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Valentine followed Robert back to the sitting room. As they reached the room, Robert looked behind the door they entered then shut it.
Valentine was about to ask what he was doing when he doubled over in pain. Robert had just kicked him in the stomach and then punched his jaw.
"IN THE NAME OF THE ANGEL, STOP! I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN PAIN!" shouted Valentine, angry he was caught off guard.
"I am, but it was worth punching you. This is your entire fault! You tricked us all into joining that ridiculous group of your! Now look at where we are!" said Robert closing the curtains in case anyone walked past the house and noticed the unwelcome guests.
"My plan would have worked if Jocelyn stayed! She betrayed us!"
"Stop blaming her! She was the first one to see sense and abandon the idea. And it's clear you still love her. I could see it in your eyes! You're just angry with her because she left. Not that she betrayed us. So stop being petty and do something decent and own up to your mistakes. You owe it to your children at least." Said Robert looking older than he was.
Valentine considered his words. It was true that he loved Jocelyn, but was he angry with her for the wrong reasons?
"You might be right, Robert. I've searched for her through the years, but she's well hidden. I do love her. I never stopped loving her. I don't think I could stop. Clarissa is so much like her, but then she's her total opposite. I just wanted my children to grow up without having to worry about filthy downworlders." He said, talking more to himself then to Robert.
He looked up at Robert and saw confusion in his face. He never saw Valentine so vulnerable.
"In the name of the angel. You do have a heart after all. I bet you don't let many see this side of you, huh?" he said smirking.
"Tell anyone and I will gladly ram a sword through your spine." Said Valentine smirking as Robert laughed.
"Your threats aren't that evil anymore. You kill me, Maryse or the children tell the clave you're alive. So don't think you can enter my house, threaten me and think you can get away with it like when we were dubious teenagers." Said Robert getting up and leaving the living room back to the kitchen just as Maryse called "LUNCH!"
Valentine stuck to the spot shocked. He had never been talked to like that. He gritted his teeth.
'That son of a bitch' he thought as he followed Robert through the door.
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Jonathan followed Alec through the strange house. It seemed small but spacious. It was maddening trying to figure out!
They walked to the side of a staircase and towards a door Jonathan presumed was either a closet or entrance to a basement.
"I know we just met, but I'm not getting in a closet with you." Said Jonathan smirking as Alec blushed.
"You're disgusting! And it's not a closet. Our training room and weapons room is in the basement." He said glaring at Jonathan and opened the door revealing a staircase leading down. The stairs were illuminated by witchlights.
"You were able to understand what I said, so I would be careful calling me disgusting," he said holding back laughter at Alec's scandalous fac. "And how was I suppose to know it led to the basement? The door under a staircase usually indicates a coat closet. I'm not apologizing for not being comfortable in a closet with someone I just met and stated they are capable of using a bow." He said sounding bored.
"How old are you?" asked Alec looking confused.
"Eight. I'm mature for my age." he shrugged.
"You look eight but since I didn't understand anything you just said, I presumed you had the mind of a two-year old." He said smirking at Jonathan's glare.
"Watch it Lightwood. You're talking so much; I'm starting to think you're stalling. Don't want to show me how un-capable you are with a weapon?" he taunted. Alec glared.
"Follow me." He said turning and walking down the stairs.
They reached the bottom of the staircase which took no time at all. The training room wasn't as big as the one at home thought Jonathan. But one could still have a decent workout here.
Alec walked over to a wall with many weapons. He picked up a bow that was half his size. He picked up one arrow and stood in the middle of the room. He set the bow up and pointed it at a target that was at most, twelve feet away.
He aimed for a few seconds then released. It hit the centre, but wasn't dead on.
Alec turned to gloat at Jonathan's face.
"Told you!"
"I could aim better."
"How can you get better than when it hits the centre?"
"By hitting it dead centre!" said Jonathan walking over to the wall to pick up an arrow when he heard someone shout?
"LUNCH!
"We better get going before mom gets mad. She's already mad about your dad for whatever reason." Said Alec placing the bow back.
"Looks like I'll have to show you my skills afterwards." Said Jonathan smiling with respect. Alec glanced at him then shook his head and started rubbing his eyes.
"What's wrong with your eyes? They were green one minute then completely black?" said Alec raising his head, but not able to see him because his eyes were unfocused.
Jonathan jogged over to a shield on the wall and looked at his reflection. Alec was right. They were black. Just like in his dream. After blinking a few times and rubbing his eyes they slowly returned to their original green colour.
"What are you two doing?" asked a feminine voice.
