Lacie: Uh-Oh, I'm in trouble aren't I?
Chris: It had been a week. You have not updated yet.
Clary: You led people to think you updated in Tues/Wedn/Thursday. Do you know how bad that is?
Lacie: IM SORRY. I started watching this anime, which was only like 26 episodes so I finished it in like three days, but then that led to reading the manga, and that led to me not starting the chapter until like Friday.
Chris: NO EXCUSES
Lacie: And the yesterday was my baby brother's party. YAY HE'S 1! So I didn't have time to work on it. So today as soon as we finished cleaning all of the mess that the little kids made (their barking mothers don't teach them to behave at other peoples houses grrrr) I worked for like THREE HOURS and finally finished.
Clary: About time, do I really gypsy dance?
Chris: Does she? :D
Lacie: YES
Clary: NO!
Lacie: Anyways guys I'm soryy, I know what its like to have to wait for an update, so I'm sorry for any of you who check to see if I update yet. This chapters got another surprise.
Clary: MORE?
Lacie: yeah!
Chris: Lacie-Abyss doesn't own the Mortal Instruments
Enjoy!
Chris/Sebastian POV
"Tell me again why I'm supposed to trust you kid?" Sebastian, he refused to act like Chris towards anyone except for Clary, said as he glared at the runt who claimed to have helped his sister hide.
As soon as he had noticed that they had been separated, Sebastian had followed the group of people he was in until he had reached the nearest dark corner, and then tailed the other group to find Clary, all while keeping an eye out for the blue robed men that they had been running from. Even Sebastian knew that it was stupid of him to run away from such a mediocre gang of men, even if they had warlocks. True, he was aware of the powers that they possessed, but there was nothing that he would like to do more than kill them all before they let word spread that Valentine's children had been spotted in Saudi Arabia.
Really, he had only ran away because he had thought that it was what Clary would have preferred, that she'd be against killing them off. He was trying to be different with her (and only with her) which was why he hadn't even considered turning back and fighting them off, though he was prepared for it.
So when Clary had asked why he hadn't stopped and confronted them, he had to admit, he was taken aback. She didn't say that she had wanted to fight, but he had clearly seen the instinct to kill in her eyes, his eyes.
So this was what the rune did. Had she said yes, he would have immediately stopped running, and go someplace where they could fight without any of the locals noticing. But she hadn't had the chance to answer, and he had lost her. Following the group of people that she was in didn't help, and pretty soon they had dispersed, there was no one there anymore.
She must have realized that she couldn't hide within the crowd forever, and left before I could find her to hide, but where?
At that moment, he had begun to scan the streets where the group had previously walk past, to see if there was any places that would be suitable for a girl of Clary's size to hide in. He himself was hiding, in the shadows between two lanterns, he had regretted not bringing a hoodie for himself, to at least hide his white hair which stood out like fire in a dark cave. It was there that the kid had found him.
A small boy, Sebastian had immediately recognized him as the kid that Clary had saved, as well as the child of one of the men that were after him. That was his main reason for being precautious, and needless to say, when the kid introduced himself as Ghayth, saying that he knew where Clary was, Sebastian grew even more distraught. He had grabbed the kid by the arm, surveyed his environment before pulling him into a small alley which was right next to the building where the group of people they had hid within came out from.
There he had made his question, and the large eyes child looked up at him, almost as if comparing him to something, scrutinizing him.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, not too politely. He didn't have time for this, so he would have to be blunt.
"You sure are her brother, that's for sure," he said, almost to himself, "And you were definitely easier to find than I thought, the white an- I mean Clary, said so."
"What were you just about to call my sister?" Sebastian asked, genuinely curious, despite everything.
"The white angel," he answered without pause, as if referring to his sister as an angel while she had the characteristic of a demon was perfectly normal. Though he wasn't going to correct him in that.
"So wait, you've spoken to Clary? Look kid, or Ghayth, or whatever your name is, how do I know that you're not working with your dad? Where is Clary?" Sebastian had brandished his seraph blade, not worrying whether or not he had ever seen one before, especially when the kid's eyes looked at the blade with a spark of recognition, sparkling within the sudden fear that filled them.
Ghayth took a last look at the blade, and then with effort, slowly took his gaze off of it, as if determined not to let himself be intimidated by it. Sebastian had to admit, the kid was brave.
"I'm not working with my father, I've already explained my story to Clary, so if you want to know about me, ask her." He looked at Sebastian with determination, as if even though he had only known Clary for a matter of moment, he already trusted her with his life.
