Lacie: *sitting on the couch lazily whilst her feet are atop the coffee table, a bowl of popcorn on her lap while watching Nikita on Netflix*
Clary: *sitting next to her, cross legged, with a sketch book in hand, drawing ninja girls with throwing stars*
Chris: …..why are you wording out everything we're doing?
Lacie: *very lazily* because sometimes I wonder if people actually read these starting intro's, so I'm gonna take it easy this time. *throws popcorn in the air and catches it with her mouth*
Chris: But, what about the thank you's, the disclaimer… the usual junk?
Clary: We'll do it, next chapter….*looks up at screen and sketches some more*
Chris: *internally sighs and then stops abruptly* oh gosh now I'm doing it, I have to get out of here before I become like you guys. If you need me I'll be out hunting demons and whatnot, but before I go, thanks to all the people that reviewed and have been reading up to this point, Lacie may be lazy right now but she actually does care, something that even I can notice.
*glances at Lacie, who has failed to get a popcorn into her mouth and is staring at it on the ground, determining whether or not it's worth it to get up and pick it off the floor*
Anyways…..As for the usual, Lacie-Abyss does not own the Mortal Instruments, but she does own white-haired, or I guess, whitish redish haired Clary, and Chris. But I'm not Chris right now, I'm Sebastian. Bye guys.
*kills some nasty looking demons things*
Enjoy!
Clary POV
Even with her demon like thinking, Clary still found it very uncomfortable to wear a bathing suit.
They were on a small island in the Caribbean, in which Clary could not help but think of Jack Sparrow, in a rather empty beach. Chris said that there was a larger island not too far them, and true, at the edge of land in which she stood, letting her toes get wet by the incoming waves, she could see land in the distance. She bet she could even make it if she swam, if there were no sharks.
Are there sharks? She absently wondered, Well, sharks only swim in salt water, the Caribbean is one of the largest salt water seas in the world, but I doubt that I will actually make any encounters with sharks, maybe I should ride in a boat just in case…
"Clary!" the call brought Clary out of her thoughts as she turned away from the lapping water and faced her attention towards Chris, who was jogging towards her. He was barefooted, kicking up sand as he passed by, wearing a tight black shirt that was blinding in the sun, and black jeans that were rolled up to his ankles.
He looked sort of out of place, like the beach wasn't his thing. Granted, he did have the blonde white hair of a foreigner, and his pale skin screamed that he didn't necessarily spend the day out in the sun, but he seemed like he was enjoying himself.
She walked towards him, slowly, and they met halfway. The sun was to his back so she had to squint and look up at him when she said, "What's up? Why are you wearing jeans? It's a beach, you're going to fry in those things."
Chris snorted, "Says the girl who's wearing an overly large hoodie," he took the hoodie in his hand and rubbed the fabric between his fingers, "What's wrong, all the bathing suits aren't to your taste?"
Clary stepped away, looking back at the sea behind her casually, but really she was trying to hide her blush. She found a nice looking two piece, a bikini really, but she was too embarrassed to walk around in it. Before she left her room, she was giving herself a huge pep talk, telling herself that no one was on the island, that it was just her and Chris, it was no big deal, but in the end, she lost to her herself and ended up grabbing a huge green hoodie that was in the drawers and throwing it on. The hoodie went past her mid thighs, revealing her white, thin chicken legs.
It had actually taken a lot of courage to not wear some pants too.
"I don't really wear bathing suits, I've never been to the beach before." She admitted, without actually telling the whole truth about the matter. It was something she didn't have to reveal.
"Suuurree," he dragged out the word. "If you say so."
He turned away from her, and started walking down the beach, along the line in which the sea was just barely touching the sand. Clary looked at him, and suddenly an urge hit her that she just couldn't resist.
Running along with him, she stood by on his left, so that to his right was the sea. She walked a couple of paces with him, noticing his smug look. Probably thinks that I caught up to him because I didn't want to be alone. Clary thought, Well think again… As soon as a wave came crashing onto the shore, Clary used all her strength, demonic kind including, and side pushed him into the water.
"What the he-!" He was caught off as he lost his footing when Clary shoved him again, making him land on his butt into the water, the wave coursing over his neck and close to his face. Clary giggled, and half expected Chris to give her an evil glare, to curse her.
