A/N: First chapter. R&R please.
Chapter 1
~Clary~
"I can carry it," I snapped at my brother, Sebastian. As usual, he was being annoying. "I do know how to carry bags. I'm not going to fall apart." And, as usual, Sebastian ignored me. He seemed to think that at the slightest pressure, I would be destroyed. Irritably, I made to grab my bags, but Sebastian moved away and took my bag downstairs. Too busy scowling to follow him, I slammed my bedroom door shut.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, I looked at my room- my old room actually. Today, Sebastian, mom, and I were moving to New York City. Though I hated that, I kept quiet and didn't complain. Sebastian didn't complain either. But whereas I didn't say anything about it at all, Sebastian often ranted about it to me. He didn't want to move away from his friends and his soccer team. Mom was adamant despite all this; we were moving and there was nothing we could do about it. And then she had added the final thing that made Sebastian shut up about moving. This would be good for me, she'd said, where no one would look at me strangely and whisper behind my back about-
"Clary?" Sebastian called worriedly from the hallway. I thanked God that I had had the foresight to lock the door.
"What?" I answered. He rattled the doorknob and I could imagine his expression. A huge scowl and an anxious frown on his face. Sebastian worried too much.
"Clary, unlock the door," he said firmly. Only someone like me- used to hearing it every day- could tell that he was angry and scared. Honestly, I can take care of myself.
"No. You were being controlling again. I can carry my own stuff."
"Fine. I won't do it next time." We bother knew he was lying. Then he added, "Come on, we're leaving soon." Sullenly, I unlocked the door and quickly stepped back as Sebastian barged into the room and swept me up in a hug. After a while, I hugged him back. I hated worrying him like that, but he had to respect my personal space.
"I'm scared," I whispered into his shoulder. Sebastian hugged me tighter and told me,
"It'll be alright. I'll never let anything happen to you." And though I knew that he loved me and wanted to keep me safe, I worried that I'd never be able to live my own life. But, for now, I allowed him to lead me- after picking up my sketchbook and pencils- to the car.
I brushed away a stray tear that almost fell, as mom started the car and we drove away.
~Valentine~
I put down my paper as Luke came in. He was the person I trusted the most in my entire empire. At least, he would be if I trusted anyone besides myself.
"Yes?" I asked. "What is it?"
"They are on the move, my lord," Luke answered. Jocelyn, Sebastian, and Clary were moving to New York City already? Perfect. That made my plans easier. New York City was one of my strongholds.
"Good. You know what to do?"
"Of course, my lord." With that, I dismissed Luke. He bowed slightly and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.
I turned back to my paper. There was a picture on the document. It was of my son, Sebastian, and my daughter, Clarissa. Assuming all went according to plan and Luke didn't fail, I'd have them in my grasp within the next 2 weeks.