And I Will

"Hey, Derek. Can I talk to you again after school?" I ask, getting my books from the locker.

"Sure. What do you want to know this time?"

"I have this... Um, family trouble."

"Your brother?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.

I nod silently.

"Alright. I'll pick you up at seven again. That good?"

"Yup. See you then?" I ask, walking to my last class.

With my arms wrapped around the books, I walk down the crowded hallway. Until I hear it. The chittering sound. And the smell. Like rotting garbage. Chittering sound and smell...

"As you know, demons look very, very ugly. Your eyes might want to retire so bad, it's dangerous. Yes, very dangerous," the blonde boy elaborated.

I squinted my eyes, wondering where this is leading to.

"So, the best medication is to look at beautiful things. For instance, my beautiful body will help instantly. My fabulous golden eyes, my silky hair-"

"Jace. Seriously," I replied, holding back my laughter.

"What? And they also stink. Especially Drevaks. Whenever you see the creature, come see me. I don't want to see my girlfriend suffering from unattractiveness."

"Just tell me what they do," I exhaled.

"Alright. So Drevaks usually make chittering sound, and they are, well, incredibly fast. Of course, not faster than me, but-"

"Jace, enough," I said, trying my best to keep out the humor in my voice.

"Kay, so they can sting you with their spine in the back of their mouth-I know, eww-and trust me, it hurts a lot. But then again, if you look at my gorgeous-"

"Okay, enough. I'm going to Izzy."

I flinch at the sudden memory, but then realize that I don't have time to.

A Drevak. In the school. Damn it. I faintly remember that they usually move in packs, so I listen to the sound. It sounds like just one, or if more, two or three.

I look around and find out that others are oblivious to the sound. Just me. It's after me, I assume.

I try to calm myself down, which is not working well.

First, figure out where it is. It's coming from the direction I'm facing. Or is it? Maybe it's the opposite. Oh god, please. Just listen! Don't panick. Just listen. I close my eyes, concentrating on the sound. It's from the side I'm facing. I'm sure.

Now remember their characteristics. They are blind. They rely on the smell. And fast, although Jace told me about him being faster. Oh no, don't think about him. How do you survive? Posionous needles. Painful but easy to fix.

Now run, yes, run, Clary. Run as fast as you can. But why are my feet not moving? Move! Run away!

"Clary!" I hear a scream.

Can that be Jace? No, no, that's Derek. What is he doing here? Of course, he goes to this school. This school where there's a Drevak... Drevak... Oh god, there's a demon in our school!

I let out a scream without realizing, turning instantly and running as fast as I can.

And they are, well, incredibly fast... Incredibly fast... Fast... Incredibly...

Jace's words echoes in the back of my head. I shove through the crowd, them giving me a quizzical look that I just ignore.

"Ugh!" I scream as someone shoves me back.

I catch myself in the mid fall, but I think I sprained my ankle in the process. I bite back my scream, running again, but slowed down by my throbbing ankle.

I see a girl's change room a few feet away from me, and if I turn right, there's a staircase. I decide to take the stairs in a half a second debate, and run down the stairs. I look behind me as I do, and realize that the demon is only about two feet away from me. Seeing no other way, I grab the railing and lift myself up. And I jump just before the demon reaches me. I hear people screaming and its needles scratching the back of my jacket, and with adrenaline pumping through my veins, I do the flip Jace taught me. The flip that I've always failed. Damn it.

I land with a thud, feeling my every single bones trembling in agony. I roll a good few feet, wrapping myself into a ball. Not very successful, but decently. I wish I can just lie here, letting the demon get to me. It hurts so much. So much. It feels like every bones in my body are broken.

But letting out a grunt, I pull myself up again. The jump earned me a few seconds, but not more than that.

Jace, I think, help.

Maybe he heard me because I see the boy's change room in front of me. I mean, of course, it was there decades ago, but who cares?

I shove across the shouting crowd, a few hands reaching out to stop me. Just a few feet... Just a few feet...

I finally get to the door, slamming it behind me. Please be empty, please be empty. Thankfully, it is. I push as hard as I can against the door, trying to remember if Drevaks are strong. The hell with that! Who cares? I just want to live.