She was very surprised when he played along, and pulled her down into the water with him, going farther out, so even when she stood up, the waves would go almost to her chest. They splashed around in the water, thought Clary could see that Chris's jeans were weighing him down, and his T-shirt had stuck to his chest, but the water made it inflate and bob up and down. Clary laughed and told Chris he looked fat, and he tripped her underwater, making her go under, blowing bubbles through her nose.
She was pulling down on her sweatshirt in vain, the water causing it to float up dangerously to her hips, which would reveal the swimsuit she did not want to be seen in. But she didn't go back up to surface, instead, she pulled her knees to her chest, and exhaled all the air from her lungs, making her body sink down. She could feel the water carrying her out, enjoying the flow of it, and she knew that when she eventually came up for a breath, the shore would be farther away than when she started.
It didn't bother her though; she could swim as well as the next person, even with a hoodie weighing her down. She could feel Chris following her, wondering what she was doing, if she needed his help. But she was fine, she just wanted to do this. It was a nice thing to do, for her. She enjoyed the feeling of not doing anything and just letting the world around her move.
Chris's presence appeared on her left, but she could feel that he was on his tiptoes now, his head barely above the water. They must be getting farther out. Clary still didn't feel her lungs giving out yet. Chris was floating to her, keeping his hands close to her, and Clary wondered if he knew what she was doing, if he understood her weird urge.
Chris seemed different to her now.
She found it hard nowadays that the Chris she saw now, was the same Chris, the same Sebastian, that she had feared, hated, despised above all things. The sole being that continued to haunt her after her father had practically crashed himself into her life, ruining everything. How could it be that after all she's gone through, because of that, she could do this?
A rock of guilt sank itself into her conscious, as she thought of Isabelle, Alec, the Lightwoods, and how they'd react to her if they were to ever discover her being on a beach with the man who killed their smallest child. And of Jace, when she thought of the kiss that she and Chris had exchanged, and the worst part, it wasn't against her will, she had totally and one hundred percent accepted it. Another ton of rock slipped into her stomach, seeming to weigh herself down even more, as she sank further down.
The water around her seemed to have cleared her head of the fog that had muddled her thoughts ever since she first arrived, to layer of protection that she had originally placed to protect herself from the pain she would feel from missing her family, from having to stay with Chris. But that layer of defense had turned into one from Chris into one from herself, she shelled herself, pulled herself away from everything that would worry her, from all the guilt that she knew she would feel had she begin to actually get along with Chris.
And she was, Chris never threatened her, never hurt her intentionally, and she was starting to feel more and more comfortable at home.
She should have been terrified of this, but what was even scarier, was that she wasn't.
What surprised her ever more, was that Chris was changing as well as herself. She could feel it in him, he was getting into her random playings. Yesterday started with paintball, and when they had gotten back, Clary found an X-box, and they played Mortal Kombat for hours after that. She of course never knew how to play the game, it was Simon who loved it, her tactic was to press random buttons and hope for the best, but Chris actually got into it, playing single player while she watched him play just as she would had it been anyone else in the world. Now, when she pulled him into the water, he also played along, and Clary could feel him being the kid that he could never be.
Growing up with Valentine obviously didn't leave room for fun.
Clary felt more pressure in her chest, which she associated at first with her new found guilt, but as she continued to float, she realized it was her lungs, begging for air, so she uncurled herself and pushed her feet against the sandy ground. Her head bobbed above the water, and she wheezed in air, finally aware of her body's lack of oxygen, and was about to start kicking at the water to float, when she felt something touch her knees.
Her instinct was to kick out, her earlier thoughts about sharks bringing terror to her mind, but when she felt the familiar warmth of Chris's demon blood, she relaxed herself, and turned around to face his dark eyes. His head was barely above water, which looked funny to her, like he was beheaded, and Clary blinked out the salt water that burned at her eyes. Chris's hands grabbed her knees, supporting herself up so that her shoulders were above water.
"Clary, you had me starting to think that you would never come back up." He spoke over the crashes of the waves.
Clary coughed some water from her lungs, "I was just seeing how long I could last, I like doing that sometimes."
Chris began slowly hopping backwards, to get a better footing on the ground. He stopped at the point when he could place both feet firmly on the ground, and his shoulder were above water, he had dropped Clary down a bit, but still suspended her. If she tried to touch the bottom her head would go under.
