YAY Clary meets the lightwoods and simon in this one. Pictures of the out fits used will be on my profile. I hope you enjoy and please review...
I walked up the high, winding staircase and walked to my room.
"Okay first things first, let's heal me," I muttered to myself. I reached into my underwear bra and grabbed out one of my steels; classy I know. I Peeled of my grey hoodie that had been stained with sweat and even some blood. The closer to my heart the more effective the rune would be. I let my hand glide over my stomach, my hand clutching the steel with a tight but confident grip. I felt the pain slowly dispense from my body, leaving me feeling good as new.
I started the water for a shower and grabbed two towels, striped and then went in the shower. I felt the beads of water fit my skin. My body tensed quickly, which was an instinct. I washed my hair quickly, and got out. I blow dried my hair, and then curled some of the strands that fell limp. I applied some foundation and eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara; not a lot, but enough to my skin even and my eyes pop. I looked into my huge closet and found the perfect dress, it was a slate color with little gold bead in the center, the top copying a corset. I paired it with a pair of gold gladiator pumps, and a gold spiked cuff. As an afterthought I put on a ring that had belonged to my mother, it was one of her favorites. (See profile for pictures of outfits) I looked into the mirror and let out a "humph" in satisfaction. I wasn't tall, but instead I was quite short; people usually underestimated me because of my height. I had long, fiery, curly, red hair, and when it was straightened it reach to my bellybutton. I had emerald eyes; my mother had the same red hair and green eyes. I was tanned but my body and face had freckles. I wasn't blessed with curves instead I was more like a board on either side of me, but then again I was skinny weighing in at a total of 102 pounds.
I walked down to the dining room, trying to maintain a graceful posture.
"Clary, you look simply marvelous," my father stated.
I nodded to him and sat in my seat across from my father.
"Clary, I'm leaving for a meeting in Europe," my father's voice breaking the silence. I dropped my fork and took a moment to think about what he said.
"Then when do we leave?" I questioned, no matter what was going on father always took me with him. He never let me out of his sight, and when I went somewhere without him he sent an entourage to watch over me.
"Honey," I flinched at the word, "I think you misunderstand, you will be staying here where you're needed."
"What exactly am I needed for father?" I said sternly, my face was schooled to be expressionless.
"Well," he said leaning back in his chair and picking up his wine glass, taking a deep gulp, and setting it down. "Unfortunately, there have been a large amount of demon attacks here. I mean how am I supposed to look like a strong leader, if demon attacks right under my nose." His voice began to rise "Do you know how that makes me look dammit?"
I didn't answer I kept my face blank, and continued to stare him straight in the eyes.
"WEAK GODDAMIT," he slammed his fists on the table, making several items jump, and some even fall of the table. Still I stared at him, making no move to look away, or to console him in any way. "Everything depends on my success. Without this I have nothing in my life to live for." I flinched at that but quickly covered up. The flinch didn't go unnoticed by father though. "Of course, that is, besides you Clary."
"Your training is showing good results. I suppose you are even better than me."
"I suppose so," I agreed, and it was true, I surpassed him years ago.
" And you're growing up to be a beautiful women. I assume we should start looking for a husband soon?" I said nothing to this.
"What do you think about Sebastian Verlic?"
"Him, well he's okay, but not for me." I gave him a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders.
"Really and why is that? Has someone else peeked your interest?"
I gave a cold laugh, "Hardly, I mean you yourself has taught me to trust no one. " I added, "I mean look where it's gotten Mother and Jonathan." I spoke void of any emotion.
"You're a smart girl Clary, and I'm glad that I taught you something in life."
"Oh father, you have taught me much more than you can even imagine."
"Yes well, I afraid that's going to be my downfall." He looked serious, and stared into my eyes, trying to see my reaction.
"Doubtful, this is everything to me. You ought to of all people should know this."
He seemed satisfied with this answer, "Good well after your finished eating go to bed. Tomorrow I leave you here and I expect you to dispense of the any demon who dares to come in our territory."
I nodded, "Of course father."