Everytime I thought of Jace, I always had this suicidal thoughts. I wanted to kill myself so bad. But now I get it. I don't want to die. And that's why I'm forcing my weight on the door. I don't want to die! Please!

Guess it's just a human instinct. Along with selfishness. One way of selfishness. Trying to leave a mark. One more second turns to one more minute. To one more hour and day. To a month and a year. Then to enternity. Greed and selfishness. The biggest flaws of human. The vunerable point. The sting.

Another force slam against the door. I gasp, trying to regain my hold. But it's too strong. I feel the door gap widening after every slam. The black spine... Yes, the spine Jace mentioned reaches out and there's... Oh, there's agony. Remember when I explained the fall? Well, this is unexplainable. The fall was nothing compared to this. The shooting pain from my forearm to my shoulder. The paralyzing pain.

Unfortunately for me, I retreat my arm in reflex. It falls to my side, paralyzed and heavy. The door opens, introducing the demon itself. I stumble back, away from its milky skin and venomous needles. But sadly, I fall, and now, I'm a heap of mess, panting loudly on the change room floor.

Please make it fast, I think, closing my eyes. I clutch my arms around my trembling body, waiting for the pain to come. I've thought of death many many times, and I wish it will come as quickly as I hoped.

I hear a swoosh, and I know. It's the sound of death. It's the sound of Drevak's spine penetrating my heart. Thankfully, I don't feel any pain. My body is too numb. My vision is blurred, tears steaming down my face.

"Are you okay?"

An angel, surely. I must be in heaven.

"Where's Jace?" I croak, pathetically.

"Clary-"

"Where is he?" I repeat, looking at the boy's face.

"Clary, stay awake."

"Why?"

"Because I want to make sure I can see your eyes."

So I do. Anything for an angel.

"Where does it hurt?"

"I don't... I don't feel anything... Everything's so numb."

"Your arm..."

"Derek?"

The boy looks at me.

"Is that... You?" I ask hoarsely, through the thick layer of tears.

"Yes, it's me, Clary."

I gasp in tears, speechless.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, shrugging my jacket off. "But I need your help. Tell me where your injuries are."

Then, I cry out loud. Not just shedding tears, but crying out loud. Just like when he left me. I don't know where these tears are coming from. From relief or disappointment, I don't know, and I don't care. I just cry.

"Clary... Please, I need your help. Where are your injuries?"

"My arm..." I reply, still sobbing.

He takes my arm and examines it.

"This is going to hurt a bit."

"Go on," I whisper through my tears.

I turn my face away, trying to ignore the pain as he takes the needle out.

He wraps my jacket directly over my wound, too tightly if you ask me. He then, takes his shirt off and goes to the drinking fountain and soaks the material completely.

"You still here with me?"

I nod, afraid what my voice would sound like.

He unwraps the jacket and wraps his shirt around my arm instead. The coldness seep into my numb skin, while I am still lying down, speechless. He scrunches up my jacket and puts my arm over it.

"How are you feeling?"

I don't answer, still trying to gather up my thoughts.

"Do you trust me?"

I nod.

"I'm not supposed to do this, but..."

He then, envelopes my elevated forearm with both hands. His hands suddenly feel warm. Unnaturally warm.

"What just happened?"

"I was a freaking angel before, Clary. Try not to underestimate me."

"Did you kill it?" I ask carefully.

"Of course I did. I'm not stupid."

"It still hurts," I complain.

"Where?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe it's because you're shocked."

"Maybe..."

"The cops will be here soon."

"The cops?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows.

"Someone called them."

"Oh. They think I'm crazy, right?"

"Well, they're not allowing students in this room, so..."

"How did you get in though?"

"A little bit of glamour. Hey, it'll be alright, okay?"

We stay like that in silence.

"Holy shit," I say when I finally realize what I've just been through.

"Yeah, about that. Why is shit holy?"

"If you just attempted to be funny, that didn't work."

"Almost, my friend. Almost."

"Can I... Can I see your scar?"

