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Clary POV
Clary woke up the next morning at seven o clock on the dot. She didn't need an alarm anymore. She always woke up the same time each morning. Isabelle on the other hand was sound asleep.
Clary sighed. Isabelle was leaving today. The Lightwoods were going back to New York at three o clock.
Isabelle wouldn't wake up for at least another hour, so Clary decided to shower, and paint on her balcony. She got amazing inspiration when she painted outside, especially with a view.
While she was searching for something to paint, her mind went back to the previous night. Lucian Graymark. She couldn't believe she let him live. Her father would be furious if he knew she met him.
She snapped back to reality when she realized her hand was moving a pencil around her sketch pad. She had been sketching the werewolf. She cursed at herself. It was one of her best portraits, and it was of a monster that broke her family apart.
She was about to rip out the page when she heard someone grumble behind her. Fear made its way into her heart, thinking it was her father. It was Isabelle.
"How the hell are you awake at this unholy hour?!" said an exasperated Isabelle. Clary chuckled.
"I didn't want to sleep the day away." She said in her father's voice. This made Isabelle giggle.
"Don't let him hear you say that!" Clary joined her giggling. "What time do we have to go to Alicante?" Isabelle asked casually, walking back into Clary's room.
Clary felt a pang of sadness that her best friend asked about leaving. She closed her sketch pad and entered her room after Isabelle.
"Well you're going home at three, and you will probably want to pack all your stuff. Why don't we go after breakfast?" Clary said casually. Isabelle had a thoughtful look on her face.
"Where's your dad?" She asked. Her face blank of any emotion now. Clary knew she was up to something. "Either in his office or in the dining room. Why?"
"I want to speak with him." She said vaguely. Clary was very suspicious. "About what?" Isabelle grinned.
"I want to ask him something. It's going to be a surprise!" she said darting into the bathroom before Clary could ask her something else.
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Valentine POV
Valentine was sitting in the dining hall finishing her breakfast. He was used to eating alone when the Lightwood girl was visiting. She slept in late and he knew Clarissa would rather eat with her than him.
He remembered seeing the pure joy in his daughter's eyes when told the girls they could become parabatai. He didn't think he would ever see the light of her eyes shine like that since he told her that Jonathan was gone.
He remembered that day clearly. It still made him shudder when he thought of her face crumpling, and the tears that filled her eyes. She was broken. She was mending since she became friends with Isabelle. He couldn't separate the girls. He couldn't let his daughter resent him like that.
The girls thought he was allowing them to be parabatai out of the goodness of his heart. He felt guilty for what he did.
He told Clarissa about the downworlders they could hunt. There were really only three vampires in the coven and a few outcasts. He had lied about the amount of werewolf's there was in the pack. There was well over a dozen. He had hoped The Lightwood girl would be bitten, and could no longer be part of the shadowhunter world. Clarissa would most likely kill her or leave her.
Instead they both come back, seemingly happy and proud. His plan had not worked out. He couldn't keep stalling for time. He knew his daughter. She was independent and headstrong. He feared she would rush off and have the ceremony be performed without telling him. He needed her for his plans.
He had agreed reluctantly. Isabelle wasn't going to share the same fate as his old parabatai, yet.
He was cut short of his thoughts with a tapping of his shoulder. Clarissa and Isabelle had entered the dining room. Isabelle had been the one who tapped him on his shoulder.
"What can I do for you?" he asked pleasantly. If Robert or Maryse found out he was being somehow rude to their daughter, they wouldn't hesitate to tell the clave.
"Can we talk? In private?" she asked, unsure. She looked at the ground while she spoke.
Valentine resisted the urge to snap at the girl. He thought his children to look others in the eye when speaking and never speak unsure. This girl was the opposite of all his teachings!
"Of course. Follow me." He said reluctantly. It was going to take up all of his energy to not snap this girl's neck.
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Isabelle POV
Isabelle was nervous. She never spoke to Clary's father by herself. There was always someone with me. She could tell he hated her. He always gave her a cold look.
They entered his office. She hated this room out of the whole manor. She couldn't explain why, she just hated it.
Clary's father sat behind his desk, waiting for her to sit across from him. She complied.
"What did you want to speak to me about?" he asked, his voice casual but the look in his eyes made her want to shrink into her seat.
"I wanted to ask you if Clary could come with me to New York." She said, putting as much strength into her voice. His eyes twitched like he wanted to glare at her.
"Why?" he asked sounding board.
"Because I don't think she would ask you herself. I figured you trusted her enough to let her go to New York if you're letting us become parabatai." she said nervously.
"I didn't ask why you are asking for her, or why I should let her go. I asked why she should go to New York." He replied pointedly.
Isabelle was confused for a few seconds before replying. "We can do the parabatai ceremony. We can go to the bone city. We can do it without causing the attention you might get here. Clary and I become parabatai, she visits, and you don't get any unwanted attention. Seems like a good opportunity." Isabelle said feeling smug. She had been practicing all night on what to say and all of her well-practiced arguments disappeared.
