Chapter One

{Herondale Mansion, July 28th, 2007}

Through the thick, twisted branches of the willow tree, Clary could see the party was in full swing by now. It was only eight 'o' clock and yet there were masses of people grinding and swinging to the music that was pounding out of the speakers that some warlock had "borrowed". The crowd was littered with colorful hair, talons, runes, and fur. Said warlock had opened up a portal in the field behind the mansion so that Downworlders were welcome to join. Since the mansion was still outside of the borders of Alicante, there were no tricks to the trade of portalling out here.

It sure was a charm that most of the older Shadowhunters were out on business in Dubai, leaving all of the teenagers to party all weekend. Oh joy, Clary thought.

Clary, unlike most of the young Shadowhunters at the party, was not so much into this partying crap. She believed it was more of a way to get laid, get drunk, or get… dead. She didn't really want to go down any of those roads. So instead, she climbed the ancient willow tree that overlooked the courtyard behind Herondale mansion and sat on the branch that protruded most of the way into the yard. There, she people watched and sipped on a peach tea and vodka. It was very peaceful and sort of nostalgic. It brought back memories of when she, Jon, Jace, Izzy, and Alec were young children and used to climb the tree and swing and flip off of the knotted limbs. That's actually where most of them acquired their agility from.

"Yo, Clary" Yelled Bat, a werewolf slash bartender.

"Hey Bat." Replied Clary.

"Do ya need another drink?"

"Sure," She called, "But this time, don't be so dainty with the vodka."

"Well, I would never call m'self or m' drinks "dainty", but sure. I won't treat ya like a lightweight."

"Good, because we both know I'm not." She chuckled.

Bat gave her a grin as she tossed her empty cup to him. Clary continued her people watching. She spotted a fairy with so many earring on her pointed ears that they looked simply silver. She was dancing with a warlock that had green skin, white hair, and tiny little horns poking through his snowy locks. He looked sort of familiar now that she thought about it. She picked Izzy out of the crowd, she was wearing a blood red full length, satin dress. She was twirling around with a nerdy looking boy in a band shirt and jeans. He looked oddly mundane. And definitely un-Izzyish. Whatever.

Clary looked down at her own outfit, in which Izzy had picked out for her. She had a pearly white, tea length dress that had a lace collar that gathered up in a choker around her neck. Her hair had been straightened, and re-curled into soft ringlets that framed her face. Izzy had erased her freckles, painted her lips, and attached fake eyelashes onto her shimmery eyelids. Whenever Izzy dressed Clary up she always made her look like quite the feisty heartbreaker. When she was done up, she was known as "Satine", like the performer from the movie, Moulin Rouge. Although, unlike the original Satine, she didn't have any interesting story, beauty, or gorgeous death.

Clary watched as the night went on, people started getting more rambunctious, gutsy, and most of all, drunk. There were several people dancing on the roof, bathing in the fountain, and getting freaky in the garden. This was the point in the night where things got interesting. You know, a fight, a scheme, a fire. The action part of the drama film. Whatever you wanted to define it as, it was still interesting.

Clary was glancing around watching the people bounce through the courtyard. She decided it was definitely time abandon her perch before people wanted to climb up and bug her. Too late. She turned around and saw Sebastian Verlac climbing over to her, where she was nimbly resting against a fork in the limb.

"Hey, Clary," He slurred, obviously intoxicated, "Or, I mean, Satine. That's what they call you, hmm? Like that sexy, fiery, redhead, in that one movie."

"What do you want Sebastian?" Clary sneered.

"You." He stated simply before lurching himself onto Clary.

Clary let out a high pitched squeal before Sebastian clamped a hand over her mouth. She tried to flip him, punch him, kick him, but she couldn't. Because, even though she had years of training to be an elite Shadowhunter, so had he. Sebastian was definitely drunk, but there was no question he was much stronger than Clary, who was built to be agile, not powerful.

"You better whisper little girl, we don't want anyone to hear what's about to happen. You see, I like you. You're sexy, and I want you to be mine. Only mine. So I've decided, since I've downed quite a bit of liquid courage, I'm gonna use it to take you in every way I please."

Clary felt tears streaming down her face. She bit his hand, but he didn't budge. The alcohol had already numbed him beyond anything she could repair tonight. He lowered his head and started kissing and sucking her neck, creating bruises in the shape of his mouth. His hand slowly creeped up her dress. Although, the booze was clouding his mind, so instead of lifting up her dress he decided to simply rip it along the front.

"Mmmm, nice panties." Sebastian commented as if he was talking about today's weather.

Clary instantly scolded herself for allowing Izzy to con her into wearing her nice underwear. She claimed that, "the white will blend in" and "you just might get lucky" all with a wink. Sebastian continued his assault by groping and grabbing her breasts in a way that was utterly painful. She was a modest B cup and his large hands were fisting them harshly. She whimpered and Sebastian replied with a squeeze to her jaw. He continued eating and sucking until he got bored and ripped the dress the rest of the way, along her bosom. He unclipped her bra and hung it on a smaller branch beside them, so no one would notice a bra falling from the tree. He began biting and sucking her breasts much like he had before.

As he started to unbutton his trousers, she knew it was time to think. Stop crying, it won't help you, a voice said in her mind. She couldn't find anything to help her and by now, the sobs were overwhelming and making her head cloudy. And finally, as he had his pants down to his knees, she thought of it.

In a last attempt, she rolled herself over, which threw her from the tree. She cascaded the twenty foot drop, and it made her feel free. It was an Alice in Wonderland moment. Her hair and dress twirled and flapped in the air around her, her arms were extended like a bird taking flight, and her tears were whipped away by the wind. She saw the people around her start to turn around and gasp at her falling-flying-from the tree. But, that's when she hit the ground.

Welp, that's the start to the real story. The last chapter was just insight on the five amigos history together. If you guys would like, I can make another chapter (and post it separately) about their history. Now that I think about it, I could do a spin off! OOOOh that would be fun. Each chapter would be a different story or a new age. I would work out the details when it comes to it. Probably not right now. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I probably don't own the Mortal Instruments, or anything in them but, I don't know. I also don't own Satine from Moulin Rouge…

Hmm. Now we're done with the obvious! Bye 'til next time.

Cheers,

YourShadowhunterBitch