"But how do I know that?" Sebastian asked again, "Look. I'm on the run from your dad and his gang of rotten ex-Shadowhunters, I've lost my sister, and you've claimed to know where she is. You're the son of one of the men who want to kill me, give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't gut you right now and leave you as a message for your father?" Sebastian could feel his eyes growing darker and blacker, the whites as well. He could feel his body wanting to kill, to stop hiding at get rid of the worthless creatures that were ruining his time with Clary.
He didn't even give Ghayth time to respond. His voice calm but frigid and stern, "Grigori," the blade illuminated their scene, which on one point, Chris was aware of, and knew that he couldn't let himself be seen, but Sebastian didn't care, he saw a pest in the way and he was going to get rid of it.
He took a step towards Ghayth, watching his face for any change of emotion, his muscles for any attempt at running away. As well as any signs that he would try to contact his father to come save him, or call out to him.
However, before Sebastian could get closer, the kid looked him steady in the eye, and said in a voice that was way too mature for a nine year old, his face and eyes dead serious, "You know, you two look the same, and act the same, because Clary tried to scare me with her seraph blade as well, but something keeps telling me that even for siblings, you guys are worlds apart."
Something snapped inside of Sebastian, a cord that his demonic mind had tied. This kid, this child, had told him something that not even Clary would have been able to get through to him.
They were different, Clary and he.
No matter how much he tried to convince himself, or change himself, or change Clary, there would always be something different about him. It was something that Sebastian feared, a deep part of him that he never wanted anyone to know, possibly one of the only actual humane feelings he never had to replicate. Loneliness.
He had always brandished his power in the face of his enemies, boasted his superiority over those who wanted to step up to him, but in reality, what was the point in showing others how great you were, when there was nothing left to do? He was already at the top, he had yet to find someone who could beat him, so he had no one to compete with. Other Shadowhunters had grown up competing with one another, they all had a goal in mind, a line they wanted to meet. But for Sebastian, there was no working to get there, he was just, there.
Everyone was racing towards the finish line, he was just standing there, waiting behind it for somebody to reach it next.
He had hoped that Jace would be the one person who could be like him, they were raised in the same way, by the same man, learned much of the same things, surely they were a match for one another. But Jace had broken that expectation, he was too weak for Sebastian. Then came Clary, his own sister, who he desired and wished would come to understand his ways. When he had first met her, he many expectations of her as well, even though they were not brought up the same way, they held the same blood, and that was something that not even Jace could compete with. Yet Clary had also failed him, choosing Jace over him, because in the end, though they were the offspring of Jocelyn and Valentine, Sebastian's blood was different. He was demonic, she was angelic. It was just the way they were.
But then Clary created that rune, which changed her to be like him, something he could only dream of before. She had his strength, his knowledge, and based off of what she said back while they were running, his way of thinking. She had his hair and eye color for Raziel's sake! Even though he tried to not keep his hopes up, he very much wished for Clary to stay that way forever, and even if the rune eventually wears out, at least she could reapply it so that she can continue to be like him. So that he would no longer have to be the only one waiting at the top for everyone else to catch up.
Even so, Clary was not one hundred percent like him. No matter how alike they became, Clary would always be herself, she would always shine through her demonic façade, while his is a permanent state.
Now he really felt like killing the kid, but instead of that, he held the seraph blade between them, and asked through gritted teeth, "You haven't answered my question. Why. Shouldn't. I. Kill. You?"
Ghayth looked, surprisingly, prepared, "Clary told me to tell you something, in case you didn't believe me."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, and cocking his white head he said, "Oh yeah? And what was that?"
"She said something like, if you don't trust me and come with me, she'll never burn your bacon the way you like it, or something like that. She was kind of nervous at the time, so maybe she messed up what she was trying to say. Do you have any clue what she meant?" Ghayth looked royally confused, as if he wasn't at all concerned about the blade in front of him and was really wondering as to what Clary had said by that.
Sebastian was trying not to laugh. The corners of his lips were raised and his mouth was skewered and pressed into a thin line, as if he was pressing back a sneeze. He tried to hide it behind a cough, which must have been pretty convincing, because Ghayth offered him a handkerchief. This kid, he just had his life threatened and he was offering handkerchiefs? He lifted his hand, telling Ghayth he didn't need it, then sighed and put the seraph blade away.
Leave it to Clary to come up with a stupid yet surefire way to get me to trust a total stranger….
"Alright Ghayth, where's Clary, which way?" He put his hands in his pockets, looking back into the mouth of the alley, to see if there was anyone around. They had been here for a couple of minutes now, if they didn't move quickly…..
"You must be intuitive, to have dragged me into this alley you know? Did you know about the door? Do you have some sort of special connection with your sister, are you two parabatai?" Ghayth asked about a million questions more, acting more like a child his age should.