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I awoke to my alarm clocks beeping. The red numbers on the clock, telling me it was 5:30. I got up, dressed in my training gear and went to the training room.
I flipped on the music switch and started to warm up.
Lil n-gga bigger than gorilla
Cause I'm killing every n-gga that
Try to be on my sh-t
Better cuff your chick if you with her
I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my d-ck
Ooops, I said on my d-ck
I aint really mean to say on my d-ck
But since we talking about my d-ck
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm Done
I went in front of one of the dummies that lined the walls. Every frustration, anger, and pain I felt, I channeled into my fists. I jabbed, did a right hook, and then kicked it in the center of its stomach causing the dummy to cleanly split in half.
After finishing off ten dummies, I turned to face the clock; it was only 6:15. I put away any gear that I took out and then went to search for father; he was probably going to leave soon. I went to the library first on instinct. The room had high ceilings, and the walls were lined with books upon books. In the center of the room was a massive cherry desk. I looked around the room, glancing in between the book shelves for father. And then I heard it, "Ahhhhhhhh, SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I sprinted out of the room, trying to locate the direction where the sound was coming from. Again, another scream flooded the hallways, causing me to speed up.
Finally I found the room where the screams seemed to be coming from. It was an old sparring room, but after my brother's death in there, it was seldom ever used. The sounds seemed to have been made by a young girl, and a moment of paranoia griped my stomach as I turned the door handle. I walked in the door, closing it behind me, and made my way farther into the room to locate the girl. I was stunned by what I saw. It was me screaming, well a ten year old version of me. Recognition flooded me as I realized the scene that was playing over in front of me. This is when my brother, Jonathan dies; this is where I kill him. Moisture threatens my eyes and my vision becomes a little blurry, but I can still see in perfect detail what is happening. This event has plagued my sleep, waking me up in the middle of the night.
Jonathon and little me are fighting, over whom father loved the most. He slaps her and she kicks him in the stomach. I double over and fall the ground, as if the pain is my own; I bring my knees up to my chin and rock back and forth. Little me goes for a punch, and I scream, trying to get them to stop fighting. I yell, but my presence goes unnoticed by the two. Jonathon is gaining ground on little me. I know what is going to happen and I don't want to watch, and yet my eyes defy me. What happens next seems to move in slow motion I see little Clary grab a knife from the side table, and as Jonathon moves forward, I see the knife lunge in him. I recognize the shock in his face.
I scream, and lunge myself forward, and try and help my brother, but the scene dissolves and I am in the room alone.
I stumble up, and walk out of the room, ignoring the prying eyes of the servants who have been listening to me cry and scream. I wave them off, and they scatter, trying to make themselves look busy. I walk to my room and change, to go out for a walk and into town, I needed some fresh air.
I slip on some dark jeans, a button up jacket thing, a ruby cuff, and a ring that my mother once gave to me; I slid on some oxford heels, and grabbed a steel. I hurried down the streets, ignoring the occasional whistle and the "Hey baby, why don't you bring some of that over here," speech.
I felt the presence of four greater level demon and quickly follow the scent; it's a good thing I brought my steel. I got out my steel and whisper "Michael," watching my steel illuminate I moved closer. There were already three shadow hunters, and is that a vampire, trying to fight off the demons. I chuckled because none of them seemed to have the upper hand. All of them looked tired, and were drowsed in blood, besides the vampire of course. Its daylight too, I must figure out who he is.
I lunged at the vampire's demon first and stabbed it in the center of the neck. Knowing that it was died, I turned and finished up the girls, and one of the boy's. The last demon turned from his shadow hunter and faced me.
"Hello there, I would like to say it's a pleasure meeting you but then I'd be lying." It grunted and moved forward.
"Shut up little shadow hunter, or else."
"Or else what? I mean you need to come up with some new comebacks, because that's really over used."
"You think your funny shadow hunter, but let's see who's smiling when I kill you."
I put on an innocent little girl smile and said, "I wasn't smiling; I was trying not to laugh at you."
With that I lunged forward, and stabbed him before he could even respond.
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