"What are we doing here anyway?" She asked him, kicking her feet around, causing the water to churn and make white foamy bubbles.
Chris shrugged, "Whatever you want to do, it's an empty small island, your call."
Immediately, Clary's mind went back to every pirate and beach movie she had ever seen. She thought of people stranded and making SOS signs with rocks or sticks, or sending smoke signals to get the attention of planes passing overhead. She thought of the way that they learned to start fires, survive in the wilderness and whatnot.
But they didn't have to do that, their house was just inside of the tree line, not visible on the beach, but they knew very well where it was.
"Let's," she offered, "Look for buried treasure."
Chris gave her a bewildered look, "You can't be serious."
She looked at him with total seriousness.
"Okay, so maybe you are."
Clary moved away from him, splashing in the water, and floated on her back, her hair spreading out around her, and slowly swam for shore.
"Hey Chris," she called out, he trudged through the water to her, listening.
"Race ya."
She suddenly turned onto her stomach and began kicking her legs and stretching her arms out in front of her, using all of her strength. She felt a splash not too far behind her, and could feel Chris swimming as fast as he could as well, maybe faster than her. She couldn't even see the shore, not wanting to open her eyes in the water, and relied on her internal navigation. If she felt she was moving too much to the left, she would adjust herself. If a wave came in from behind, she would stop swimming and let the wave carry her to save her strength. Eventually she felt Chris right next to her, though whether or not he was ahead or not she couldn't tell, but several times their arms brushed each other, and their toes kicked.
Clary was surprised when she pulled her arm out in front of her, and felt the sand. She stood up realizing that the water was only up to her thighs, and began to run as fast as she could in the water. She felt a hand grab her from behind and she shrieked as Chris used the force he used to pull her back to launch himself forward. But she wouldn't let him.
Bending her knees, she threw herself at his back, gripping onto his soaked shirt with all her might, and wrapping her legs around his waist and clung to him like a baby koala.
"Hey get off me!" Chris pulled at her hands.
"No! I'm your baby koala! Carry me to safety!" Clary voiced aloud.
"What?" Chris, obviously confused at her sudden exclamation, but stopped trying to pry her off of him.
"Now do what Momma Koala's do, and carry me." Clary smiled innocently.
"Where the heck did this come from?" Chris tried to look back at her from over his shoulders, his face smiling from her crazy nonsense.
Clary smiled largely. She knew what was wrong with her, she sometimes tended to get these random periods of time where she would get so crazy it looked like she ate several sugar sticks, you know, those times where everything is just hilarious.
She felt like that now, as she sucked in a breath and said, "No wait! I don't want to be a baby koala! I want to be a mine turtle!"
"Clarissa, I have no idea what you're talking about." Chris called back to her as he reached the sand and trudged towards the shade of the trees.
"Mine turtles on the road, mine turtles walking by, mine turtle's got a smile sweet as pie flavored pie!" Clary sang
"Did you get hit in the head or something Clary?" Chris said as he set her down, as she randomly pointed to him and said, "Skater kid tell the cop, you can't tell me what to do! Watch out! When mine turtle says hello to you! MINE TURTLE"
Writer's POV: Do not own Mine turtle song, not even sure if the lyrics are like that
Clary started laughing while Chris watched off to the side, unsure of what to do with his sister in this stage. Clary's random state of giddiness died after her laughter though, as she remembered her ton of guilt, but tried to hide it with a smile
"Well?" she asked, getting a questioning look from Chris, "Are we going to look for pirate treasure or not?"
"Oh, so you actually were serious about that."
"Well, no, not really." Clary shrugged, "not like we have a treasure map, or a metal detector, though I suppose we could get one from the house, but that feels like cheating, neither one of us are Jack Sparrow, so we have no clue where to start."
"Jack Sparrow?" Chris asked, his tone obviously meaning 'the heck is that?'
"Oh my bad," Clary corrected herself, watching as Chris's face lit up, ready to receive this new information, "I meant Captain Jack Sparrow." Chris frowned.
Before he could question her further on things that his life preventing him from knowing about, she asked him, "What do you want to do?"
Chris was taken aback, as if no one had ever asked him what he wanted to do before, but he gave the question some thought.