Sebastian could feel his temper rise, but he ignored it, and kept a calm demeanor, "First of all, what are you talking about, what door? And second of all, how do you know Clary and I are siblings? Did she tell you?"
Ghayth gestured for him to follow him deeper into the alley, where he faced the wall that was the building where the group of people had exited from, "Clary didn't tell me that you guys were siblings, she said you were a friend of hers, but anyone can tell just by looking at you that you're related." Sebastian didn't doubt him there. "As for the door, I'm talking about this door." He pointed towards a space on the wall, and Sebastian could feel a glamour concealing something before his eyes could even look at the spot. He could usually see through glamours easily, but this one was particularly strong, so he used a technique that he hadn't used in a while. He pretended his mind was physically smashing into the glamour, breaking through it to see what was behind.
Sure enough, it worked, and Sebastian saw an old looking door that had obviously seen better days. How Ghayth had seen it that easily, was a mystery, so he assumed it was because the boy knew where it already was, or perhaps he was at the height of his age, where he could see past almost any glamour.
Ghayth opened the door, stepped through, and waited for Sebastian to step in before closing it. Immediately taking in his surroundings, Sebastian confirmed that they were in some kind of storage room, there were boxes everywhere, with robes and cloth and different jewelry hanging around everywhere. Yep, definitely a storage room, but for what?
"Where are we?" Sebastian asked flatly, wanting Ghayth to answer quickly.
"We're in the village's beloved place to come and see gypsy dancing. This place mostly holds there wardrobe," Ghayth was already zooming past the boxes, towards what looked to be like an exit of the room.
"I can see that," Sebastian said as he curiously inspected the contents of a box, mostly jewelry, and followed Ghayth through the mess, "But where's Clary?"
Ghayth stopped in the process of moving a box out the way so that there was more of a path to follow, but he stopped, and turned towards Sebastian. He didn't know why, but the kid looked very nervous, and guilty.
"Well, you see-" He was interrupted when a voice rang out, Sebastian was about to pull out his blade, when he realized that it wasn't coming from the room, but from beyond the room, behind the exit the Ghayth had been heading towards. It was the voice of a women, who seemed to be announcing something, but Sebastian couldn't tell. He had learned many languages, but Arabic had not been one of them.
"What was that, what did the women just say? And didn't you say Clary was here? Why didn't you just tell her to hide here?" Sebastian felt something was up.
Ghayth gulped, "The women said that the show was about to begin, and you know what, instead of me explaining it you, why don't you just come with me and see?"
Clary POV
Clary did not know how to dance.
She didn't know how to waltz, or do specific dance moves or anything. Whenever she was at clubs and such, she basically moved her body to the music, doing whatever felt right. She didn't like performing to people, and being on stage or anything. So, she should have felt filled to the brim with nerves right?
But she felt utterly calm, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
When she had been called to leave the storage room, she was pulled into a room with mirrors and makeup and lots of perfume, probably the room where all the final touches were done to make them look beautiful. There were about twenty girls here, and all of them were zipping around, reapplying makeup, adjusting their clothes, and helping each other out. The girl who had shown Clary in took a look at her, a watchful look in her eye, then walked to one of the many vanity mirrors on the wall, grabbed a red lipstick amongst the dozens of products, and walked up to her, a questionable look in her expression as if asking Clary for permission.
Clary nodded, then tilted her head up as the taller girl applied the lipstick on her, making her blew into a handkerchief, and then she pinched Clary's cheeks.
"Ow!" Clary exclaimed, "What was that for?" She knew it was pointless to ask that, but then she looked at herself in the mirror and saw that the pinch made her cheeks brighter.
She turned back towards the girl, to smile and apologetic smile, but the girl had already gone off, probably to make some last second touches to herself as well. Pretty soon an older looking women came from a doorway which was covered by a nailed up blanket, and said something to all of them. All of the girls stopped what they were doing, and left through the doorway, Clary following them in the end.
They were brought to a large half circle room, the flat part of the half circle was made by what looked to be a sort of stage curtain. Everyone immediately walked to certain places and sat on the ground, their knees tucked under them while they bended over so that their foreheads touched the ground. Their hands lay on either side of them. Clary just noticed that she was the only one in red, all the other girls wore deep greens , dark blacks, and pale yellows. Her red and paleness made her stand out like a dot on a white sheet of paper. The old women, noticing that she hadn't sat down yet, gently grasped her by the elbow and placed her behind and slightly to the left of someone. They were all placed so that they formed a sort of V that birds make when flying.
