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Thedarkwhiteangel

The Golden Angel

Congrats guys! Please keep reading and reviewing! Oh, someone asked me about the people from the other books. Like where are they, will they show up, they know the truth? So, I was thinking about adding them in here in a couple of chapters. Though, I don't know what I should do. What do you think? Should I? Please answer in the reviews!

On with the story!

Disclaimer - I wish I owned these character but sadly I do not. I only own the plot and made up characters like Eric Ravenclaw and a different character I mentioned a couple chapters back, Nicholas Sabine.

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The next morning-

Jaces(1) POV-

After my talk last night with myself, wow I sound psychotic, I had went to my assigned room. Conveniently, the other Jaces were also in the same hallway. Now no one will suspect our "evil" plan. Luckily there wasn't a massive time difference so we all looked the same. This plan was getting easier by the minute.

I was still in shock from the news that Clary and I are related. How someone so good and passionate share the same blood as an asshole like me? Why do I feel this way about her? The feelings I feel towards Isabelle and Clary are completely different. With Izzy, I feel protective and love in the brotherly sense. But with Clary, yes, I feel protective but also like I want to rip her clothes off. I get this weird feeling in my stomach every time she smiles, laughs, looks at me, or even she enters a room. Her beautiful red hair seems to brighten up a rooms atmosphere. I also love it when she blushes. By the angel, her blush makes me want to gather her in my arms and never let her go. In fear of her being swept away by another for the beauty and life she possess.

I admit, there are countless better men for her. She deserves the world, and I am not the best choice for her. But I can promise you this, no one, NO ONE, will EVER love her as much as I do. I swear on the angel that that is the stone cold truth.

Moving on from my mini rant inside my troublesome mind. I glanced at the clock. I immediately knew that I had to get up as soon as I saw the time. 7:32 AM. This may seem early to any mundane, but to Shadowhunters, this was the perfect time to rise and face what may be our very last day. Though, I don't think any hunting will be going on for a while. Angel knows that if any of us are seen hunting with carbon copies of ourselves, the Clave would jump on the chance to arrest is for "dark magic". Stupid jackasses.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled out of my bed. I landed gracefully on my feet and crossed the room moving towards the dresser. I reached it and opened the drawer I knew had t-shirts and the one under it had jeans. I pulled out a light gray shirt with dark blue jeans. I shed my pajamas and tugged on the form fitting outfit. After I deposited my night clothes in the hamper bt the bathroom door, I brushed my teeth and started to make myself a little less crazy looking. After this, I went back to my bed to make it when a quiet knock resounded through the room.

It was three perfectly timed knocks so I knew it was the other to Jaces. I swiftly walked to the old wooden door and swung it open. I was right about the occupants behind it and ushered them inside making sure no one saw or heard the commotion. What can I say, you can never be to careful. Jace(2) was wearing a white shirt and black jeans, and the other one was dressed in a black shirt with light wash blue jeans.

"Okay, does everyone know the plan?" Asked Jace(2) I nodded as did Jace(3).

"We go to breakfast, split the people from this time up without arousing suspicion. Then we set the plan into motion." I said. Again they nodded and just as Jace(3) was about to explain the plan in extreme detail, a sound flowed into the room through the small crack of the door.

(ha ha! Bet you thought that I was going to explain their "evil" plan! Nope suckers! Keep reading and you'll figure it out!)

This wasn't just any sound though. It was enchanting and amazing. It reminded me of the sirens from myth. They lured sailors to their deaths by their beautiful voices and their songs. Though, I knew that this wasn't going to lead me to my untimely death. I looked back towards the other two and I knew they heard it to. We shared a look of agreement and decided to follow it. We opened the door and filed out.

It was a beautiful voice singing a song I had heard a few times before. Isabelle had become obsessed with it and so I naturally knew it by heart. The song was I will always love you by Whitney Houston. Whoever was singing it was in perfect harmony with the music and was enchanting us. Soon we were full out sprinting to the sound just to see who was singing. We ended up at the kitchen.

Someone had decided to make us breakfast (which smelled delicious by the way) and had started to sing better than any angel. We reached the door and came to an abrupt halt. We all glanced at one another and Jace(3) slowly and quietly pushed the door open. For a brief second, I imagined an angel standing in the kitchen singing her heart out. But when we saw who was singing, I knew that this was much better than any angel.

Standing over a pan sizzling with bacon, was Clary. The one from this time period.