"How about," he started, "we hunt some demons, do some Shadowhunter things." He eyed her, "Could be good for your training too."
She raised one white eyebrow, "There are demons here?"
He rolled his eyes, his lips in a smirk, "Clary, please. In one shape or another, there are demons everywhere."
As soon as they had dried out under the sun, which only took several minutes,(writer does not know how hot it is in Caribbean throughout the year), they trekked into the house, and took weapons from the training room.
Inside the rectangle room, Clary walked near the blades hanging on the support columns that supported the turret that was their training room. Chris, er, Sebastian now, since her as going into demon mode, was tying a weapons belt around his waist, searching for one that would fit Clary, as she looked through what she would like.
She had taken the necessary and obvious needs, a stele and several seraph blades, but the many ornate knives drew her attention unlike before. In particular, a six inch, emerald green blade, with a five inch black hilt, red thread embedded in the hilt, making criss crosses. It was just above her reach, so she couldn't take it in her hands. She might have not noticed it before, but the blade called out to her demon like instincts, the color green satisfying her eyes.
She reached out for it again, standing on her tiptoes, the hilt only mere centimeters from the tips of her fingers, and she willed herself to stretch as far as she could, arching her back as if she could make her spinal column increase a few inches. She didn't want to jump for it, in fear of missing and cutting herself by mistake on the many blades.
Suddenly, another hand appeared in her vision, a pale hand with long fingers, fingers that looked like they were meant to create art. The hand wrapped itself around the black hilt of the blade she was trying to reach, and pulled it off the hooks that held it where it was.
Taking it down, Clary stood normally, suddenly feeling warmth at her back, she would've jumped in surprise, but didn't, and turned around to see Sebastian's chest not two inches from her nose. Tilting her head up, she stared into Sebastian's black, deep eyes, where the knife's point was to his temple.
"Interested in this?" he asked, putting the blade underneath her chin.
Clary, ignoring her pounding heart at the close proximity, brought her hand up and wrapped it around the part of the hilt he wasn't holding.
"Actually, yes." He let go of the hilt, allowing herself to step back and examine it.
"Well, if you want it, you can use it." He said.
Clary smiled a little, already liking the way the knife fit in her small hands. Already imagining all the things she could do with it, because for some reason, she felt like she would never get hurt as long as she had the knife.
"I'll take it." She was about to face him again, when she felt his hands go around her waist as he tightened the weapons belt. She was still wearing the green hoodie, and he was still wearing his black shirt and dark jeans. She pulled the seraph blades from the hoodie pocket, and put them into the belt, as well as her stele, and her new knife. Sebastian handed her a couple more seraph blades, telling her the names of them as he stuffed them in.
He had weapons similar to her, only instead of her emerald knife, he had a long machete strapped to his back. When Clary gave it a look, he answered, "This is for the foliage, I prefer seraph blades when gutting open a demon." His eyes twinkled with a malice that Clary could feel was reflected in her own eyes.
They had to wait though, obviously they did, because demons were more likely to appear in the nighttime, though it meant that Clary had to go through her episode, in which she cringed on the training room floor while Chris held her in his lap again, talking her through it. She felt like she was starting to handle it, but at the same time she wasn't. It was hard to explain, though she could have sworn the pain got worse each day, it was like she was going up a level, like nothing could hurt her unless it was as painful as what she went through. The hour hand was now at a seven, an entire week with her rune had gone by. Meaning five more days were left.
By now, Clary had a feint idea of what the image being tattooed onto her skin by her own black blood was, but the image was strange, like it was a connect the dots picture, only without the dots to show where the lines go, only a few lines here and there. Either way, she wouldn't have any clue as to what it was until it was done.
They were armed and ready. As soon as it was dark, they walked under the starlit night, the sound of ruffling plants around them, though they tried to be as silent as possible. Clary automatically became in tune with her senses, her eyes scanning, her ears picking up sound, her hand close to her weapons belt, ready to whip out a stele or blade if the need came to use it.
It was strange how the night was able to show a whole different part of the world. Growing up, her mother had tried to tell her, that there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of at night, that it was just like the day, just without the sun. It's what parents told their children, and what people try to convince themselves of, but as a Shadowhunter, that was impossible. The night was when creatures from hell revealed themselves, the patterns of the world flipped, showing contrast to all the promises daylight gave.