Clary mimicked everyone's position, and listened to her surroundings. She could hear whispers beyond the curtain, excited and anxious, ready for the show to begin. She could hear the breaths of the girls around her, and was glad that she was in the back, and not somewhere in the front, where it would be harder for her to copy. She hoped that everyone had to do the same thing, and that there wasn't any part choreography where everyone did separate moves. The room was dark, and the only light came from the tunnel that led back to the vanity room.
Suddenly, all the voices were quieted as someone spoke out loud, but based on the way they were speaking, even Clary could guess what was going on. The speaker was probably saying something like 'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our esteemed gypsy hall' or something of the sort. When he was done, there was a round of applause, and the curtains were drawn back. There was darkness surrounding them, so Clary wouldn't have been able to see the crowd of people sitting beyond the stage had it not been for her sight. Then, someone lit four massive torches, two at the front of the stage, and two in the back. Music began to play, but as to where it came from Clary didn't have to investigate, for the girls in front of her began to dance.
The girl right in front of her, dressed in pale yellow, raised her arms out to the side, without raising her head or body. Clary could rather feel her moving than see it, so she copied her movements as she twisted her arms this was and that. The girls pulled their arms back in, fisted at their sides, and took their left leg and stretched it out the left, when they had done so, they slowly lifted their bodies upward, keeping their head tilted towards the ground. They took their right foot, and tucked it under them, like a lotus position but only with one leg, and started doing fluid movements with their arms to the beat of drums. Clary found herself getting into it, she was following the music, and copying the girls around her. Yes, it was difficult, one because the girls were actually going fast, and because Clary noticed that while her hands were moving, the rest of her body should not be. Yet there was something about getting into something that made it easier to forget about the rest of the circumstances.
All of the girls changed position, bending their knees in front of them, put their hands as if they were praying and started moving them up and down, in a circle, and when they made a full rotation with them, they put both hands on to the floor on their right, their bodies twisted in the middle. Their left hand flew up and started making movements as well, and then their right hand joined them, and they did the whole praying, rotating hand thing until both hands were pressed unto the floor to their left.
The torched illuminating them, making the scene look more exotic, and appealing, though Clary had to admit, it was beautiful, the way each move fit into another. She was very aware of the stares of all the men on them. Though she was in the back, she was very noticeable, especially by people who were on the side of the place and had a better view of her. Her white hair flashed in the light of the flames, and as Clary continued to dance, she noticed sweat developing on her. This was actually tiring.
She was enjoying herself though. They had changed positions again, they were leaning on their right hand, left leg stretched out to the side, moving their left hand to the beat and making flowing movements.
Writer's POV: The author knows nothing of gypsy dances. For an idea of what Clary is doing, watch Come and Get It by selena gomez. Sorry for those of you who don't want to or prefer to not do it. Most of what she dances was influenced by those moves.
They had moved so that they kneeled on their knees, resting on her toes, her left arm bent at the elbow so that her palm faced her, her right arm bent perpendicular to it, and the girls abruptly stood up, stepped their right leg to the side, and raised both arms into the air, they turned slightly, as the beat of the drum increased in pace, and Clary found herself starting to shake her hips along with everyone else. They stepped their right leg forward, brought their arms down into praying position, and started to twist her arms and legs at the same time.
As Clary continued to dance, she took the advantage that she was supposed to look blankly at the crowd, as all the girls didn't exactly seem to be focusing on anything but dancing, so she surveyed the people in the room. The room was fairly large, big enough to house about a hundred people, yet the place was packed, so some people must have snuck in. The girls suddenly changed the way their V was pointing, previously it was so that the point of the V was facing the crowd, so that Clary who was at the end, was suddenly up front, the point now facing away from the crowd.
She could feel the stares of everyone as they gasped at the sight of this strange girl, who was new to the crowd, whose head jewelry caught the flames of the torches and made it shine unlike any of the other dancers in the group. Some men whistled, which made her skin crawl but ignored it, and others pointed up at her, holding liquor bottles and red faces. She didn't like her new position, and she was about to make herself ignore everything around her, making her senses take in the dance moves of the girls around her, when she thought she spotted a white head in the crowd in front of her.
As Clary moved her head to the side, following what the other girls did, she took that as a chance to scan the crowd for the white head, Chris?! She wanted to get off that stage very much, her first feelings of 'Why not?' turning into 'Hell no.' She could feel her cheeks heat up when she realized her brother might see her dancing like this, and thanked the fact that the room was lit by fire, so you couldn't notice.
She could no longer see anything in the crowd, and decided to just wait until the dancing was over. It was easier to think of it that way, dance now, problems later.
Dance now, problems later.
Dance, now.
Problems, later.
Clary found herself repeating this in her head, as she brought her right leg up, bent it at the knee, and thrust her clasped arms down, doing the same with her left leg. They were doing a lot more work with their legs now, with cooperating moves from their arms.