"My scar?"

"The wing..."

"You were attacked by a demon, and now you want me to show you my wing scar?" He asks, laughing.

But he does turn around so I can see his back. There's a V-shaped scar, sharp and clean.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, tracing the mark lightly with my fingers.

"Only when I'm near a demon."

"Convenient..." I murmers.

He just shrugs, and then we hear the sirens. There is some talking outside, and a few cops and Trey come in.

"Clary, are you-" Trey stops immediately when he sees Derek. A shirtless Derek.

"Trey," I breathe, enjoying the familiarity.

"What is he doing here?" One of the cops asks, acknowledging Derek.

I tense up, trying to retrieve my arm from my jacket.

"Don't worry. They can't see the injury," Derek whispers.

"Miss Morgenstern, you'll need to come with me."

"Thank you for your cooperation. You may leave now."

I slowly walk outside with shaking legs. I know that Derek healed my injury, but for some reason, my whole body continues to ache. Probably because of the fall.

Nothing much happened in the station. Just a few inquiries, and that was it. Except... They planned me a meeting with the school psychologist once a week, starting tomorrow. My lovely Wednesday ruined from now on.

"Clary," Trey acknowledges me outside.

"Trey, whatever you think happened in the change room isn't true."

"Then what explanation do you have? You were lying down on the floor and Derek was shirtless. I don't know what got to you when you jumped from the staircase, but I'm not hearing poor excuses."

"You just... Don't understand!"

"Understand what? How irresistible he is? I didn't take you as a girl like that, Clary."

"It's not what you think... Please, Trey. Believe me. We're just friends, if you can even call us that."

"Then what the hell happened in the change room?"

"I can't tell you," I whisper, my voice hoarse.

"Why not? Tell me, or I'll assume the worst."

"Please... I have a lot going in my life-"

"And so do I! But you didn't see me with a shirtless girl in the change room!"

"I'm not allowed to tell you. But please, look into my eyes and see if I'm lying," I plead.

He does, and I don't let my eyes waver. He turns his face away painfully.

"I don't know what to think right now."

"Trey-"

"Go home, Clary."

"Do you believe me?"

An uncomfortable silence passes between us.

"Go home," he whispers, and that's the last thing he says to me before walking away from me.

"You're late," Sebastian points out the obvious as soon as I enter the house.

"Something happened."

"What?"

"A Drevak."

"I know," he says, slouching against the kitchen table.

"What do you mean, you know?" I inquire, frowning.

"I sent it," he says, casually like he's telling me he ate an apple or something.

"What did you say?" I hiss, my voice dangerously quiet.

"I sent the demons."

"You what? How could you do this to me? I almost died! You promised! You promised!" I scream, stomping toward him.

"It was only supposed to scare you!"

"Then how do you explain my injuries?"

"I swear, I told it not to harm you. It was only supposed to scare you."

"Well, it didn't listen!"

"I didn't think-"

"Well you should have thought! You say you love me then you send a demon after me!"

"I told it to scare you! I wanted to prove you that you are mine! That's what you do to someone you love, isn't it? Make sure they know it."

"When you love someone," I gasp, a sob escaping my mouth with me knowing why. "When you love someone, you protect them. You don't hurt them."

"That's wrong. If I love you, then I can touch you whenever I want to. Because we belong together."

"You don't know anything about love."

"Clary," he whispers gently, approaching me.

"Don't come any closer. Or... Or I'll throw this," I threaten him, picking up a flower vase.

"You're not going to throw that."

But the next thing we see is a vase flying toward his shoulder. Roses stumble across his feet, and the water soaks his shirt. Glass shatters against his shoulder, rebounding once again when the pieces hit the ground.

I sigh in satisfactory when I see his blood oozing out. But the next thing that happens is unpredicted. I collapse on the ground, my back throbbing like hell. And then there's darkness. Just darkness.

Sorry for the cliffie, but at least I gave you a longer chapter than usual! Right? Right? Sebastian is a real psycopath... A psychopath I absolutely adore! Yeah... My friends think I'm crazy... So anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks for reviewing!