Fragile Wings

by CupcakeQueen1066

Clarissa only used to have nightmares. That's alright when your child hood was ripped apart. Isn't it? It was, until Clary's night-terrors happened at odd times. Are they night-terrors? Who's her actual father? Can love overcome darkness again or will it finaly crumble as the odds stacked against them. Can good still overcome dangerous secrets? Can clary come out of this alive...?

4. The Knock On The Door- Jace

Jace's POV

'Why do I have to answer the door again? It's really un fair!' I complained to my foster mother Maryse.
'Jace, you do it so the late comers don't feel like the worlds against them! Also I have a counselling setion to get to. Again.' Rolling her eyes, she sauntered out of the room.

That was two hours ago. Now looking out of the window of my room I saw a black Land Rover rolling into the pebble courtyard, and befor it stopped I saw a reckless guy with a cap, jeans, combat boots and an AC/DC t-shirt on jump out of the car and go round the back to get out a small bag.

It was when she turned round I saw bright red curls of crimson fire on a ponytail in the back of the cap. That's one tomboyish person, I thought to myself sighing. This was going to be fun. I grinned as I headed to the giant curing staircase leading to the front door.

Rushing down the stairs I heard the front door thud under the weight of a fist. I answered as my usual charismatic self.

Lets put it this way, the red-head was stunning, in only a way someone who doesn't know they are beautiful can pull off. I turned in the charm.