Clary's dad seemed to be considering her words. Clary could have argued better, but Isabelle wanted this to be a surprise. He finally spoke.
"Perhaps Clarissa should visit you and teach you how to make an argument. That was a frail attempt of an argument." He said, his glaring eyes narrowing further. Isabelle glared back at him.
"Maybe so, but what happens when ClarY gets fed up with your reasons to not visit? We both know she won't give up. Just let her visit! Nothing bad is going to happen. She'll be with my family!" she pleaded.
He looked like he had turned to stone. He was still glaring at her. Isabelle let out an exasperated sigh and began to leave. He was being an arrogant, idiotic-
"Fine. She can go. But only under one condition." He said just as she reached the door. She turned around shocked. "ClarISSA must continue training. If she returns home and is weaker than when she left, She is never to visit again." He said before dismissing her.
Isabelle stared at him shocked. He said yes…HE SAID YES! She shrieked and was about to leave before turning back. "How long can she stay for?" she asked hoping for awhile. He seemed thoughtful.
"Her birthday. That is exactly three weeks. That is the maximum amount of time do you understand? I will go to New York myself to collect her if she is not back by then." He said in a pleasant tone. It sounded like he was telling her the weather instead of threatening to reveal that he is alive.
Isabelle nodded, unable to keep a smile off her face (That Clary was allowed to visit her, not about the threat). She left the office and ran to the dining room to tell Clary.
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Clary POV
Clary was silently eating a fruit salad. She wanted something sweet, and fruit was the closet she was going to get. She was wondering what Isabelle had to tell her father in private. It baffled her. Isabelle was frightened of him.
She finished her salad and was about to go look for Isabelle when the other girl practically skipped into the room. Clary looked at her puzzled. What was going on?
"What's going on?" She asked feeling angry. She didn't like Isabelle keeping secrets from her.
"What ever do you mean?" Isabelle asked with an innocent expression. Clary groaned.
"You know exactly what I mean! You wanted to talk to my father alone? Why?" she asked getting very annoyed. She didn't know what brought on the sudden anger. But she really wanted to throw something! Like right now!
"Fine, you're no fun." Isabelle said smirking at her and sticking out her tongue. "I was asking if you could come back to New York with us! My mom told me that I should try to convince him…" She said trailing off.
Clary felt dread fill her heart. Her father didn't like when she asked him if she could go to New York. He would be furious if someone else asked! Clary wanted to scream at Isabelle for ruining whatever chance she had of going to New York, but…
"Your dad said you could go!" Isabelle said smiling brightly. Clary was stunned. Her father, the man who was against her being parabatai with Isabelle, who refused to let her go to New York and constantly made her train, was allowing her to go to New York? Her father was full of surprises suddenly.
"w-what? Are you sure?" she asked thinking it was a trick.
"Yup! He said you could go as long as you keep training!" well something didn't change. Clary could live with that though!
"I'M GOING TO NEW YORK!" Clary screamed happier than ever!
She waited patiently for Isabelle to finish eating, and then they ran up to Clary's room to pack. Clary had no idea what to bring. Isabelle had an idea.
Isabelle would pack for Clary and Clary would pack for Isabelle. Clary agreed as long as she saw what was being packed. She couldn't believe she was allowed to go to New York! Isabelle was the best!
It took two hours of packing before they finished. Clary told Isabelle she was going to say goodbye to her father before they left. As Clary walked down the hallways, smiling to herself, she felt a pang of sadness that she was leaving her father. She never left him like this. They went nearly everywhere together. She never realized how attached she was to him.
Others like Isabelle considered him to be cruel and dangerous. But despite that, he cared for his daughter, he was heartbroken by the only women he ever loved and he lost his only son. Clary didn't see him as a monster the people they were hiding from saw him. She saw him as a survivor. A survivor with issues.
She was at his office, hoping he was still there. She didn't know where else he could have gone. She knocked on his door. In two seconds flat, her father opened the door. He looked grim. This confused Clary. He never looked grim.
He opened the door wider, allowing her entrance. She entered and stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do next.
Say goodbye and leave? Ask him to go with her? Refuse to let her go? When did she become so indecisive!
"I'm surprised to come by to say goodbye. I presumed you would have run off with Isabelle by now." He said bitterly. Clary was shocked. He never spoke to her like that!
"I wouldn't do that! You raised me better than that!" she said, feeling very offended. He snorted. He was confusing her. He was basically doing everything he told her not to do her whole life. Underestimate, insult and snorting. That wasn't her father.
He walked to his desk and picked up something. It was the sketch pad she had drawn in earlier. She tensed. The picture of Lucian was in it.
"One of the servant came across this on you balcony. I told you I would take it away if you left it out there again." He said in a strange tone. Clary felt a small bit of relief that he hadn't seen the drawing. "But then I saw one of your latest drawings." He said making her tense up again. He flipped to the last page she drew on and turned it around to see a picture of…a duck? What in the angel?