This is what being a Nephilim is about, Clary thought with a surge of pride, Becoming a warrior in the dark to defend those who can't see it in the day.
Sebastian walked in front of her, all sense on high alert. They didn't do much talking, all communication done by a subtle nod or glance in a direction. He would cut down large branches of leaves with his machete, allowing her to step over the destroyed foliage. Every once in a while he would glance back, just to make sure she was keeping up, but she was never more than two steps behind him.
They walked on like this for about an hour, both of them deep in their concentrated minds, focusing on all that was around them. The island seemed to carry a feint warm breeze that did nothing to cool the sweat that had formed on Clary's forehead, but if she inhaled deeply, she could taste the salt from the sea in the air. Little insects buzzed here and there, but otherwise everything was unnaturally empty.
A little too empty.
Sebastian seemed to hear her thoughts, for he stopped suddenly, causing her to almost walk right into him.
"Man, this place is actually pretty deserted." He said, almost sadly, like he really wanted some action. Clary found it both surprising and natural that she felt the same. She wanted to feel the high of battle, the fact that everything slowed down when you were in action, when a choice you made in a split second can ultimately decide the fate of a fight.
She sighed, making Sebastian look over his shoulder at her, "So what do we do? Keep looking, or go back home?"
Sebastian answered instantly, "Let's keep going."
Clary hid her relieved smile behind a shrug, "If you want."
They continued walking, but the silence this time put a nail in Clary's nerves, so she tried to keep a conversation going, "What type of demons do you think we'll find here?"
Sebastian spoke, not looking back, but Clary could hear a smirk in his voice, "Does it matter, as long as they're strong, and in numbers."
This should have terrified her, but instead, it sent sparks of excitement going through her veins, and she found herself nodding at his words.
"Did you used to do this a lot before?" Clary suddenly asked.
"What?" Sebastian said, looking over her shoulder as he held back a long branch for her to pass by. Ducking under it, she walked into a small circular clearing, only about three feet in diameter. There was a clearing in the tree leaves above as well, leaving the moonlight to be able to come down clearly, and not filtered like amongst the plants. She stood in the center, and faced him.
"Like, before," she made a general gesture to everything around her, "all this happened, before Valentine found Jocelyn, before he started all this," she found it hard to open her mouth again, and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "What would you do in your time?"
Sebastian's eyes were dark, demon dark, but they weren't looking at her, they were looking at his past, at what he had grown up with.
Slowly, as if unsure of how much to tell her, he started, "Clary, I've done a lot of bad things," he stopped, waiting to see if she would say anything, but she only nodded, suspecting as much.
He continued, "Valentine supervised me, watched over as I trained, mostly, mostly, when I was, younger." Clary tried to picture a child version of Sebastian, the small, infant form of the tall, strong being in front of her. She couldn't. "Being what I am, he put me to test many times, having me perform dangerous things. Sometimes purposely bringing out the monster in me," he hesitated, something she'd never seen him do before, "I was alone a lot, something that was not good for me, being alone with yourself in my conditions was not ideal. It gave me a lot of time to think, to give into myself. Valentine, he told me everything, well, not everything, but a lot more than what he would tell most people. He told me all about Jace, his 'golden boy,' and all I would do while he was gone was train. I would train as soon as awoke, I ate, then Valentine would teach me some stuff, then I would train some more. And whenever he was gone, I would train again, on my own."
His gaze went up to the sky, to the half-moon that was hidden behind clouds, "I remember night like this, when I would just walk around an empty field, and kill everything in sight." He closed his eyes.
Clary waited a few seconds, and even though she built up her courage, her voice was still a whisper, "What about you and Valentine, how…..how close were you two?"
Sebastian's eyes opened, glassy, like they no longer saw what was in front of him, "Like I said, we talked, but mostly on our plans," his fists clenched together, "I may have worked with him, but he was cruel, he was my father, but cruel."
Clary's mind went back to a day, when she saw Sebastian's exposed, and scarred back, whip mark after whip mark. Her small fists clenched as well, suddenly hoping that Valentine was burning wherever he was right now. She was about to say so out loud too, but seeing the look on Sebastian's face, she changed topics, one she was particularly curious about.
"How did you learn about me?" She asked, getting his attention, "I mean, Valentine didn't know about me right? Until he looked for Jocelyn."