Clary felt as if she was in another world.
She remembered dancing with Simon in clubs before, even with Jace at that Downworlder club, but that had been amongst many people, and if someone were to have told Clary even just an hour ago, that she was going to be dancing in front of a crowd of people, not within one, where nobody could judge you for how you dance, but in front of them, while they all watched, she would have scoffed, saying that she was much too shy for that type of thing. Was it Sebastian's influence in her blood?
She never noticed it before, but now she was in the very front of the group, the V shape pointing again towards the crowd, and she was at the very point. They were moving fast, fast enough that Clary could ignore the men trying to get closer to the stage, lust filled in their eyes as they sized her up, because she was trying so hard to follow the movements of the girls, especially since they were behind Clary now.
As they began to slow down, she surveyed the crowd again, this time finding someone she didn't want to see. Two men dressed in blue robes, entered the already crowded area, they weren't looking up at her though, they were searching the crowd too. Clary didn't know whether to keep dancing or to ram them while they were unsuspecting. She wasn't stupid, while she had been changing, she slipped her stele and seraph blade under her clothes. They were pretty tight, so she had pressed the weapons flat against her back, and slid the cloth over her. The lighting and movements allowed her to conceal the fact that it was hidden there, but it was pretty hard to bend into all these poses while a blade was poking at her.
The men were moving in the room, passing through people, sometimes even shoving them out of their way to get past. Clary traced a path towards where they were going, and saw a flash of white in the room before it disappeared. She was somewhat relieved, they were probably following Chris they hadn't seen her yet.
As soon as I'm done with this, I'll follow the girls back then hide back in that storage room…..
Too late. One of the men in blue was staring right at her, though she did her best not to look back, as if this was completely normal, she was just a dancer, but obviously he could tell. He made his way through the crowd, and Clary could feel her nerves screaming at her to attack, run, do something.
He was making his way towards the front of the stage, getting some rude looks from the people who were already there. Clary was only about three meters from the edge, and that stage was only about three feet above the ground, so it would only take a step, up to reach her. She was grateful when the dancers changed positions, and suddenly she was in the center of a circle, dancing whilst the other girls created a barrier around her. Of course they only thought of it as routine, but she was thankful that it would create a hindrance for them.
The man stopped right in front of the stage, his gaze felt like it was burning a hole in Clary's face, the intensity too much.
The girls were moving again, and Clary could feel that this was the final move in the dance. However, they were changing back into the V shape that they had held up, Clary moving slowly back the front. As they finished, the girls ended the dance with a modified bow, their bodies to the side, their heads tilting towards the ground, their left arm extending to the crowd.
Clary realized too late that if she did that, the man would only have to reach up and grasp her and she was just about to pull back when she felt a hand encircle her wrist, and pull her down.
She struggled, and screamed, hoping that this man was just a mortal and not a warlock hoping that she wouldn't have to use her Shadowhunter skills, so that the people around her could notice and maybe help her, kick the guy out.
And someone was, there were two drunk looking men, who were yelling at the blue robed guy who was completely covered, his face and mouth and hands hidden to Clary. The man made a sort of signal, and suddenly the flamed from the torches were put out. The whole room was painted in darkness, screams from women sounded, and Clary blinked so that she her vision could immediately adjust to the sudden change of light.
The blue robed man was still holding her by the wrist, and Clary was just about to twist it so that she could get it free, and already had her right hand clenched so that she could give a blow to the stomach, when she felt her body go rigid, her whole self freezing up.
She couldn't move.
Her body, now having nothing to support it, tumbled to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The man grabbed her by the waist and flung her over his shoulder, her eyes seeing nothing but his back and the backs of his feet. She could feel her stele and seraph blade stretch against the fabric of her clothes, and the jewels that Ghayth had lent her jangled against her forehead, and for a second she was afraid that they would fall off.
The man walked through the crowd, stepping past people as if he kidnapped girls from stages in total darkness every day. Clary had already assessed that this man was a warlock, it was how all the lights went out, though she didn't see any of the magic he performed to do it, and how she had been incapable of moving, which made her wonder whether the other man who entered with him was also a warlock.
She tried to move, willing her limbs to obey her, but she couldn't even make her mouth open, and she found herself only able to blink her eyes. She could feel the man, warlock, approaching the exit, where strangely, no one was inhibiting. Clary could feel people trying to ignite the torches again, or to find new ones. She could see small flickers of flame try to appear in the dark, probably lighters that men had with them but the light went off as soon as it showed life. The warlock was preventing anyone from making light.