She looked up at him confused. She drew the duck a few weeks ago in a different sketchpad...didn't she? She kept all of her sketch pads on a shelf in her closet. It was stacked high. How did a servant get this sketch book? What was going on?
"I thought it was one of you best! I was considering having it framed, with your permission of course." He said smiling at his daughter. This confused her more.
"Wait. You sounded mad at me one minute, then proud the next? What's going on?" she asked annoyed.
"I wanted to see surprise you. You didn't see it coming did you." He said…laughing? .hell? Does he have some split personality disorder she should worry about?
He walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug. This man was not her father. Her father never hugged her or laughed. She felt him shaking then heard him whisper "Don't leave me". That's when she understood his reaction. He was afraid she wouldn't come back to him when she left for New York.
She relaxed into the hug, wrapping her arms around him and whispered back "I'll always come back. You're the only family I have." she reassured him.
She didn't know what New York would bring, but her father was the only family she had after Jonathon. She wasn't letting him go without a fight.
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Jonathan POV
Jonathan was standing on his old home's roof. Lilith had portaled him home. She felt he deserved it after his brutal beating. His back still twinges. Seven lashes. Even his father didn't take it that far!
He was watching his sister sketch. She was drawing a man he didn't recognize. She didn't seem to realize what she was doing till she finished. He heard her grumble to herself before trying to rip out the page. She was interrupted by her friend.
"How the hell are you awake at this unholy hour?!" said the Lightwood girl. He heard Clarissa chuckle.
"I didn't want to sleep the day away." She said in their father's voice. This made the other girl giggle.
"Don't let him hear you say that!" Clarissa joined her giggling. "What time do we have to go to Alicante?" Isabelle asked, walking back into Clarissa's room.
Clarissa had a strange expression on her face; she closed her sketch pad and followed the other girl.
"Well you're going home at three, and you will probably want to pack all your stuff. Why don't we go after breakfast?" he heard his sister say. He just about heard them from his spot on the roof.
"Where's your dad?" said the other girl. This surprised Jonathan. Clarissa as well apparently. "Either in his office or in the dining room. Why?"
"I want to speak with him." the girl said vaguely. "About what?"
"I want to ask him something. It's going to be a surprise!" he hears the other girl say, followed by someone running and a door closing.
Jonathan leaned over the edge of the roof and peered into the room. It looked different from when they were kids. He saw Clary look at her bathroom door confused before going into the hallway and shutting the door.
Jonathan jumped off the roof, landing perfectly on the balcony and took the sketch pad. There were a few sketches in it. He decided to keep it. He didn't know why. He went over to Clarissa's closet where he knew she kept her other sketch pads and then replaced and old sketch pad for the one he was taking.
He didn't know why he was taking it. It was half full of sketches. He could take another one that was actually full of sketches, but there was something about this one. He heard a shower turn off.
'That was way too quick' he thought as he leapt from the window, and running from sight.
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Jace POV
The Lightwoods are coming back today. Robert arrived two hours before he was meant to. He said they were having a guest visiting and he wanted to give him the heads up, and then he went to Hodges office and hasn't left. Jace is wandering around the institute wondering who the guest is.
He walks to the training room. He has nothing better to do till the rest of the Lightwoods arrive home. He takes out a bow and arrow and tries to practice with it the way Alec showed him. He fails miserably. But he's determined.
He trains for what could have been days, but when he hears a familiar voice call him, he returns the weapon and enters the hallway where Maryse is standing. She runs up to hug him, but decides not to when she sees sweat covering his skin.
"Come meet our guest." She says smiling, and pulling him after her. He chuckles mostly to himself.
"Aw no hug for me? How will I go on?" he asks fake pouting.
"Same way as always. Annoy Isabelle and Alec until I have to intervene she says rolling her eyes at her adoptive son. He grins.
They round a corner and Jace see's Robert running up to Maryse.
"Hodge wants to speak with us. Did you all get here okay?" he asked his wife pulling her into a hug. Jace always felt awkward in these situations.
"Went off without a hitch!" she said smiling at him. "Jace, the others are with our guest in the kitchen." She said to him before turning to follow her husband.
Jace sighed. Back to business. He strolled down the halls, still wondering who the mysterious guest was. Surely they could have mentioned a name at least?
He made it to the kitchen and took a deep breath and banged open the door to make an entrance. Only the door didn't hit the wall like it was meant to. He heard someone grunt, and then heard something fall to the ground groaning.
'Uh oh'
So what do you guys think? I will go over any spelling mistakes tomorrow because it is currently 12:48 here! I really wanted to update because I havent in a while! so please review or PM me and tell me what you think!
Also keep recommending books! I am grateful for everyone that has done so!
books I recommend are:
Starcrossed by Josephine Angelini
Vampire academy by Richelle Mead
Abandon by Meg Cabot
till next time (and I hope to update this week) ~maraudergirl68448