Jace jumped from roof to roof in the dusk while following the blue-haired demon. 'They are so stupid, thinking we wouldn't find them.' Jace thought while grinning like an idiot. Adrenaline ran through his veins from the buzz of fighting demons. He saw the demon turn a corner and get into the line at the pandemonium- a club for all ages and unbeknownst to mundanes, demons too! He climbed gracefully down onto the ground and was met with Izzy and Alec. "I saw the demon go into the club." He stated. Alec turned to face the club and gripped his seraph blade. Isabelle answered first, "Let's wait a few minutes and then go in. So we won't attract it's attention. They nodded and stood back into the shadows.
They watched the electric blue-haired demon argue with the security guard before it went in. "Always causing fights." Alec muttered under his breath. Jace watched intently as it entered the club suspiciously, annoyed he couldn't follow immediately. However, what caught his eye was the red-head and brunette that entered straight afterwards. The warlock? He wondered. "Okay guys, let's go." He said to his friends. They ran across the street and slid behind the oblivious guard, grateful for the fact that the mundane couldn't see them.
The club was lit with flashing lights, teenagers huddled together dancing. The air was sweaty and thick with drunk teenagers taking up what space there was. He spotted the blue hair walking through the crowd swiftly. He grinned to himself and motioned to Isabelle, "Your turn." She smiled and winked at him in return. Walking through the crowd, her white dress flowing out behind her like a waterfall with her golden whip snaked around her arm. Jace nodded to Alec and held his blade by his side. The parabatai walked side by side as brothers and warriors.
Clary laughed at a joke Simon had said. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I for one, am enjoying myself immensely." Simon said, while scowling at a drunk couple dancing. Clary smiled, "Mm hm." She watched a boy with dyed blue hair watching people on the dance floor. "I'm going to get a drink, I'll be back in a few." Simon said to Clary who nodded in reply. She scanned the club and saw the blue-headed teen walk through the crowd, following a girl with black hair cascading down her back. She looked again and spotted a blonde and brunette. 'Shadowhunters.' She thought and noted the seraph blades in their hands. 'It must be a demon.' She thought and out of curiosity, decided to follow.
Clary followed them into the small cramped closet and watched from the shadows. Smiling at the help the silent rune gave her. The demon spoke first, "What's your name?" The Shadowhunter giggled, causing Clary to roll her eyes. "Isabelle." She replied, still smiling at him. The demon looked at her, completely mesmerised by her eyes. "That's a nice name. I haven't seen you here before." Isabelle giggled again, uncoiling her whip from her arm-thinking only she could see. "Oh, thank you!" She lifted her hand into the air and brought it down swiftly. The whip cracked through the air and came down finding its target-the demon's shoulder. It staggered back as Isabelle recoiled her whip carefully. "He's all yours, boys!"
Jace and Alec appeared from the shadows, grinning. The demon looked startled-yet angry at the same time. "How many of you are there?" Jace looked at Alec and Isabelle. "Just us, demon." The demon backed into the wall, "You won't be able to do this much longer, shadowhunter!" He said, spitting the last word. "Valentine is back, you know! He has gained strength and is back." Clary became confused, Valentine was dead, wasn't he? Alec and Isabelle looked at each other confused. Jace replied, "Valentine is dead. Do not lie to me demon." The demon grinned, showing a row of sharp white teeth. "You can kill me all you want but if you do, I will kill one of your own in return." Alec stood in front of Isabelle protectively, his blue eyes darting to Jace who gave the demon a look of steel. The demon smiled again, "Don't worry. Not any of you three, no, I will kill the one hiding in the corner. Come out!" He sang. Clary stepped out of the shadows and stared at the demon. His unreal green eyes widened. "Ooh! Clarissa Fairchild!" Alec looked at Jace, "That's Valentine's wife's maiden name!" The demon continued, " Valentine won't be pleased to see you at all. Look for your mother, Look for Fray." Clary's eyes were full of anger and bravery. She lifted her hand, a knife gripped tightly in it. "I'm not a Shadowhunter, mate. Go and rot where you belong." She said and threw the dagger through the air.