They were out of the building and into the lantern lighted streets, which were empty and devoid of any people. They moved down the streets, and Clary tried to keep track of where they were going. The warlock was not speaking to her, nor was he harming her in anyway. He took her into house that was in an empty part of the neighborhood, the place looked abandoned, unused, as if there weren't many residents living in this part of the village.
The warlock walked up some creaky looking wooden steps, onto an old wooden porch. The front door of the house, which was the only one that had its appearance in what seemed like the whole village, had scratch marks, giving it an ominous feeling. As the warlock adjusted her on his shoulder, making a pattern of noises by coordinating knocks and scratched on the door, Clary caught sight of the second blue robed man walking towards them from down the street. His head was also hidden, hands as well, and seemed to walk with purpose. He was a ways down the street, and might get here in a minute or two. Clary felt a strange twist in her stomach that didn't come from being pressed into this guy's shoulder bone.
When his pattern of knocks and scratched made, Clary made sure to memorize it, for future purposes. The fact that he wasn't even trying to hide it from her only meant that he knew she wasn't going to escape.
Knock knock scratch knock scratch knock knock scratch scratch scratch knock scratch.
She couldn't see who had opened the door, or if it had opened on its own, but the door knob clicked and they were inside. The house had absolutely nothing decorating its interior. There was no furniture, chairs, cloths, anything. The warlock passed boarded up windows and glass covered floors, and opened a door that had stairs leading down into a basement.
As they descended, Clary could hear the pattern of knocks and scratched being done again on the door.
Knock knock scratch knock scratch knock knock scratch scratch scratch knock scratch.
When the stairs ended, the warlock put her on the ground against a cold, wet wall, tilting her head with one gloved hand so that she could look up at him.
"ينظرون إليك، كثيرا لابنة الحب الكبير. الآن سوف تدفع ثمن الأكاذيب الوقحة والدك. ربما أعطي تسمح الرجال هنا لديهم استخدام لكم، بعد أفعل، بطبيعة الحال. في الواقع، لماذا لا يمكننا الحصول على بعض المتعة في الوقت الراهن؟ قبل وصول الجميع ..." He had pulled his hood down, and his face showed a malevolent grin, one that Clary knew that it didn't matter if she didn't understand what he said, this was not going to end well for her.
All of sudden more steps came down the stairs, making the warlocks grin disappear, as something had just been ruined for him.
Like he wasn't expecting someone to be here yet.
The other blue hooded guy had his face tilted down, so that even though he was covered, you could not see his eyes. The warlock began to question him, saying things in Arabic that no doubt asked the other man why he was here. The new guy simply walked slowly, calmly to the warlock, and without warning, so fast that Clary's eyes barely kept track with the movement, especially since she couldn't move to see better, the man stabbed the warlock in the heart.
He fell with a thud, dead before he could touch the ground, the blade deeply embedded into his chest, and when the other figure bent down to pull it out, Clary could feel the magic that was done on her collapse, and she immediately stood up. The figure still had his back to her, examining the fallen body. And Clary quickly walked up to him, and snatched back his hood.
She knew it.
"Chris, if you were going to kill him anyway, why didn't you do so on the street? You could've taken him, he was distracted with me anyway."
Chris, or Sebastian, considering that he was fighting, shrugged and said, "Can't I have a little fun, besides, now when all the other guys get here, we can catch them when they're unsuspecting."
She rolled her eyes, still thinking that it was unnecessary to have her go through the extra panic. Sebastian was staring at her, his gaze roaming her without embarrassment, yet she felt completely exposed.
"Nice dancing, by the way," He grinned devilishly, as if seeing his sister gypsy dance was a dream come true (it probably was).
She wanted off of this topic. "How did you find me? And where's Ghayth? Did he find you?"
His eyes focused back to the topic at hand, his face getting an expression of 'oh you know, it was nothing'
"Little runt? Calls you white angel? Yeah, I met him, he pulled me into the building just in time to see your 'performance' begin. And by the way," he stopped when she shot him a menacing glare, preventing him from saying anything about her dance, "Anyway, while I was there, I saw the two warlocks enter the place. They had parted ways, one going towards you, and the other going to another door that led to this vanity room where the dancers get changed. I followed that one and killed him, disposing the corpse, stole his clothes and got out just in time to see you being taken like the damsel in distress that you were."
"And Ghayth?" she said, preferring to not go into his last comment.
"He went to help the girls get backstage after the lights went out, some of the drunks were climbing up and going after them." He said this in a boring tone, as if that didn't matter to him.
Clary touched the jewels on her forehead, silently thinking so the other was a warlock….
She wanted to leave. She didn't know why, but she was getting a bad feeling in her stomach, just like when she was being held by that warlock, and at the time, she had thought it was because she saw Chris in disguise coming towards her, but now she wasn't so sure.
