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The new boy – whose name she didn't know – was tall and dark. He looked moody and seemed to dress to fit his mood with his black sweater, jacket, jeans and boots. She peered up at Jace and sucked in a breath. Even through all the trauma and fear she was feeling, she could appreciate his immense beauty. He had blonde hair that had a slight curl to it meaning that it curled where it fell into his eyes, looking as though it had taken professional stylists hours and hours to get it just right. His eyes were beautiful honey, deep and different to any other eyes she'd ever seen. More beautiful and intense. His nose was perfect and underneath was the most sensuous mouth Clary had ever seen. The body on which she leaned was lean yet muscular. She didn't take in more of the scene around her as she was scared of what she'd see in the dark alley and settled back into Jace's chest, muttering and sobbing and trying to concentrate on the way Jace had looked back at her with those eyes, as though he was taking in her beauty as she did his, as though he was as mesmerized as she was. Impossible, she knew, but she kept on pretending it could be true. He made this easier by rubbing her back and smoothing her hair.

"Who is she?" Asked the other boy. Jace placed the hand that was not stroking her hair on her ear and crushed her closer to his chest so that the other ear was pressed against the hard muscles above his speeding heart.

"She's the daughter of the woman that was taken." Clary could still hear what Jace was saying.

"She lived in the apartment."

"Right. Let's find out where she can stay for the night and forget all this. It wasn't' a good night Jace. Izzy's all ruffled 'cause we didn't get to kill any, too many of the officers were mundies and completely unaware." Said the boy. Clary didn't understand what they were talking about and tried to count Jace's heartbeats instead but she still heard the conversation but tried not to ponder the meaning.

"No, Alec, she can see me, I mean, properly." Said Jace, as though this was bizarre.

"Yeah, hardly surprising, you were hurrying down here to rescue her from a demon, right?" Demon, huh. "That's not new. She'll just get over it. It's not like she's been properly exposed, she'll forget by morning, guided by glamour like the rest of them. We've seen things like this happen before Jace. You remember last month at Hot Wings, that girl that agreed to go outside with the Demon, we checked on her a week later and she'd gone to believe that it was a normal drunk guy-"

"She saw the demons in front of the building and ones inside, that was before she actually made proper contact with any-"

"So she can see through glamour. She one of us?" His voice sounded closer. Clary wondered if he was peering at her, she flinched away. Jace's arms tightened.

"Back up, Alec. She's really shaken. No surprise after what she's been through." He cautioned in a stern voice. "And no, she's got no marks."

"Then must be what it always is with girls that have- Did it?" All of a sudden his voice sounded urgent.

"I don't think so." Said Jace.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"No, but…" Jace was uncomfortable.

"I'll do it." Said Alec, Clary looked up to see him advancing on them. She crushed herself to Jace.

"No, move back Alec, I'll do it." Said Jace as Clary whimpered again. Alec moved back Jace looked at Clary's face with worried eyes. Clary looked back at him, her emerald eyes wide.

Jace took a deep breath. "What's your name?" he asked softly, stroking her back reassuringly.

"Clary." Clary muttered quietly.

"Alright Clary, I need you to do something for me, it's important. Do you trust me?"

"Yes." She whispered. Jace nodded and then sat her up, pulling her into a sitting position.

"Will you sit still while I check something?" He asked. She nodded. "Ok, you can trust me, ok?" He then moved his hands from her back and pulled the bottom of her jumper up to show a little bit of skin at between the waistband of her jeans and the fabric. She squealed and squirmed. Jace caught her face in his palms. "You can trust me." He said slowly and sternly, looking into her eyes. She nodded. He moved back to her hips and examined the cuts there before examining the ripped button, checking how far down the demon had gotten. He then pulled her top back down, apparently satisfied, and pulled off his jacked and placing it around her shoulders before taking her back in his arms, tracing comforting patterns into the her arms. She could see scars on every inch of his bare arms and dark marks like tattoos rode all the way from the backs of his hands up to where it disappeared to join others she could see covering his chest under the fabric of his t-shirt. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to find more puzzles she wasn't likely going to find the answers to.

"She's fine." Said Jace simply, squeezing her upper arm.