It hit the demon square in the chest and spread over his body. He fell to his knees and dispersed into the air. The shadowhunters stared at her however before they could say anything, Clary spun around and walked through the doorway into the main club. Her emerald eyes darted across the room like orbs. She spotted Simon looking for her and walked towards him-ignoring the glares she received from people she pushed past. "Simon!" She shouted over the loud music. He turned to look at her but before he could reply she dragged him out into the cold street.
"Clary, wait! You look as if you've seen a ghost." She looked at him, "Something like that." Simon motioned for a cab and they jumped in. "Clary, what happened?" She looked at him, "Saw and heard some things. That's all." Simon held her to his chest and held tightly on to her hand.
They arrived In Brooklyn and Clary jumped out giving the driver a tip and hugging Simon goodbye. She unlocked the door and walked into her home. Faint voices bounced off the walls from the living room. Clary walked down the hallway and leaned against the door. "So you're saying, Clary killed a demon and you came just to tell me?" She heard Magnus' voice first. "No, the demon said she was Jocelyn Fairchild's daughter-Valentine's wife." Jace. Footsteps moved across the room and the door swung open causing Clary to trip. Magnus smirked at her, "Hello missy! Why didn't you just portal here?" Clary smiled at Magnus, "I was with Simon." Magnus turned around and looked at the visitors sitting awkwardly on his red-leather couch. "I'm not leaving you out of a conversation you deserve to be part of." He stepped back against the wall and Clary walked past his slender tall figure into the room to see the shadowhunters she encountered earlier. She scooped up Chairman Meow who was purring at her feet and sat on the windowsill, her back resting against the glass.
Magnus sat down on the chair and looked at Clary. "Apparantly you killed a demon." She nodded and received a wink from Magnus causing her to break into a grin. "But the demon said you were the daughter of Jocelyn Fairchild, right?" She nodded firmly. Magnus sighed. "You know who that is?" Clary nodded again, "Valentine's wife. Left after the uprising, hasn't been seen since." Magnus nodded and looked at Jace, Isabelle and Alec. "You should get back to the Institude. Tell Hodge what you saw." They nodded and left, except Jace. His golden eyes looked into Clary's green ones. He thanked Magnus and left the house.
Clary looked to Magnus. "What happened?" Magnus sighed. "You always knew I wasn't your father. Everyone knows it. However, I never told you who your mother was did I?" Clary shook her head, her curly red hair bouncing as she did so. "Magnus, it's fine. You don't have to tell me. I wouldn't mind." Clary said-she was lying though. Who wouldn't be curious to know who their parents were. Magnus smiled, "Did you know I label myself as a freewheeling bisexual?" Clary looked at Magnus, her green eyes widened in astonishment. "You never told me? Magnus!" She almost screamed. "Come on Clary, are you saying you never guessed?" She shook her head again. "You have five seconds to run before I figuratively kill you!" Magnus grinned and nodded to the challenge, running gracefully out of the room.
Clary looked at the angelic rune she had drawn sub-consciously on the paper. She hadn't slept well that night-having dreams of a woman running with a bundle in her arms. The woman through a street she hadn't seen before. It had been in New York-but where?
Clary grabbed her black purse and locked up the house. Magnus had gone out to a café somewhere to meet an old friend. She hailed a cab and jumped in. "Where do you need to go, miss?" The driver questioned-looking at her through his mirror. "The corner café please. Just near Fifth avenue. Thanks." The driver nodded and began turning his wheel and driving into the street. Clary stared out of the window and watched the world she knew so well go by.
Near to the end of her ride, the driver turned into a street that seemed familiar. She sat up straight in her seat and looked at the street. Apartment buildings lined the avenue. One caught her eye, there was a woman looking out through a crack in her curtains. She was staring right into Clary's green eyes. The balcony above the window was covered in bright and cheerful flowers. The car turned off the street. Soon enough, the cab stopped at the café. Clary handed the driver a few dollars and received a nod in return.
She ran into the café and spotted Simon sipping from a mug staring out of the window. She sighed in relief and sat next to him on the couch. He grinned at her and pushed his glasses further up his face. "Thank goodness you're here. That creepy waitress over there kept giving me these glares cause' she didn't believe I had a friend coming. Wait, what's wrong?" He looked at her nervous expression. "I have been having dreams about this street. Just a woman running through it. The thing is, I think it has something to do with my mother-my real one!" Simon looked down the street. "Does this mean your mother has something to do with this place?" Clary nodded. "Why else would I dream about it?"