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun with ringlets falling down on each side of her face. She was just getting to the part where Whitney Houston sings the chorus. As she took a deep breath she let out a long, beautiful, loud sound that formed the words...

And I will always love you!

I hope life treats you kind .

She continued and then stopped singing. For a moment I thought she figured out we were behind her, bit then she sung the last part of the song with so much skill that I nearly fainted.

And as she finished she sighed and a small smile graced her lips. If I dropped dead right now, I thought, I'd die a happy man. Then she said. "Do you all want your eggs scrambled or not?" At first I thought she was talking to herself but then she turned around and gave us a pointed look. I stared at her in complete shock. She knew we were there the whole time! That little vixen!

Then Jace(3) gave her a smirk and said, "Scrambled please." She smiled at him and turned back around and continued the task of fixing breakfast. Jace(2) just shook his head and sat down at the table. I soon followed as did the other Jace. We all needed to process what just happened. Sadly, Clary didn't sing again but only hummed. The food smelled heavenly and my I was trying so hard to keep my stomach from rumbling.

As if her food called to them, everyone else trickled in one by one. Soon, we were all seated and chatting about meaningless things. After about five minutes Clary started to serve everyone. The Alec from this time got his first and quickly took a bite. As soon as he tasted it, he moaned and thanked Clary. One by one we received our food and devoured it. "Where did you learn to cook like this!" Asked Simon(2). She shrugged and replied, "nowhere, I just follow the directions and gradually get better." Wow, this girl is just amazing. "Alec you lucky bastard! I wish my husband could cook like this! I might just steal her from you!" Isabelle said.

Alec laughed as did the rest of us. "In your dreams Iz. Clary's mine!" This would have been believable, if he hadn't winced while he spoke. Got you sucker! This was going to be a fun day. We went back to random chatting and soon everyone was done. The plates were washed and put up as everyone went back to the library. I excused my self saying some excuse that seemed okay because no one questioned me. In reality, I was going to my station.

I found the hall closet I was suppose to hide in and got in position. Now all I had to do was wait.

And wait.

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Jace(3) POV

Time to put the plan into motion.

The younger me should be in the closet ready to intercept Alec. Now me and well...the other me, need to take action. We were all heading towards the library when Jace(2) speaks up. "I say we let the all of the Magnus' have the library and the rest of us just go to our rooms or train. Do whatever. Who's up for it?" They all looked at him and shrugged. Didn't seem suspicious at all. Well, as long as you didn't know what was actually going on.

So we all split up. Phase one complete. I watched as the Alec from this time walked down the hallway that the other Jace was hiding in. Perfect. He doesn't suspect a thing. Jace(2) looked at me than jerked his head towards the Clary that was supposedly married to Alec. It was my turn now. All I had to do was wait a few minutes until I could put my part into action. I slightly nodded my head towards Jace(2) to show him I understood.

Then I mouthed to him. "You get Simon. Meet us back in my room in 45 minutes. Got it?" He gave me a thumbs up and jumped into action. Okay, time to solve this mystery and get to the bottom of things. Woah, I just went all Scooby Doo on myself. Focus Jace! Just follow Clary! I mentally slapped myself and quietly but quickly followed the red head that was a few meters ahead of me.

Game time, baby!

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Jace(2) POV-"Hey! Rat face!" I called towards the Simon that was apparently a Shadowhunter. He spun on his heel with an annoyed look on his face. "What do you want Goldilocks. I have better things to do than be subject to your insults." I merely rolled my eyes. "I just wanted to see how good you are at fighting. If you are a shadowhunter now, I want to know how far along in your training. So what do you say Rat boy? Think you can take me on?" I asked teasingly as to provoke him. He can't resist now. I got this in the bag.

Simons face heated up with fury. "I am a shadowhunter now and I can kick your ass any day asshat." And me, being the so called "asshat" decided to make him want to kill me. "Prove it Felicia." His face got so red that it put Clarys hair to shame. He was shaking trying not to punch me. I calmly walked away and towards the training room, knowing he would follow me. And per usual, I heard his footsteps right behind me. Oh, this is going to be fun! Get ready to get your ass kicked Lewis.

Time skip of a few minutes-

When we got to the training room, we both got changed into loose clothing. All we wore were sweatpants and black leather gloves with out fingers. These gloves kept us from getting our knuckles all bloodied and from spraining our wrists. "What do you want to start with Lewis? Weapons or hand to hand?"