Sebastian looked her in the eyes, and Clary kept the contact, but soon she felt very uncomfortable, and subtly turned to the side.
"One day, Valentine returned to our house, he said that he had brought back someone important." Clary looked back at him, but he was no longer looking at her, "When I walked into the room, I saw her, Jocelyn, and he explained who she was. I already knew who she was, but I never saw her in person."
Clary wanted to ask if that meant that he'd seen in pictures, maybe Valentine had kept some, and showed them to his son, but preferred to not stray from the subject.
"Then, he told me, that I had a sister, as simple as that, he said it as though he were talking about what we were going to have for breakfast, like it didn't even matter. But I could tell he was angry, at Jocelyn. I didn't stay with Valentine too long after that, I had other things to do, but whenever I had the chance, I would ask about you." He looked at her, almost shyly, like he was embarrassed to admit this, but Sebastian wasn't embarrassed, "I asked what your name was, what you looked like, were you anything like me. I just, I just needed to know, if there was anyone in the world like me."
He stepped towards her, hands twitching, like he wanted to have her right then and there, and Clary didn't know if she'd have the power to stop her if he tried, or if she would have the mindset to do so.
"I wanted someone like me, and now there is." Cupping her cheek, he leaned down to her, closing the distance between there lips.
Snap.
In a second, they sprang apart, hands at their belts, eyes scanning the area around them, searching for movement.
Snap. Snap. The breaking of twigs, very feint, but they had heard it.
Clary looked at their position and internally cursed herself. They were in an uncovered space, where they would be easily spotted. She tried getting Sebastian's attention, but the look in his expression showed her that he wanted this.
Why come for the demon when they could wait for the demon to come to them?
Her vision roamed around, looking for every shadow, when she saw something flicker to her left. Drawing out a seraph blade, she walked towards the shadow, feet light in her step, not making a sound. She could feel Sebastian coming behind her.
Before she could even step out of the clearing, the shadow lunged at them, fangs and claws aiming for her head, as she ducked and rolled out of the way.
Standing up right, at the edge of the clearing, she saw the shadow, which stood in the center of the light, taking up all the space and extending outside of the clearing. It stood on four, muscled legs that looked like a mix of feline claws and bull legs. The body was lean, like a cheetah's, only three times bigger. The head was shaped like a fox, only a forked, barbed tongue slid out from between two fangs the size of Clary's forearm, and snake eyes blinked in their sockets.
It sniffed the air, both with its nose and by flicking its tongue in the air, and focused its serpent like vision on them.
Clary saw it coming before it actually moved, she sidestepped to the left, feeling the disturbed air as the demon soared right by her, and she quickly turned, about to plunge her lit seraph blade into the demons back.
Sensing her, the demon jumped, crashing through plants, and Clary wondered how on earth they hadn't heard it before, such a large thing would be so clumsy in this thick forest of palms and leaves.
Sebastian was right next to her, and she heard him whisper, "Ezekiel," as the blade glowed, and he jumped forward, slashing at the beast so fast that if it weren't for her demon eyes, she wouldn't have caught the movement.
The demon roared, a sound that scraped at her ears, making her want to claw it out of her head, and struck at him, but he dodged it easily. Clary lifted her own glowing seraph blade, joining him, she made three quick swiped at the beast, getting it twice before it lunged at her. She ducked, sliding on the ground, and stabbed the thing from behind.
It was a bad move. Sebastian had been in front of the beast, and the sudden attack from Clary made it jump forward, taking Sebastian in its grip. He fell on his stomach, blade skittering from his grasp, and Clary thought she heard the sound of bones cracking. How strong was this demon?
The demon looked down at him, from where its claws pinned him to the ground, and before she could react, it stuck out its tongue and licked Sebastian's back.
Sebastian groaned. The demon had a barbed tongue, and when Clary turned to see, she saw the demons tongue drip black blood, where it had scraped through his shirt, and through skin.
The demon must have not liked the taste of its own kinds' blood, for it spit the blood onto the ground, obviously not daring to take another try. But Clary's blood was boiling with rage, she picked out two more blades, and lighting both of them up, she rammed the thing through before it even noticed her moving.
As a final touch, she took out her emerald blade, and sank the thing to the hilt into the beasts flank.
