Me: Hello there! How y'all doing?

Who likes the Mortal Instruments series? #Malec *Spoilers* I couldn't stop crying at the final book…. They bloody well killed Raphael… He was one of my favorites (the other being Magnus, duh) I just… just because of a debt owed to Magnus… I just want to cry so much… ):.. anyways… I might add Raphael to this in memory of him, you know? He totally did not deserve to die...

R.I.P Raphael… he was a good man( or vamp )

I suppose I really do need to apologize for not updating sooner but I have been busy…!

Oliver: Well, remember Jessica doesn't own any of the MV characters (minus a few)..!

Previously…

"Oli, I don't know what to do!"

Now!

After I had finished sobbing, I glanced upwards to see Oliver still cradling me in his arms… his wonderful, sweet- woah. Slow down there. Am i… no… just, slow down. Noting my confused look, he asked, "Clarissa, what's on your mind? I'm here for you. I always *HP: Snape* will be there for you."

"Always," I said. " And I, you. It's just, I was attacked by my own father! Who does that… firstly, he killed my mother, beat us…" I said, and I saw Olivers' face turn from concern to horror. "He killed my brother. My brother!" I suddenly laughed manically, my emotions just raging through my body. Because when I'm angry, I laugh. It just happens. "Well, I need-" I was suddenly cut off from the amazing feeling of Oliver's soft lips on mine. I responded back eagerly, because, God, I love this man. I wanted Oliver and not Myrnin. Oliver was always there for me… but Myrnin wasn't.

"Un, dau, tri, pedwar…" I spoke against his lips, softly counting down in Welsh. "Aku cinta kamu, Oliver." I pulled back for air, gasping in every lungful that filled my body… every atom lost into the heavily beating heart of mine. Oliver raised his head and looked up to me; it was a look that made me flush. There was so much love in it, mixed with exasperation and pride and despair. It was an unguarded look, and it made me full of so much love knowing it was directed towards me. Gosh, what this man did to me.

"Oliver, i- I need to go to the Glass House and explain everything to them… my past. Do you want to be there…?" I asked, avoiding his eyes.

"Of course I do. I want to know you, Clarissa. I really and truly do." He said, picking me up bridal style and opened a Portal into the Glass House. I heard the slow strum of Michael's guitar stop when he, Eve and Shane looked up to see us. Oliver sat me down on the couch *is that what they say in America?* and plonked himself down next to me. Eve and Michael just seemed stuck with shock whilst Shane had a permanent scowl on his face.

"Guys, there's something I've been hiding from you… You see, I well… I'm actually around 600 years old…" Ignoring their surprised gasps I continued…

The date was 14th February, 1511. A highly attractive woman, of the name Hannah, just gave birth to a little girl, Clarissa and a boy, Raphael. She had her father's eyes, hair, and her mother's tiny, fragile body. Everyone fought the pair, Hannah, and John, inseparable. But nobody knew of my father's violent and drunk ways. He would beat Hannah, even when told that she was pregnant… and when poor little Clarissa (without her brother, the father had given him to a woman, for he couldn't dream of having two children, he hated the idea!) grew up, he would beat Clarissa and Hannah, and little Clarissa got it the worst, as she was a witch. Unable to cope with her father drunken and violent ways, she soon took solace in Raphael (but she had no idea that they were twins, yet!) Eventually, John found them and took Raphael away, punishing Clarissa for falling in love with the boy who owned the shop in the corner… but unbeknownst to him, Clarissa was pregnant, a little boy… When he was born, Paul proposed to Clarissa, and she accepted. The mayor, Bishop, soon heard of this engagement and was very unhappy… He sent his daughter, Amelie, to take Clarissa and to kill Paul.

It was a horrible day… they came for us, dead at night. They killed Paul, and I will never forget his tortured screams echoing through my head, making me feel something I had never felt in a long time: Anger… They took me to the prison, and when I gave birth to my little, beautiful boy… they killed him. They made me watch as they drowned my little boy, with a bucket of water. Poor little Paul (named after his father) kicked and thrashed around but to no avail. I watched as they pulled my little babies lifeless body out of the water, and they took him away from me… They came back, with some food… and I was ravenous. Once I had eaten, they would torture me for days on end…

One day I escaped. My magic was more… dominant. I left and soon found myself to be in this strange building. It was his home… I soon escaped. Again.