"Ok, then take her to a relative, they might know what's happened to her mother already, there was a neighb-"

"I think we should take her with us."

"Jace, don't be ridiculous. She's a mundie. Do what we usually do, call a relative."

Jace was about to say something when Clary's phone rang. She was shaking a she tried to pull it out of her pocket. Jace did it for her gently and gave it to her.

"Simon?" her voice shook. She listened to him confirming that it was him, he sounded worried by her shaking voice

"Something's happened Simon, Can I stay at yours?" She asked

"Fight with your mom?" He asked.

"Can I just come over please?" She sounded close to losing it.

"Yeah, of cour-" She let the phone fall to the floor. Jace picked it up and put it back in her pocket.

"The monsters, they were…" Clary was shivering violently as the images didn't leave her.

"Let's go, We'll take you to Simon's" Said Alec softly, Clary looked up at him, he was smiling kindly.

"I still think-"

"Jace, leave it. We should just follow normal procedure." Said Alec. Jace hesitated then seemed to give in.

"I suppose you're right." He pulled Clary to her feet where she almost stood by herself. Jace looked at her one more moment before gathering her in his arms and carrying her bridal-style to the mouth of the alley where the light of the city glowed on the outside of Clary's eyelids. She rested her head against his shoulder. He murmured soothing words into her hair before saying to Alec "Where's Isabelle?"

"She went to find us a ride." Said Alec, "There she is."

They were walking then, Clary opened her eyes to see they were approaching a big black BMW.

"This is Romeo, Romeo these are my brothers Alec and Jace. And that's…" Said a girl with long black hair and a tall, perfect figure. She was looking at me with a questioning look.

"Clary. We need to go to-"

"Quent road." Clary mumbled.

"What she said" Said Jace, placing her down carefully in the backseat after Alec had opened the door for them. He went around the other side before climbing in to sit next to her. She was still shivering and the awful images were still filling her mind. She could almost feel the demon-thing's breath and groping hands on her body. She heard the black haired girl mutter "And then we'll be free to go to wherever we like." to Romeo and then they were off.

Clary whimpered all the way to Simon's house. By the time we got there Jace realized that she was asleep, crying quietly against his shoulder. He stroked her cheek softly before gathering her his my arms.

Jace didn't know what it was about the girl, but from the time he saw her beautiful green eyes seeking his between the strands of beautiful red hair, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't think rationally, all he could think of was that he didn't want to let this girl out of his sight. Forget the normal procedure, he thought. He wanted to take her fragile little body in his arms and tuck her in himself, tending to her himself, making sure she was ok himself. He could do it right. It was his duty, he thought.

But why did he feel it was his duty? Male Demons tended to go for pretty girls, having their fun with them, feeding off of their energy so Jace had been in these kinds of situation before, yet, not exactly this situation. But this petite girl – Clary – had something about her. She saw through the glamour. This struck Jace as very odd. After the attack, yes, she would be able to see them, yet she'd forget in the morning like all mundane. But she'd been able to see before, she'd seen the police officers, she could see.

Yet she was shocked by it all, leading Jace to assume that this was her first time seeing the world as it really was. What was with this girl. He was now on the street, looking for the right house. He needed Clary to wake up so that she could direct him in the right way, but he didn't dare try, she needed her sleep to get over it, to have enough energy to face tomorrow. Even if her sight will be gone, she still had to face the fact that her mother had been taken. Jace hurried across the street, wondering how he'd find the right house. His boots were making a lot of noise but he didn't care, he was concentrating on not jostling Clary.

"Clary!" came a voce from Jace's side. He turned around to see a mundie with dark wavy hair and glasses peering in his direction in the darkness. Jace remembered that he was using glamour so knelt down to place Clary carefully on the floor. He stepped back carefully just in time for the mundie to reach them and stare at Clary in horror where she slept soundly on the floor. Jace bit back a growl as the boy leaned down to check her over, his hand lingering on her neck before gathering her up in his own arms and walking off in the direction of his house. Why should Jace care? This boy was entitled to touch Clary like that, wasn't he? Then why did it feel wrong for Jace to have to watch? These unfamiliar feelings coursing through him made him uneasy so he pushed them to the back of his mind and turned his back on Clary and Simon, walking slowly back to the car.