Jonathan looked over at Isabelle and Clarissa. Isabelle looked annoyed finding them.
Clarissa looked at Jonathan and ran down the rest of the steps and ran towards him.
"Are you okay?" she asked worried. She said it quietly so the other two siblings couldn't hear them.
"I'm fine. I need to speak with father." He said just as quietly.
Clarissa nodded, and without another word they left the training room to get lunch.
Jonathan was worried his nightmare was becoming a reality.
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Isabelle dragged Clarissa upstairs and entered a room at the bottom of the hallway. It was obviously Isabelle's room.
There was a purple fur carpet that looked really soft, the walls were painted a hot pink, there was a white vanity table littered in styling products and what Clarissa could only guess was perfume. Her queen sized bed looked very comfy and was made neat. The covers had no crease or looked like it had been slept in since it was made. There were two other doors. Clarissa could see some fabric sticking out of one, so she presumed it was a closet. She had no idea about the other door.
"So this is my room! This is the best room in the whole house!" said Isabelle smiling.
"How do you keep everything so neat?" asked Clarissa feeling foolish for doing so.
"Well we're rarely in Idris. So while we're gone, a cleaner keeps everything clean. So I think the person that cleans does a spell or something. This carpet is like sleeping on a cloud!" she said dreamily.
"Doesn't it bother you having someone going through your things?"
"Nope. I don't really leave anything here that is dear to me" she said shrugging. She walked over to her vanity and picked up a brush and started brushing her already neat hair.
"That is a lot of stuff for hair." Said Clarissa trying to figure out what all of it did.
"What can I say? I love styling my hair." Said Isabelle, who tensed up and slowly turned around with the biggest smile on her face. "Come here! I am doing your hair!" she squealed.
"Um no you're not." Said Clarissa backing up towards the door. Isabelle grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the seat. Clarissa struggled but ended up sitting in the seat. She didn't want to hurt a potential friend.
Isabelle smiled in victory then started trying to brush Clarissa's hair. Clarissa winced every time the brush got stuck.
"So, where did you get the name Clarissa?" asked Isabelle breaking the silence.
"My mom picked it. I don't know why. My father wanted me to be called Seraphina." Said Clary grimacing in pain as the brush snagged one of her curls.
"Where is your mom?"
"She left a few months after I was born." She said glaring at her reflection in the big mirror. She had seen pictures of her mother, and hated looking just like her.
"Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." Muttered Isabelle looking awkward.
"It's fine. I never knew her so I it doesn't matter." She shrugged. Isabelle was about to something when they heard:
"LUNCH!"
Clarissa jumped from the seat, glad for an excuse to get away from that torture.
"Hey! I wasn't finished!" said Isabelle pouting.
"Your mom said lunch. Shouldn't we go down?" asked Clarissa hoping Isabelle she wouldn't attack her with the brush.
"I guess." She said placing it down. Clarissa smiled relieved. Her hair looked better but not by much.
"Do you like your name?" asked Isabelle as she led Clarissa down the hallway.
"It's not like I can change it." She said looking at Isabelle as though she said Alec and Jonathan were going to be dancing when they got to the bottom of the stairs.
"No, you could use a nickname though…" she said thoughtful.
Clarissa raised an eyebrow. She never thought of that.
"What would be a good nickname?" she asked curious.
"Hm. Leave it to me!" she said smirking.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs Isabelle looked over at an open door.
"That shouldn't be open." She said walking down the stairs inside. Clarissa followed curious as to where it led to.
They entered what looked like a training room. Alec and Jonathan were both there. But Jonathan was looking at a shield.
"What are you two doing?" asked Isabelle, causing the two boys to turn.
Clarissa looked at her brother. He had gone pale and looked frightened. She ran over to him.
"Are you okay?" she asked worried. She said it quietly so the other two siblings couldn't hear them.
"I'm fine. I need to speak with father." He said just as quietly.
Clarissa nodded, and without another word they left the training room to get lunch.
She was really worried about her brother. He never showed that he was scared.
They just entered the kitchen when they heard;
"-uncalled for!" shouted her father.
All three adults looked at the children when they entered. Her father looked like he was in a fight. There was blood on his shirt and a bruise was forming on his jaw. But there was also a red hand print on his cheek.
"What happened?" asked Alec trying not to laugh.
Clarissa looked back at her brother and saw amusement in his eyes.
"Nothing. Is there a bathroom nearby so I can clean up." Said father glaring at Maryse. She smirked and pointed towards a door.
Isabelle led Clarissa over to the table, still deep in thought. Clarissa saw plants sitting on the windowsill. They all looked like the ones at home except for one.