"Can we leave? I'm all for getting the rest of the guys, but their only advantage was the warlocks, who were actually pretty easy to get rid of, so we wasted our breath running away in the first place. Guess they weren't so tough after all." She was feeling strange, she had this feeling like something was going to happen, like something was racing at her, but she didn't know what.
"Are you alright, you look nervous," He stepped close to her, his voice showing some genuine curiosity as to what was going on with her. Clary couldn't see it, but he was actually concerned.
She shook her head, trying to get rid of this sudden feeling. "I'm just a bit shaken, a lot happened tonight after all, and I really do think it's better to go. Now."
She took a few steps towards the stairs, and turned back to see if Chris was following. He looked at her, taking her in, not like last time, where he was staring at her, but now he was staring through her, trying to see what was with the abrupt incentive on leaving.
"I guess we can go, now that those guys are gone, there's not really much to worry for. But don't you want to return those first?" He asked.
She replied quickly, "It's fine, they have loads of outfits, can we leave now?" Her sense of panic was increasing, she could feel her breath rate going faster, feel her pulse in her temple throba fast pace. What was going on? What was causing this?
Chris walked to her in to quick strides, still wearing the blue outfit, he pulled of the gloves and placed his hand on her forehead, "Clary what's going on? You're breathing quickly and your temperature is rapidly increasing."
"Chris I just want to go HOME!" Clary yelled.
Chris stared at her, and Clary realized that this was the first time she called the house they lived in home. This was barely going to be her third evening spent with him, yet she already called it home. On one hand, she could argue that it was because of the circumstances that made her say home, she wasn't really thinking, but where else was home?
For a moment, she forgot about the raging panic that seemed to come from nothing. As she stared back at Chris's astonished face, black eyes staring at mirror images of another, and his expression turned into a smile. A real heartwarming smile, one that looked as if he was happy to finally have an excuse to use it. Like he finally won something that he'd been working hard for.
He tugged at the hair that had been in front of her face, and pulled all of it back, parting her hair in the middle and putting it behind her ears. When he was done, he placed his warm, hot hand on her also burning cheeks, and said, "If that's what you want, Clary."
She nodded. It was what she wanted.
Slowly, he placed his hand in hers, questionably touching it, before grasping it. Clary waited a few seconds, before returning his grasp. Chris looked like a happy guy, and Clary felt like she should say something, tell him that this was only because she felt scared, because she still felt weak in the legs (though she didn't) because she didn't want him to lose that happy look in his eye. But she didn't, she let him believe whatever it was that was going on in his mind, though she didn't know whether or not it was for the better, or worse.
Together they climbed the stairs, and made their way to the door in which they came in from. Before they did though, Chris gave Clary a side look and asked, "By the way, how did you know it was me back there and not someone from the gang?"
Clary answered easily, "I saw you earlier, following us, at first I thought it was one of them, but then I figured, why would they be behind us, if the warlocks obviously got me under control, and there's still one more person to catch. That's when I figured it was you. Oh, also because I recognize the way you walk, call it something I learned from observing you with my senses." She smirked, glad she knew something about Chris.
"You know me so well" he mocked, "You know, at first I didn't believe it was you back on the stage, I thought 'now that girl is much too beautiful and talented to be my sister' and then when you failed to dance a move correctly I thought 'Nevermind, it's her'"
Clary playfully punched him in the arm, "I did not fail, I was pretty good for someone who never danced like that before, no, I was amazing, no, I was glamorous! I, I-"
"You were something I've never seen before!" Chris laughed, but the way he said made it sound like he was making fun of her.
Clary punched him again, this time harder, "Oh, yeah you try dancing like that when you don't even know the moves. I'd like to see that."
Chris rubbed his arm, "Of course you would love to see that, because I would be beyond 'glamorous' doing it. But if someone were to tell me to do that, I'd sock them in the jaw before I agree."
"You would not be glamorous, you'd be hideous, I don't think I'd be able to watch you without laughing my ass off!"
"At least it would be something to watch, not like you're moves." Chris retorted.
"Hey! I did my best!" Clary suddenly didn't feel like holding his hand anymore. She tried to tug it loose, but Chris had an iron grip. She looked at him accusingly, but h only watched her with placid eyes.
He pulled her hand to his chest, making her move towards him, and he placed his other hand on her cheek again, and Clary fought the urge to shake his hand off like a fly. His thumb carefully smoothed her jaw, and Clary felt herself unwillingly relax. He looked at their entwined hands, and said, "I was kidding, you actually looked, beautiful, like an angel up there. Everyone was looking at you."
His eyes met hers, and his voice softened, "And I felt jealous because they were all staring at you."