Roaring in pain, the demon disappeared, and before it dissolved into demon dust, Clary pulled out the blade.
Kneeling next to Sebastian, er, Chris, she carefully touched his back, which was oozing with blood.
He tried to stand up, against her wishes, but he did.
"How do you feel?" she asked, wincing at her own question. Of course he felt bad.
"Like a two ton demon landed on me," he responded, "I could use an iratze."
"Well, I do make the best of those," she said, trying to lighten up the mood.
She walked behind him, facing his back, and as he straightened out completely, his shirt ripped all the way down, falling off his back and hanging down his chest.
In the bright moonlight, Clary could see all of his scars, each and every individual whip mark as it rose on his skin. The new wound, was a scrape, skin hung at the edges , clinging by sheer will. Thick drops of black ran down his back, dripping onto the ground. Clary placed one hand on his shoulder, to steady herself, and the other propped and ready with a stele. She drew the iratze on his right shoulder, feeling him suppress a sigh as it quickly worked through his body. Already she could see the edges of his wounds closing up, and the sealing itself, and Clary stood for a few minutes, hand still on his shoulder, while Chris shuddered as the rune worked its wonders.
Soon, the wound was a small, unnoticeable line, and then faded into nonexistence. Clary pulled her green hoodie over her hands, and wiped the black blood that was still on his back with the sleeve.
Chris, feeling the wound was closed, turned around to face her, tearing off the remainder of the cloth that hung uselessly on his arms.
"Thanks," he said, "I'm sorry you had to see that." His eyes softened as he mentioned his scars.
Clary felt a pinprick of rage, at the person who caused the scars, Clary shook her head, "Don't feel sorry."
Chris tried his best, suddenly aware of the fact that his back was exposed, to block her view from it.
Suddenly, before she could change her mind, Clary put her hands at the edge of the hoodie she was wearing, and pulled it up and off of her. If Chris had to reveal what he didn't want to be seen, then she was no exception.
Chris was confused at her first but then his eyes widened at her. She was wearing a two piece swimsuit, it was blue and green, the bottom part was shaped like panties, and had one blue bow at the sides at her hips. The top was frilly, hiding her lack of chest, but suited her nicely. Most of her was bare, and Clary had to fight the blush that was about to take over her face, because really, swimsuits are like bras and panties, only waterproof.
She raised her voice, "Chris, turn around."
"Clary I said that I don't-"
"You choose now to become a shy demon? I don't think so," she interrupted him, "turn around, I mean it."
Giving her a long look, he slowly turned his back to her. The moonlight hit it at just an angle, one that caused shadows from the raised scars to run jaggedly across his skin, making it look like he had gaping black long cracks around him. It was a maze of interlocking skin, and Clary found herself tempted to touch the maze. Tracing a line of whip mark, she trailed her index finger along his back.
Her touch surprised him at first, he had recoiled at her the contact of her hand on him, but as she soothingly continued, he relaxed, releasing a sigh as she stood there, under the moonlight, gazing at his unique back.
A lot of girls would think that they were imperfections, that they ruined him. They would laugh at him, become revolted by his back, but she thought it was what made him, him. It should what he had overcame, and Clary felt a strange warmth flow through her heart, as she realized that many people would come to see Chris the way she saw him.
"I know, it's hideous, I disserved many of these scars, but I'm not ashamed of it Cla-"he started, as if he thought that she was judging him, pitying him.
She didn't let him finish again, "One day, you're going to let me draw you, understood?"
"Draw me?" he asked, perplexed.
"Mhm," she nodded, her eyes glued to his back, trailing the scars now on his lower back, close to his arch. She spoke out of all honesty, "I don't think this is hideous, it beautiful, all on its own. And anyone who can't see that is stupid."
Clary wasn't finished tracing the scars yet, when he abruptly turned around, and she only caught a glimpse of his heated eyes, full of lust, when she felt his lips come down on hers.
He placed one hand cradling her jaw, fingers digging into her hair, grabbing the back of her hair, the other hand was pushing her back, pressing her to him. His warm hand in her bare skin, and Clary at first was frozen, her eyes automatically having closed, and she stood paralyzed. But then the demon within her unleashed itself, taking over her frozen mind and tearing down any wall she had that prevented her from doing just this.