"Hand to hand. I'm better at that than weapons. Though, I'm pretty bad ass at the long sword." He answered. "Okay, but this is your life that you're risking. I'll try not to hit you to hard." I said as I turned to face him with a smirk on my handsome face. We quickly summed each other up. I was fit and was always ready to fight. He was a little less fit but he still had abs and looked like an actual fighter. Hmm, he just might be a worthy opponent.

I got into my fighting stance as did he. At first we just circled each other. Then he made a swift kick to my right side. I barely dodged it but still kept my footing. As he was placing his foot down, I let my leg sweep his feet out from under him. He fell but quickly did a back flip and was back on his feet. "Your not half bad Lewis." I said, and he looked shocked at first surprised by the unexpected compliment. Then I ruined his momentary lapse by saying, "But unfortunately for you, I'm better." He rolled his eyes and then glared. "Your way to full of yourself dickhead."

He charged me and managed to get me around the waist. I stumbled backwards but remained standing. We wrestled for a couple minutes. I was trying to throw him off while he was trying to pin me down. Finally my legs gave out and I fell backwards. He remained standing and smirked down at me. "Fall? What happened to his unbeatable majesty?" I glared at him and replied back snarky, "I didn't fall, the earth rotated incorrectly." As he laughed I took this advantage to again sweep his legs out from under him. He landed on his back and I climbed on to of him, pinning him to the mat. Simon desperately tried to escape my grip but to no avail. Then he brought his leg up and kneed me in the stomach. I was momentarily winded and he escaped my grip. Simon tried getting to his feet but I wrapped my arm around his neck and locked him in a choke hold.

We were both still standing but that changed when he lost his footing and brought me with him. I was unrelenting in my hold on him so he was losing oxygen fast. He brought his hand down and tapped the mat three times. After that, I let him go. Rising to my feet, I looked down at him. Simon was on his knees with his arms holding him off the mat. He took him big gulps of air and his face turned back to it's normal color. His brown doe eyes looked up at me. He attempted to stand but considering all the damage I did to his legs, it was a hard task to complete.

After this training match, I had a little more respect towards him. He wasn't half bad, but still had a little way to go. The respect for him kicked in and I put my hand out to help him up. At first he just looked at it, then at me. I rose my eyebrow and motioned for him to take it. He finally relented in his questioning stare and took it. I pulled him up and onto his feet. We quickly released hands and he said, "Just so we're clear, I let you win."

I waved my hand and said, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." We both went to bench where our water bottles were. After slowly drinking it, I twisted the cap back on. I then turned to him and asked, "Shall we try out you so called "amazingly bad ass" long sword skills?" He nodded and replied, "Yeah sure."

But now I needed to actually put my part of the plan into motion. "How about we make this interesting? Let's swear on the angel that whoever wins must tell the other one thing they want to know." He thought about this for a moment, and seeing nothing unusual, agreed. "Okay, as long as you swear to. No cheating." I nodded and said, "I Jace swear on the angel that I will tell Simon Lewis whatever he wishes to know if I lose this long sword match." He nodded seeming pleased and made his vow. "I Simon Lewis swear on the angel Raziel to tell Jace, whatever your last name is, whatever he wishes to know if I lose the long sword match.

I decided to ignore the comment about my last name and nodded. We crossed the room and each choose our long swords. We went back to the tattered mat and got poised to fight. "You ready Rat boy?" He rolled his eyes and said, "As ready as you are Blondie." Then, our swords clashed.

(I really don't want to write the long sword scene so just come up with one.)

Time Skip to five minutes later-

The battle ended with both boys panting but with Jace as the winner. "How did you beat me?! I practice so hard at those things!" Simon said. Jace shrugged and patted him on the back. "Don't feel back. You are not the first to lose against my awesomeness." Simon grumbled and rose back up from his knees. "Okay, what do you want to know?" I grinned at him then tapped my chin pretending to think. I already knew what I wanted to know but decided to keep suspicion low. "Hmm, I don't know."

Then I pretended to get a brilliant idea. "Oh I know!" Simon waited for me to finish. My face turned serious. I wasn't joking anymore.

"Tell me Lewis. Who is Isabelle really married too?"

I swear his heart just stopped. His eyes transformed into saucers and his jaw hit the floor. He regained some of his composure and stumbled out, "Well...see...f-funny thing is...umm."

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Authors Note -

Was it any good?!

The next chapter or two will be about the others and their evil schemes! Please REVIEW! Any suggestions? MAKE ME SMILE!

Question -

What is Alecs middle name?