Clary could feel her cheeks heat up, but that had nothing to do with her high temperature. Chris leaned down, so that their faces were right in front of each other, "This morning, when you told me that you just wanted me to be your brother, I honestly considered it." He let go of her hand, and reached up to gran her other cheek.
"But after seeing you today, I realize I might not be able to do that." He stared at her, her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her jaw, her lips. Clary felt mesmerized, unable to move. She didn't know what to do, that morning, what she had said was what she thought was true, she had someone to love and that was Jace, but was that even possible for her anymore? She was completely different, and even if someday she would get back to Jace, would she be back to the way she was?
"Clary" Chris's eyes were filled of her, it wasn't lust, he didn't want all of her right now, but he wanted her.
He wanted her to want him.
Normally, she would feel disgust, a sort of repelling sense, that he was a demon, and that was wrong. But she was a demon now too, technically, so did that cancel out the disgust?
Clary found it a miracle she was even able to think in this situation.
Chris looked at her lips, and then her eyes, "Just one, one kiss. If you don't like it, I'll stop and we can go home."
There was a plead in his voice, something that begged her to accept him, and Clary found herself nodding, feeling her heart rate going faster, she could feel a twist in her stomach again, and her cheeks were burning.
Chris looked like a man dying of thirst. He tilted his head to the side, leaning in slowly, savoring each second. Their lips barely brushed when Clary felt an enormous pain in her chest and wrist.
She screamed.
Chris instantaneously let her go, thinking it was his fault, but it wasn't. Clary dropped to her knees, one hand, the wrist that hurt, that felt like it was exploding, like something was stinging her, piercing her, clutched at her chest where her heart was, the other hand grasping her wrist.
Clary could feel her chest throb, and the pain felt like her heart was trying to pound itself out, rip its way out of her. The agony was too much, she fell onto her side, Chris, who must have noticed something was going on, was trying to talk to her through her screams of pain. He kneeled next to her form, which had curled into fetal position, and tried to touch her shoulder, but when his hand came into contact with her, he felt a jolt so huge it was like electricity had flown through Clary to shock him.
His hand throbbed, and he didn't touch Clary again, but he still tried to get through to her, but to no avail. Clary twitched on the ground, her thoughts consisting of What's happening to me!? Make it stop, Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
She felt like hell itself was coming out through her, and all she could do was scream and scream, Chris had made several more attempts to touch her, but each time provided the same result.
All they could do was wait until it was done, if it was done. But after a few minutes, Clary could feel the pain and agony slow, turning into very painful throbs, and a minute later, she could only feel the sting in her wrist. She hadn't been aware of it, but she had been crying, tears running in rivulets down her cheeks.
Soon, she sat up, still clutching at her wrist and chest, and Chris found it safe to grab her. He put her in his lap, and she leaned against him, him telling her it was okay, to just breathe and tell him when it was all better.
She did as he said, breathing in and out, in and out, until everything was okay. She wiped at her cheeks, and was about to climb off of Chris, but he put his arms around her, not letting her go.
"What was that?" he asked softly.
"I don't know." Her voice was hoarse, her throat feeling raw from screaming.
"Let's go home," Placing his hand under her knees, he carried her bridal style to the door, and began to walk through the empty village to their house. Clary was in shock, though the pain was gone, she could still feel her heart pounding, as if it was threatening to come out again.
Chris mainly took streets with poor lighting, taking to the shadows, but as they passed under a lantern, Clary saw something on her wrist that caught her attention.
Removing her hand, she gasped, making Chris look as well. He paused, staring at her wrist, and then took off in a run towards their house.
The clock shaped rune on Clary's wrist had moved forwards, and in the place between where the twelve and one would be, the clock hand had traced what looked like a tattoo using Clary's black blood.
Clary: Pandora Hearts reference? You sure you shouldn't put this under crossover fanfics?
Lacie: Nah, I'm not using any of their characters, besides the tattoo isn't like P.H
Chris: What's P.H?
Lacie and Clary: Look it up
Lacie: Anyways, again, I'm sorry, I guess I got a little carried away, and forgot that I have a story to update. I hope this chapter is enough for you guys, because I'm the type of person who tries to make everybody happy.
Chris: you almost made me happy.
Clary: You put me in pain.
Lacie: well…..mostly everyone. Anyways, that one part that the warlock says, where its in arabic, it basicalle says that look at her now, Valentines daughter, blah blah, he's gonna let his men use her, and he will too, but I put it in google translate, and anyone who uses it knows that sometimes google messes up so forgive me if thats not what it says
Clary: Please follow, favorite, and most importantly, review! They inspire her! To update sooner!
Lacie: See you next chapter!