that I should have put a fancier bra on, not my nude one. Wait, why did I want this? Huh. Love leaves you with no choice about who it is. Some people just get normal people. Me? I get a shadowhunter version of Jekyll and Hyde, one of them an evil mastermind. Yay.
I looked him straight in the eyes. Thank god they weren't black at this moment.
He looked at my bra then.
"Cute" I then proceeded the thwack him over the head with the towel.
"Get dressed John. We need to talk."
"El?"
I turned around to John
"Nice tattoo's" I laughed and walked out of the door.
…
"John! Open the door!" No answer.
"Johnathon Christopher Fairchild open the goddamn door or I will kick it down!"
Just as I was halfway through a kick the door opened and Johnathan stood in the doorway trying to dodge the kick to the door.
"Whoa there!"
I looked at Johnathan. He was wearing black jeans, barefoot and no shirt.
"Nice. I heard the invisible shirt is the first word in fashion these days."
"Ha ha ha. Do you want anything to drink? Beer? Wine?"
He gestured over to the corner of the room, a little cabinet full of alcohol. I liked this guy even more.
"Scotch. I need Scotch."
He slid me over a glass and I downed it in one.
"So, you wanted to talk. Shoot."
The bubble of worry expanded in my chest as it came blurting out.
"I'm scared. I have never been so scared in my life. I'm scared of Sebastian. I saw the people locked up, tortured. I'm scared for Jace. And Clary. And everyone. But more importantly, I'm scared for you. Even though you have done nothing wrong, you will be blamed. Just because its your body, they will kill you, even though it is not your actions, your will. I'm scared you will be hurt. Broken. Like broken glass."
"Is that what your tattoo is?"
I mutely nodded. I had quite a low back on the top, so it was clearly visible. The put his hand onto my back, the callused fingers tracing the sharp, jagged edges that formed together to make the design of a pane of broken glass on my back. I shivered, but not from the cold. Something different. Something else, something totally new
I spun around so I was facing him. His eyes were a bright green, and his face was getting closer. I don't know is that was I or he leaning in.
When our lips brushed, I felt a burn and a spark of electricity, or fire running though my veins. As we were about to kiss, I heard a female voice and a rapid torrent of Italian.
I pulled back, I thought he seemed… disappointed?
"Crap" her muttered and a torrent of cursing followed in about 9 different languages.
"Who is that?"
"Sebastian invited a few vampires and a mundie around. For some, as he calls it, fun."
"What do you me- Oh." Reality crashed down on me like a wave.
"Quick tip. I'd stay in your room. I'm so so sorry El."
He was about to say more but I ran out of the room, tears streaming down my face and making puddles on the floor. I heard swear words and then a cheerful hello ladies! Not John.
I worked on the bolts on my bedroom door and looked at my violin. It had been ages since I had played, it was a way of de-stressing, and I needed that more than anything.
I played. I played of all of the confusion, the happiness, the heartbreak. I played of the unofficial date, the almost kiss. I played all of the bad times, the punching and violence. It spoke of the good and bad, the light and dark, seraphic and demonic. It spoke of Johnathan.
I don't know when, but I put the violin down, and fell into a deep sleep. I prayed for no more dreams.
Unfortunately, my prayer wasn't answered.