"Maryse, what's that plant called?" she asked the women who was bringing plates over to the table.
Maryse followed her pointed finger at a plant with a long stem that broke out into pretty little flower petals.
"Oh that's Clary sage. It's used mainly for medicines." Said Maryse smiling at her.
"CLARY!" shouted Isabelle, jumping in her seat. Everyone in the room looked at her as though she grew three heads.
"Isabelle! I told you no shouting in the house." Said her mother sternly. Isabelle smiled sheepishly then turned to Clarissa.
"That's your new nickname! Clary! What do you think?" said Isabelle smiling brightly.
Clarissa thought about it. Clary. She liked it.
"That sounds great to me!" she said returning Isabelle's smile.
Clary looked over at her brother to see what he thought. He smiled weakly but was still pale.
"Then it's settled! From now on, you're going to be called Clary!"
"Whose going to be called Clary?" asked her father, returning from the bathroom?
"I am!" said Clary smiling at her father. He seemed to be considering it, but didn't say anything.
"Father, can we talk?" asked Jonathan, his voice shaking.
"Of course." He said looking at his son, puzzled.
They went through a door that led to the living room, as far as Clary could remember.
"Lets start eating. I'm starved." Said Robert starting to spoon a large amout of salad onto his plate.
Maryse had quickly made a salad and had left stuff like bread, butter etc to make sandwhich's with. Clary wasn't sure what to do. She never had to make her own food…
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Valentine entered the living room with his son right behind him. He closed the door to give them privacy.
His head was killing him. From where Robert punched him and where Maryse slapped him before the children entered the kitchen.
Jonathan sat down on the couch, looking pale and frightened. That wasn't like him.
"What is it?" he asked when Jonathan said nothing.
"I had a strange dream last night." He said then stopped, probably thinking how ridiculous he sounded. But Valentine knew his son. He never had a nightmare then ran to him to scare monsters away.
"And what happened in the dream." He encouraged him to continue.
Jonathan explained everything that happened in the dream. From the crippling agony to Lilith.
Valentine tensed up. This was the sign she had warned him of. He would lose his humanity in less than twenty for hours. She had enchanted her blood to do so, to tell Valentine when it was time.
They had to leave. All of them. They had a small amount of time before Jonathan turned completely.
"Come on. We have to go home. Lets get your sister and let her draw the ruins." He said panicked.
They returned to the kitchen and saw the Lightwoods and Clarissa sitting at the table.
"Thank you for your hospitality." He forced himself to say to her. She smirked. "But we must be going."
"No!" cried Isabelle clutching Clarissa's arm, as though she could anchor her to the seat. Clarissa looked just as upset.
"I'm sorry. But something has come up." Said Valentine hoping he wouldn't have to tug his daughter from the other little girl. When Clarissa got clingy to something, she put up a fight to keep it.
"Why can't Clary stay here?" asked Isabelle pouting.
Ugh, a ridiculous nickname. He looked over at Maryse and Robert for help. They were smirking to see what he would do. If they knew a demon was transforming as they spoke, they would contact the clave without a second thought.
"Because she has to go with me. How about she visits again before you all go back to New York?" he hoped this worked. He wasn't in the mood to negotiate for his daughter.
"That is okay with us. We're going back Saturday. If we meet you at the entrance to Alicante on Wednesday at 10AM Clary can stay over the night. How does that sound?" Maryse said to her daughter. She just wanted Valentine to go.
Isabelle and Clarissa both gasped and looked at him expectantly.
"Fine." He said through gritted teeth.
Isabelle released her hold on Clarissa, but hugged her goodbye. Clarissa then ran to the other Lightwoods and gave them all a hug goodbye.
'She's been here for ten minutes and is already hugging these people?' thought Valentine feeling jealous. His daughter rarely hugged him.
As soon as all the goodbyes were said, Valentine led his children to the front hallway. He gave his stele to Clarissa who drew the runes to disguise them again. They turned into their earlier disguises and left before the Lightwoods could see them off.
They raced through Alicante. Well Valentine did. He practically had to drag Clarissa. Jonathan was doubled over in pain. He said his stomach was sore. Valentine hoped he wasn't too late.
And I'm sorry for the both the cliff hanger and for the ending to be so quick. I was trying to get this updated as fast as I could! review or PM if you want me to change anything! also if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask! I hope to update again soon! we are back to rain in Ireland! well sort of!
Also what do you think of the Clarissa/Isabelle relationship? and the Jonathan/Alec relationship?
till next time ~Maraudergirl68448