Well here it is.
"I just don't get it Si!" Clary sat stirring her burger king milkshake, two little boys at the next table were fighting over a toy. "How could no one know who Magnus is?"
Simon gave her a worried look "I don't know baby, but I even called that dirt bag lawyer, he doesn't have contact info"
She took a deep breath "What happened with him? Be-before I came down stairs?"
Sighing "I didn't want to upset you…" He trailed off, Clary waited knowing full well he would continue, if she waited long enough. Shaking his head, "when I came down stairs after talking to you, he was…going through your things, I saw him slip something into his bag…Who steals from a client who just lost her mom. I mean really what ki-"
"Simon!" She cut him off mid rant "what did he take?"
"That's the creepy part he, he took a black shirt, your mothers shirt! I got it back for you but still, I don't want you seeing him alone any more" She nodded curtly.
They ate the rest of their meal in silence, before Clary spoke up again. "Simon, will you take me out tonight?"
He smiled Clary loved his smile, "Sure baby where do you want to go?"
"I saw this restaurant on my way to work yesterday, takies? It looked kind of cool, the sign said
'where you don't have to hide'! Then maybe we can go dancing at pandemonium?"
Clary knew how much Simon hated pandemonium, the all ages club they've been going to since they were 15, but she also knew he go, for her. So it didn't surprize her when he nodded. She squeezed his hand in appreciation "thanks Si"
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"I swear it was right here, I walked by it this morning!" Clary's voice was frantic. She felt the brick wall but there was no sign of a door, no restaurant, just a very large man with a skin condition watching her. She marched up to him. "Where is it? Where's the restaurant?" He tipped his hat, and walked into the wall. "Where are you going? Where IS IT!" The last part was almost unintelligible, Clary could hear her voice shaking.
Clary felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her waist, she gratefully fell against her boyfriend's arms and whispered "It was right here, Si, it was here."
He was rubbing her arms "I know, I know". When Clary looked up she saw a man appear out of the wall. He was dressed in black, with black hair, there was a little black on his ear making Clary suspect his hair had been died. He smiled at her when he saw her looking. His teeth looked as if they had been sharpened. She shuddered and turned into Simon. He kissed the top of her head. "Let's go home baby" she nodded.
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Simon and Clary stood out front of the apartment building she had once shared with her mother. Unlike her old one, the one they had lived in after taking a trip to Luke's farm, only to come home and find Madam Dorthea, laying dead in their living room clutching a card similar to the tarot card Jocelyn had once painted, only this one had a hole were the golden cup should have been.
Unlike that apartment this one was in downtown Manhattan, it was tiny, two bedrooms and Clary could barley move in what used to be her room. Since Jocelyn's death, Clary moved into her room and converted her old room into a make shift art studio. The room still held her single bed but she now used it for drying paintings, tacked to the walls were drawings of strange symbols, some done in gold but most of them black. They all had meaning to Clary, which she wrote under them. It was her own language at least that was what she had told Jocelyn when she was a child. Jocelyn immediately tore up her drawings and told Clary never to draw them again. Since that moment, Clary had kept her drawings a secret from Jocelyn.
Proudly hanging in the entertaining area, as Clary called it, which was really just a room down the stairs attached to her apartment, Clary had hung a painting she and Jocelyn had completed together, it was the two of them sitting in central park, the sun hanging low in the sky, they had each painted the other.
Clary and Simon had taken the elevator to her up to her apartment, unlike most buildings hers was fairly new and came equip with such luxuries such as an elevator. As soon as they entered the apartment Simon headed straight for the bedroom. Clary bit her lip "uh, Si, I appreciate you walking me home but, I'm ok by myself tonight." She squirmed under his gaze, evaluating her mental state.
"Clary you had a really upsetting day" he started in his most reasonable tone, one that reminded her of Luke, her heart ached. And she felt slightly embarrassed of her behaviour earlier.
"Please, Simon, I-" she broke off with a sob, and ran to her room locking it behind her. When she emerged half an hour later to take a shower, Simon had left, she wasn't surprised.
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Clary emerged from the shower with puffy eyes, she towel dried her curly red hair letting it hang naturally, around her shoulders. She quickly got dressed in a pair a pink pyjama bottoms with polar bears on them, looking around for a shirt she found Jocelyn's black shirt. It was made of a rough material, reminding clary of spandex but thicker. She through it on and wondered to her studio.
Clary studied the symbols she had drawn locating the symbols for mourning, and happiness. Finding the strange pen, from Luke's, Clary drew them on her skin. Feeling nothing at first, she was slightly disappointed, but as soon as she let go of the pen they started stinging. Falling to her knees and curling in on herself, she lost consciousness.
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She was sitting in a dentist office her hand being squished, turning red. The hand that held her captive was white and cold. The eyes staring up at her were dark and seemed able to focus on her without glasses, or even the contacts he had taken to wearing. It was Simon but not Simon; something was fundamentally wrong. She tried to call out to him but no sound would escape her lips, she felt as though she were chocking, her life escaping with every beat of her heart. She tasted copper in her mouth and realised with a start it was her own blood.
Simon smiled at her showing the same sharp incisors she saw on the boy outside of Takies. She tried to scream but her throat was closed. Distantly she heard the dentist telling Simon he was going to pull out his teeth. She saw Simon nod, tightening his grip on her hand, even when she tried to pull away.
He looked up at her, suddenly she could breath, her heart was pumping normally, and she could once again feel her hand. He smiled at her lighting up his brown eyes, his smile was normal, his smile. He spoke in a whisper "it's ok I don't need them"
Well what do you think of the dream? I'll try to explain how Valentine would still have done what he did such as getting the cup.