I then found out that Raphael was my twin brother… then I was told by somebody he was killed.

Then I went to somebody's house. I was told he is the greatest scientist of all time… they were right. Soon when I knocked on Myrnins' door, and he answered, I well… I fell in love. Again. But I was scared because last time I fell in love they died and I don't think I could cope with losing someone again, not so soon after my little boy…

When it came time for me to leave, I left. But not after some… words. When I moved down the road from him, Oliver came in. He told me… he told me that my father and Myrnin were killed in a fire started by Amelie… but it wasn't Amelie who started it… it was my father. I was happy that my father died yet struck with grief over Myrnin. So I tried and failed, to kill myself. But Raphael saved me. He always saved me. So now here I am… sitting here.

"Clarissa, not Claire. And you're what… 700 years old? Why did you never tell us! Why did you lie?!" Shane shouted, causing me to flinch back. "Are we not reliable enough for you? I thought I knew-"

"That's enough!" Oliver interrupted, absolutely fuming. "Can you not see how lost Claire is, Shane! Just look at her! Why do you think she never told you… because she knew that you would react like this!" I stood up, ignoring Eve and Michaels pitiful glares, and stormed away.

I told them EVERYTHING about me and this is what I get? They hate me because of this… I just kept running until I stopped, out of breath. When I looked around I saw I was in the Founders' square. Goody. Looks like Im paying Amelie a visit then. I stepped up the stairs, straight to the front desk. Wilson..? James? Aha! That's it… "Bizzie, could you tell Amelie that Clarissa Austin wants to see her. I can assure you that she will be most… delighted." He nodded his head, picked up the phone, and told me to 'head straight up.'

Amelie's Point Of View.

Well, well, well…

It seems she's back from the dead. I frowned, why is Claire here?

"What do you want, Claire? Can you not see that I'm busy? I have an appointment to keep, so hurry up." I icily demanded.

"I'm here for the appointment. Clarissa, at your service." I faltered. How could I have been so blind! She looks just like her mother, my good friend.

"My son, Amelie. Where is he? Because I know for a fact that Bishop hid him from m-"

"Your son is Francois." I told her, returning to my paperwork.

"F-Francois?" She whispered to herself. "Let me visit his cell, Amelie. Please?"

"Fine… but you have 1 hour."

Claire's Point Of View.

Francois is my son… It's a beautiful name, but I don't think I would have chosen it for him…

Francois, Francois, Francois.

I sat down on my chair, just taking in every single detail of my boys' face… his beautiful face. I just looked and stared at him.

My son.

Mine, Mine, Mine.

My little boy… My. Little. Boy. All grown up, now.

Mine.

"What do you want, Claire." He purred. I never noticed before, but even his voice is beautiful. Call me biased…

"Now… that's no way to speak to your mother, is it? Francois… such a beautiful name. You look just like Paul, your father. Did you know, I watched them as they drowned you. You were so, so little. But my Gosh I loved you. Bishop took you away from me for 500 years… 500 long, painful, years. All those years and I thought you were dead. And now you're here, another instrument, another toy, used by Bishop in his grand scheme…" Tears are now streaming down my face, falling onto my clothes and soaking them.

To Be Continued…

Me: Have I moved to fast? I really do hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Another one will be up in a week, or 5 days… whenever I feel like it, really.

Oliver: I knew you couldn't resist me, Jess. I'm better than Myrnin.

Me: No, no you're not. I only made her go with you because I pitied you… And I'm making a new character in the next series who Myrnin goes with so ha!

Myrnin: Yeah, wait, what… She chose the dog! Geez, has she no taste?

Me: Anyway, remember to Rate And Review otherwise I will burn Myrnins lab down… and Common Grounds.