Summary: His hand slid under her shirt softly, "Do you want this? Do you truly want me?" Clary stared at him stunned. He pressed his body down against her's, making her blush even harder. "Well? Is this what you want?" How can he be so cruel? AU! CLARY/DEMONJACE
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Main Pairings: Clary/Jace
Rated: T (M in later chapters)
Genres: Drama/Romance/Angst/Fantasy!
Warnings: AU! Language, Romance, Fantasy! etc.
A/N: Okay here's the Next chapter. Sorry it's short. Thank you for those who had read and review!
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Chart:
Here's is a chart of everyone so far demon forms etc.
Julian: Cat Demon
Emma: Lion Demon
Sebastian/Jonathan: Ram Demon
Jace: Fox Demon
Simon: Dog Demon
Magnus Bane: Cat Demon
Clary has some Shadowhunter blood within her! She looked plain and human-like so the Demon's only see that part of her.
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Winter's Tale
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Time
"Clary the devil!" a young boy at the age of eight laughed, pointed at her.
Her classmates surrounded them laughing.
Clary eyes watered sinking to the ground sobbing.
Her vivid red-haired had caused her problems once more, but her mother always told her it was beautiful.
"What's wrong, Clary the devil? Are you about to cry? Everyone knows that devils don't cry!" Laughed the same boy, and soon Clary ran out of the play yard crying.
It was still nighttime and at some point Clary felt herself a bit dizzy. Her head felt like it was on fire. Jace held onto her tight. This love, that he shown to this woman was remarkable. She felt a bit jealous at this Grace. Whoever she was, she held Jace's heart so tight that it changed him in the future.
"Are you sure?" Jace uttered, his voice almost trembled and Clary knew all at once what's going on in the demon's head. He was in love and the only thing he could think about right now is that. Clary's heart twisted in her chest and she felt like someone stabbed her in her gut with something sharp as a knife. Her heart longs for Jace while this Jace longs for someone other than her.
Someone better.
Her mind whispered.
"I-I'm sure." Clary tried to sound brave. She have to find out what happened to Jace for the curse. What perfect way is to search is house?
He flushed her body against hers within seconds.
"I'm glad, Grace. I'm glad that I have you." and then something pulled against her and Clary felt like she was falling back...back in time once more.
"GRACE?!"
Clary was no more.
She faded away in time leaving Jace hugging the air around him confused and alert.
When Clary came back, she found herself in a cotton field. Her clothes was changed into something much more
simple. She felt a shiver down her spine and noted the cold around her.
"What the hell happened?" Clary muttered to herself. Her pale hands was smothered in dirt and cotton.
Jocelyn stared at her husband with restrained and somewhat hate, but deep down she knew she could never fully hate him. There was still apart of her that still loves him.
When he spoke, he spoke calmly to her like she was a child. Jocelyn scarcely remember the time with her husband. He had a normal job. A normal life. Just perfect normal with their children.
The thought of Clary and even Jonathan, burned a hole deep within her heart. When she found out of the different world that surrounded her husband, she came across Luke, who helped guided her and defend her against her own son, who looked for revenge of leaving their father with vengeance. The scar on her cheek down to her neck left a small reminder on how life will never be the same for her again.
Was Clary the same way?
Was she demonic too?
Her heart tightened. A mother will always love their own children.
"Quiet Valentine. Enough of the nonsense." She spoke coldly down to him. The expression on his face flinch just a bit before he calmed himself down a bit. Luke placed himself between both Jocelyn and Valentine.
Valentine snarled at the werewolf. He should have known that Luke would get in the way one way or another. Luke haven't even met his wife official through him and even now, he stood there like a loyal dog defending it's master.
"Jocelyn. Stop this nonsense, and come with me.-"
"Like hell she would-"
"Clarissa, needs you." Valentine finished eyeing the werewolf.
"C-Clary?"
He found the expression he been looking for.
He cleared his throat.
"Yes, my wife. Our daughter needs us."
There was a moment of silence and it would seem like Jocelyn would follow him till that damn werewolf cut them off.
"What about your son? Your son that almost killed his own mother!" Luke snarled at him.
"The boy needed disciplined and since I wasn't here to do so, he thinks he can get away with something like this." His voice was harsh and cold, but something in it told them all he was hiding something deep.
Luke turned to Jocelyn.
"We can find her together, my love. Just don't trust him."
Valentine tackled the werewolf.
Jocelyn screamed in shock.
The two trumbled against one another. Valentine out of jealousy and Luke out of self-defence.
The two faught long and hard.
"STOP THIS, STOP IT NOW!" Jocelyn screamed and soon she thrown herself in the middle.
Valentine fist punched into her gut and Luke's fist punched her back and she went down falling.
They both stopped.
Fear, shown on all faces.
"Jocelyn!"
Clary had gotten this from her mother. The recklessness of her own body and self.
Luke candled her head in his arms.