Authors Note:

Hey guys, thanks for the love! I am so beyond glad you are all so excited for this (so am I) I have it all planned out and basically, there will be three emotions in this story; Sadness, anger and Irritation, and that is just from you guys alone, imagine what the characters go through!

Sadness because of some events in the story that may, or may not, bring tears to your eyes.

Anger because of what I put the characters through

Irritation because of cliff hangers and unanswered questions (they will get answered—eventually)

Alright so here we go with Chapter two!

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Clary awoke to a blinding light, it scorched her eyes, she hastily shut them again but still felt the burn against her closed lids. Rolling over, she re opened her eyes, adjusting to the light slowly and as she took in her surroundings, she gasped.

This is definitely not hell, it's too well decorated.

She played with her hair and was stunned at the texture. Soft and fluffy and it smelt of…strawberries?

Clary shook her head, not understanding what was going on and then a door opened and an elegantly beautiful woman walked in.

The woman was holding a tray that she placed upon another tray that sat on the bed, stopping just in front of Clary. The woman handed her and fork, knife and spoon and then left the room. Before Clary could even think to ask her who she is or where she was, the smell hit her. The delectable smell of…food! Real, sweet, delicious food!

Clary lifted the lid and drooled at the sight in front of her. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttered toast, a stack of pancakes drizzled in maple syrup, fresh orange juice and chicken soup. Before conscious thought reached her, Clary wolfed down the meal, honestly, it was gone in five seconds flat. She hadn't had a meal like this or felt this full in…ever.

She still had questions, but she realised she would have to leave this room and seek out the answers. Moving the tray, Clary got up, feeling the soft cotton material of the night gown she had on. She reached for a coat that was hanging up and left the room.

She walked down a hallway; the place seemed to have a gothic design but a white and gold colour scheme. It was the most beautiful thing Clary had ever seen, until she walked past a see through wall. She stopped and stared at the woman before her. Red, curly hair framing a pale and delicate face with huge green eyes that widened at the sight of her. Clary felt disgusting; she probably looked like a crazy bag lady. To make herself more presentable Clary brushed some hair back from her face and gasped, waving her arms frantically. The woman was her, the wall, a mirror. Clary had almost forgotten mirrors.

Not dwelling on that, Clary ran at a near sprint until she reached a gold railing that was connected to a white marbled staircase. Clary descended down them, looking around for some sign but all she could do was let her nose lead her, to the kitchen of course. Before she walked through the doors, she heard voices rise up.

"So what, you found her and became compassionate overnight?" This was a shocked voice, a feminine shocked voice.

"I don't know Isabelle, all I know is that—" A masculine voice spoke. "Look, was it such a bad thing to bring her here?"

"I never said that," The girl—Isabelle said through gritted teeth. "I just meant what if she is a drug dealer?"

"I already thought of that, she had nothing on her, and besides, if she were a drug dealer she would at least have an apartment, I think the word you were looking for was user, honestly, I knew I should have gotten you that dictionary."

"Whatever, stop being a cocky dickhead and think, this is serious, she could be extremely unstable!"

Clary had enough of this and made her presence known. The two occupants of the kitchen looked up in shock at her entry, all Clary could manage was a small wave.

"Oh look, you're up; I thought you would sleep forever." The girl said with an indignant wave back.

"I could have, that bed was so comfy, I haven't slept that well in…well…ever actually." The girls' eyes turned sympathetic. Clary thought that she was one of the most beautiful women on earth, like a model. She had long ink black hair that reached her waist, dark eyes that penetrated and slender build, she was dressed in a floral dress simple white sandal heels and wore a golden bracelet.

The boy in the kitchen was golden…literally! He had gold blonde hair, tawny eyes that in the light, seemed to be made of molten gold too, a slight tan and great build, he wore a business suit; Blue and white.

"Sorry I—" Clary interrupted the girl's—Isabelle's—muttering.

"If you want to know something about me, come to me." She said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Life on the street had made her tough. "I am not a drug dealer or user and I most certainly am not unstable. Clear?"

"Crystal," The boy said. "Do you like the nightgown I dressed you in, I had to try on a few and also pick you up some clean underwear before stripping you of course."

"I…Wait, you saw me naked?" Suddenly Clary felt overexposed and felt blood rush to her cheeks.

"Ignore my idiot brother, I dressed you, and trust me, you have nothing that I have never seen before." She sighed and then held out her hand. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood." Clary stared at that hand. Was she supposed to shake it? She held her hand out anyway and shook Isabelle's. "And who might you be?"

"I'm, uh," She cleared her throat. "Clarissa Fray, but everyone calls me Clary."