She responded to him, moving her hands up and around his neck, pressing closer to him, and she felt him gasp against her lips, as he rushed on, using more force, hard enough that it would have hurt her, but it didn't. He held her even closer, practically picking her up, grabbing her by the thighs and lifting her up, and she complied by wrapping her pale legs around his waist. He was kissing her neck now, nuzzling it, she placed her face in the crook of his neck, feeling all sorts of electricity going through her veins.
Everything just felt so right. In the midst of this, she remembered Sebastian saying that they were one and the same, and she remembered that she had rejected him, saying that it was impossible.
She saw how wrong she had been, how they were practically meant to be, her demon side urging her forward.
More, more, it begged,
No, a small whisper pleaded at the back of her mind, making the demon groan, Stop this! Stop!
Just a little more! Go away, let this be, let it happen! The demon roared.
The small whisper grew stronger, as if it took a step forward, No, get out, go back to where you were.
Let me be! This is what is supposed to happen! The demon argued.
You're nothing more but a pest that has infiltrated my mind, now get out of my space you damned filthy creature! The whisper was no longer so quiet, and the demon searched for the shadows to see where it was coming from.
You think you can win a fight against me? The demon growled.
But before any mental war could occur, Chris pulled back, and asked a question that silenced both voices, and the demon temporarily retreated. For now.
"Clary, do you miss your home, your family, your friends?" he looked at her in the eyes, though his eyes were still glassy and kept trying to roam her body.
It caught her off guard, and she stuttered in answering, "I try not to think about it, but if I were to, then," she looked over his shoulder, and slowly began pulling away from him, putting her feet on the ground, building back the walls the demon tore down.
"Yes, if only a little, but yes," looking at her feet, "I do miss my family."
Chris stared at her, she could feel his gaze on her while hers was glued onto the ground, afraid of what she would find if she looked up, slightly jarred at the sudden changes of atmosphere around them.
If Clary didn't think he could continue to surprise her, she was wrong. In a clear voice, with absolutely no hesitation, he said, "If you want, I could get a message sent to them, telling them how you're doing, that you're okay, you could even write it if you want. I won't read it."
Clary' eyes snapped up, incredulous, she stared with wide eyes, "You'd, you'd do that? Really? You trust me?" To write a letter to her family, to the Institute, and he wouldn't read it, it sounded unreal. But he said it with unwavering eyes.
"Well, of course, I'd feel wary of what you write, but I think I can trust you to not write anything too, revealing." He looked at her, his expression going deep, "but if it makes you happy, and more at peace, then I'll do it."
Clary felt burning coming from behind her eyes, and she didn't realize until Chris had wiped at her cheek with a finger that she was crying, tears running down her face and splashing onto the ground.
Wiping at her face, she muttered, "sorry, I don't want to cry."
Placing his arm across her shoulder, he pulled her to his side, and stroked her cheek, cleaning more tears, "it's okay, you can cry."
She sniffed, "Damnit, I hate crying."
Chris suddenly swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. They started walking back home, and Clary realized that she was very tired.
"Sleep," he whispered, "I'll carry you all the way home."
She tried to stay awake as long as possible, but her heavy eyelids betrayed her, and the last conscious thought she could remember, was that it felt so warm, so nice, when you could rely on someone else to carry you through things.
Lacie: DISENGAGE LAZY MODE
Chris: Thank you, for a second I thought I'd have to do this too.
Clary: Oh no, if we did that this whole thing would crumple to the ground.
Chris: It would be a beautiful crumbling.
Clary: My crumbling would be much more interesting and entertaining.
Lacie: Let's not talk about my work crumbling to the ground, shall we?
Clary & Chris: k
Lacie: So, what did you guys think? How about some happy comments on the fact that I reviewed in less than a week?
Chris: I KISSED CLARY
Clary: demon, white haired clary did that. Red head clary has nothing to do with this
Chris: You just don't want to admit that you liked it ;P
Clary: yes, because I adore the taste of nasty demon on my tongue
Chris: CLARY LIKES MY SCARS
Clary: Demon Clary does!
Lacie: Anyway guys, thanks for reading, now go ahead and click that beautilovely button that says 'Review' say something, reviewy, and I'll get back to you guys with a nice new chapter soon!
Clary: Hopefully
Chris: Maybe
Lacie: yeah….. BYE!