Ordering a hot chocolate, Clary described her dream to Simon who listened intently. She looked out of the window again and saw Jace-his pale hair blowing slightly in the wind and his lion-like eyes staring into her own. Leaning into Simon, she continued looking at him. Simon turned his head to see nothing. "Clary? What are you looking at, there's no one there." She squeezed Simon's hand and got up. Ignoring his calls, she walked swiftly out of the café into the alley behind it.
Jace leant against the wall, fiddling with his stele. Clary appeared from the corner-her fiery hair blowing in the breeze. "What do you want?" Jace smiled at her, standing up straight. "I would like to know why you are living with a warlock and what you are. Also, mention where you come from if you would be so kind." His voice was firm yet mocking at the same time. His smile widened. Clary sighed. "I wouldn't tell you even if I knew. I don't exactly trust shadowhunters. And I am living with a warlock because I have a right to, problem?" Jace frowned slightly, why was she so stubborn. He opened his mouth to answer with a smart remark however a ringtone interrupted him. Clary pulled her phone out and answered the call.
"Hello, who is this?" A muffled voice answered her. "Jocelyn? What? How do you have my number?" Jace took a few steps forward to listen, more engaged now. "Listen, Clarissa. I am your mother ok? And I never did anything for you so I completely understand if you don't trust me but tell the Clave, tell Magnus, tell anyone. Valentine is back. He is taking me now, if the Clave launch an investigation the house number is 15b Fifth avenue. I'm sorry." The voice was taken over with a beep. Clary stuck the phone in her pocket, looking at Jace. "I have to go." Before he could stop her, she had already begun running into the grey, miserable city of New York.
Rain had started to fall from the sky like tears, hiding Clary's own. She sprinted across the road, ignoring the angry shouts of drivers. She saw a flat brick wall on a book shop. Pulling out her stele, she drew a portal on the wall. A door of swirling patterns lay in front of her. "hey!" Clary turned, a man with brown and grey hair stood in front of the book shop. His eyes widened when he saw her, "Clarissa?" She stepped through the portal.
The building was the same to the one she saw earlier but somehow, more miserable. She swung open the door. 15a. Nope. She saw some wooden stairs to the left and ran up them. The creaked under feet as if they were going to give way any minute. She jumped the last two steps and looked at the wooden door. 15b. Yes! The door was open a crack and deadly silent. Clary ignored the screaming warning in her mind and kicked open the door, she reached into her pocket for her stele. Empty. "Damn it. I must've dropped it downstairs."
There was a painting shredded to bits on the floor and all the furniture had either been pulled over or destroyed beyond repair. A smell like smoke hung dead in the air. Clary's hair stuck to her forehead as she pushed open another door. Still empty. Suddenly a deep growl ran through the empty rooms. Slowly, Clary turned around. A dog stood there, growling violently. It's eyes were blood-red and matched the blood surrounding it's jaw. Demon. Clary turned to the side, smashed bottle pieces littered the floor. She picked it up slowly and gripped it carefully in her hand, making sure not to draw blood. The growl deepened and before Clary could turn around or injure it, it pounced and it's sharp teeth closed around Clary's neck. She screamed, why didn't she bring a weapon? In return to her own pain, Clary stuck the shard into the demon's neck. The beast screamed, a high-pitch noise.
"Clary?" She turned weakly and saw Jace staring at her. His lion-like eyes widened in shock. The demon disappeared and Clary felt her legs give way. She coughed and saw the red-black blood. Jace ran over to her, "Hey, hey. It's ok." He cradled her in her arms and traced a deflection rune onto her skin. Clary felt the wet tears on her cheek, from pain and sadness. "Clary, you'll be ok. Please, don't close your eyes." Clary gripped onto his hand tightly, attempting to fight the weight pushing against her eyelids. "Don't leave me." Jace smiled at her-an angelic smile. "I'm not going anywhere." The weight won, Clary's eyes closed. The worried shouting fading into blackness.
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