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Chapter 7 - It started with a fire
Just then, Simon stopped his attack and let Clary go, who he had pulled onto his leg for the noogies, because a loud noise interrupted them.
"Your phone.", he simply said and grabbed it from the bedside table to hand it over to her. She took it into her small hands and picked up immediately as she saw, who it was.
"Clary!", Jace's voice shouted into her ear "Are you alright?!"
She sighed quietly "Sure, why?"
"You just disappeared from the party and Isabelle looked for you the whole time!", he sounded really worried.
"I-I...", she thought about a good excuse "I didn't feel too good so I went home. I didn't want you to worry or leave the party because of me, so I decided to leave alone. But I'm fine don't worry."
"Give me ten minutes.", he said "I'll come over."
"No!", she exclaimed "No need to! Simon is here and I just need some peace, you just have some fun, okay?"
There was a moment of silence until he spoke "What's wrong Clary, you know you can tell me anything. Why are you and Alec acting so weird? Did you have another fight or something?"
Clary's heart jumped at his words. He had already realised that something had been going on with them lately, he just didn't know what exactly it was.
"Don't be weird, Jace. I told you I'm alright. Now go and have fun." then she simply hung up and threw her phone against the wall and watched it crash onto the floor as tears of guilt welled up her eyes, but somehow she could suppress them by taking a deep breath.
A while later Simon had fallen asleep on her bed and she sat next to him reading an old book she had found in a shelf in Amatis' living room. The story was based on a kind of Romeo and Juliet thing, with the difference that Angels and demons were involved in this one.
Suddenly Clary's phone rang again, but she just declined and sighed, before she put the book aside and got up, then she walked out of the room and down the stairs into the living room, which was dark and she didn't even bother to turn on the lights. Instead she just headed into the kitchen and looked for a glass in the darkness because she felt pretty thirsty all out of sudden.
But just as she was about to turn on the water, she heard a strange noise from the living room. It sounded like a deep growl and it was followed by a weird and disgusting smell of something that smelled like a dead animal. Clary felt her heart beat faster in her chest as her face turned pale, because she had an idea what it could be.
Her hand reached out for the drawer next to her, which was filled with spoons and knives. She grabbed a huge one that nearly looked like a dagger, maybe it was one anyway, and slowly stepped into the darkness of the living room. She could feel that she wasn't alone. She could feel the presence of another creature in the room, and whatever it was, it wasn't friendly, Clary thought to herself as she spotted it in a corner.
That thing...it looked like the ones that had attacked Luke at his house a few months ago and it glared at Clary through burning eyes.
In the next moment it growled again and raced towards her, ready to end her life in one instant, but she raised her arm and...
Was pushed to the ground by an immense strength, before she could stab this creature of hell. Her head hit the ground and a sharp pain crept into her body, but the dagger was still in her hand. She looked the demon right into his blood hungry face before she coughed.
"Go to hell!", she spit into his face before she raised her arm again and stabbed it. The demon screamed in pain and fell sidewards off her. Afraid that he might not be dead, Clary stabbed him again and a disgusting liquid poured out of his wounds and left puddles on the ground. Completely out of breath and half covered in the demon's blood Clary jumped backwards and let herself slide down the wall. How the hell did a thing like that get into their house?! Did Valentine already start his attack?In the same moment Simon appeared in the doorway.
"Fire!", he yelled and ran over to her, but stopped as he saw the demon's corpse next to his best friend, who stared into the emptiness while she nearly hugged the bloody dagger that had just saved her life a minute ago."Oh my god...", he whispered more to himself, than to her "Clary! We need to get out of here, quickly!"
Outside demon hordes ran over the city and half of the buildings had caught on fire and lit up the night in a dangerous light. Valentine Morgenstern, Clary's father, had started his attack.
As Simon and Clary had reached the main street, she was now wearing her shadowhunter outfit, her jar dropped by the things she saw: There were corpses of shadowhunters and even some kids lying in the corners and blood stains covered the pavements. Windows were crashed and the air was filled with the screams of both: people and demons, and the smell of ashes.
"Clary, no.", Simon grabbed her arm as she was about to bend down to the body of a little boy, which she had seen playing in the street sometimes "I don't want you to see this."
She nodded and stepped back as she watched something shapeless crawl out of a shop window right next to them."Simon...", she stepped back and pulled him along "Look."His eyes widened by the sight of another demon coming towards them, slowly but terrifying."Let's get out of here, quick!"
They ran into a side street, followed by the monster.
"Shit!", they both shouted,
Suddenly the street ended with no way out. Dead end. The demon soon caught up with them and Simon stepped before Clary, taking the dagger out of her hands "Don't...don't worry. I got this.""Simon..."The demon suddenly grew bigger and bigger right before their eyes and sharp teeth showed up everywhere on it's body. What by the angel was that thing?