"Well Clarissa, I am Jace, Jace Wayland." He held out his hand and Clary shook it too. "I am also very late, so Isabelle will look after you." With a nod he left the room, leaving the two girls alone.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said okay? It's just; well, what would you think if you were in my position?"

"I wouldn't know I can't assume stuff about people as I have never invited one into my home." At this Isabelle brightened.

"Oh, you have a home, where?"

"On the corner of West 107th street and Columbous Avenue," Isabelle's face fell. "It has a lovely view of Central Park."

"I said I was sorry, what more do you want?"

"I want to know what is going on, why am I here."

"I don't know, Jace won't say anything." Isabelle gave a resigning sigh. "Look, the sooner we get you out of here, the better."

Clary felt offended by that, there was nothing wrong with her, why did this girl hate her so much?

"Thanks, but really, don't worry about me, I'll just go back to the street, my home." Clary whirled out of the room and started to head up the stairs when she lost her bearings, not because she was lost—though that had something to do with it. She stopped because she finally was able to take in her surroundings.

Priceless artefacts, gold and silver frames, crystal vases, priceless items and ones that clearly cost a fortune were spread all throughout the house.

Clary bolted up the stairs, back to the room she had come from. She shut the door with a bang behind her and finally took in the scents of this room, the food that was brought to her this morning, enough for five people unless you had enough money.

The robe she wore was silk and decorated with flowers, she took it off, the tag reading 'Made in Japan'.

Some clothes had been lain out for her, and some underwear, she picked them all up and all of them in the wardrobe and drawers. They were all labelled. She threw them to the floor.

Gucci, Victoria's secret, Chanel, Dolce and Gabbana, Prada. All of these names, so familiar, yet Clary had never seen any of their things up close, never touched them, they seemed far too expensive, why fork out hundreds of dollars instead of mere dollars and cents?

Clary sat on the floor, fingering the material when the door opened and Isabelle walked in.

"It is kind of daunting, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Clary didn't look at the black haired girl, but kept her eyes forward.

"This…life, I never expected to live it, neither did you." She kneeled beside Clary, grabbing the garment she still held. "Gucci, spring collection 2009," she said of the dress she was holding. Thin material coloured with blue, white and black.

"I don't live this life though, I never will." Clary said, picking up a discarded black stiletto.

"No you don't live it, and you may never live a life like this, but, you will never live the way you did either." She said with complete clarity.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you won't be going back to the street, Clary, no matter what. Jace wouldn't bring you in and then take you back, that isn't him, sure he is an arrogant dick, but he can have his shining moments, as do we all. Trust me when I tell you, you will never sleep on the sidewalk, for the rest of your days."

Tears made Clary's sight blurry. She cleared them away, feeling them fall down her cheeks and onto the clothes in front of her.

"Now, why don't we, fold these clothes up and then go get some ice cream, my treat." Clary smiled at the other girl.

"Thanks, I'm sorry about the mess, I was just, overwhelmed."

"It gets like that sometimes."

And for the first time, Clary felt hope in her chest as she gathered the clothes with Isabelle.

When Jace returned home later, he found Clary sitting in one of the white armchairs in the TV room, flicking through channels. She looked up at his approach, her green eyes bright.

"Hey there," He said, coming into the room and taking a seat on the couch.

"Hi," Clary whispered.

She sat there, with her knee up and playing with her toes. Jace realised why, someone—Isabelle—had painted her toenails.

"Can I ask you something?" Clary spoke up, staring at Jace.

"Let me guess, you want to know why I brought you here, right?" She nodded. "Honestly? I don't know, I just saw you there and I had to do something, at first I thought you were dead then I got a closer look and I saw how young you were and I thought that no one deserved that, so I took you in, and had Isabelle clean out her closet and fill yours." He paused, a small sly grin appearing on her face. "She seems to have lost some hostility towards you."

Clary shrugged. "We exchanged words." Actually they had done more than that, Isabelle and Clary had spent the entire afternoon together, talking about her life on the street and Isabelle's rise to the top. Clary still had no clue on how she made it to the top, or in what industry, but she figured she would understand in due time.

"So she hadn't told you about her fashion empire, I presume?"

Bingo.

"Well, she did talk about some kind of rise to the top, but she didn't elaborate." Jace's eyes bugged and all Clary could think was;

Oh yes pretty boy, I know big words!

"Yes, well, I'm sure she will tell you about it soon enough, but for now, its dinner time and I'm starving, how about you?"

"I could use some food." Clary had eaten nonstop today and it was as if she would never get full.

She really had high hopes, if what Isabelle said was true, she would never go hungry again.

Author's note:

And there is Chapter two.

Now I have a new FF in the works, anyone here read blue bloods?

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