Hi guys... I am so sorry for not updating this fanfic. I have some selfesteem essues... so I am a little nervous about posting my work.

ALSO: Thank you to Guest for making me get my sh*t together and finish this chapter.

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Jace POV.

Jace bolted for the toilet stall he could now feel the redhead behind. Even if he couldn't feel her, he would have heard he sobbing coming in masses. He knew she could hear his footsteps, so he wouldn't be able to surprise her. Not that he wanted to.

Jace cleared his throat.

"Hey, are you okay?" He slowly asked, as if she was a wild animal, able to run away at any given moment. Her sobs slowly stopped, and I heard a small "no" coming from within the booth. Her voice was angelic. She had a beautiful voice, like none he had ever heard.

"What's wrong then? You should price yourself lucky to have such a beautiful Soulmate, like me." Sarcasm. The way to go. It had to be, he thought. But he was wrong.

He heard the rustle of clothes. She must have taken her shirt off to examine the rune, that was now residing on her chest forever.

The bathroom stall door opened swiftly, too quick for him to register if he hadn't been an angel, he would have been forced into the wall, by the door.

A red flash, came again.

Green eyes stared into golden ones. "Leave me alone" came the small voice from the redhead in front of him.

"Why?" He asked daring, not seeing, what was wrong, white wings spread from her back, so she couldn't be a demon. What could possibly be wrong.

"Leave me alone." This time he saw, the owner of the green eyes, mouth move. Her voice came out stronger, than before, but it still didn't convince Jace, to stop bothering her. Something, he didn't know, was dragging him towards her.

As the girl felt he wasn't going to let go, her eyes filled with fear and rage. "Leave. Me. ALONE." She screamed, but as she screamed, a wave of power hit Jace, throwing him backwards, hitting his head…

-O.o.O-

Clary POV.

Clary looked at the unconscious boy infront of her. Tears welled up her only just dry eyes, as she realized this was her fault.

The boy was the picture of an angel. He had the golden hair, which was even more vibrant up close. His eyes were gold flames, but the flames had died down when she knocked him back. She used the time she had to admire him, even though all the trouble he had caused to her, pretty much perfe... Who is she kidding. Her life wasn't perfect. It had never been. But He caused more chaos than she needed.

She knew his black-haired friend would come looking for him, at some point, so she left him lying in the toilet, looking drunk and passed out. She bolted out the club, spread her wings, dark as always in the night, and flew home. Just as she set off, she wondered if fate had any more cruel twist to her life, and if she would ever see her golden angel again.

-O.o.O-

Clary woke up the next morning, feeling sick. She swallowed down the nausea, but ended up sprinting to her toilet, puking. Her body contorted and she couldn't handle it. She heaved through hurting lungs, before she felt well enough to move to a cabinet above the sink. She opened it, and found the painkillers and took one or two of them before falling to the ground.

She gasped as she felt all the pain and nausea disappear, expect for one place. Her chest. The pain kept burning, and without removing it she knew why her morning had been so bad.

Her soulmate bond, craved more.

She let out a deep sigh, walking out of the bathroom on unsteady legs.

Clary walked to her dresser, picking a deep red dress that went to midthigh, and hung loose, a pair of high black boots, with red accents, and a couple pieces of jewelry. The jewelry was made of rubies, formed into small circles.

She took her clothes, changed, and looked in the mirror. The red dress made her hair more vibrant. She looked like the devil's daughter (which she was), but she also looked like a queen of blood. Perfect, she thought. It was then she noticed…

Her wings were white.

She nearly screamed, but held it in, as she knew the consequences. People would ask if she screamed. But why were her wings white? They had always been black, and never had she seen even a streak of white in her wings.

Clary began panicking, her eyes stinging. She would not cry. She was still the princess of demons, and demons did not cry.

Clary splashed cold water in her face, hoping to calm down. She hoped her parents could not see her wings. They would kill her. Clary swallowed her fear, pulling herself together.

She hurried downstairs, trying to act normal, but every time she saw white in the edge of her vision, she panicked slightly inside. She stopped outside the door to the dining room, taking a deep breath. You can do this, a small voice said in Clarys head. Whose voice was that? Oh, wait… It was that's angel boy's voice. Clary shook her head. Don't think about him now.

Clary pushed the doors open.

-O.o.O-

Jace POV

Jaces head hurt.

That was the only thing Jace could feel.

Everything was black.

Minutes, hours, days… Time went by…

And slowly, slowly, Jace opened his eyes.

It felt like peeling skin, as Jaces opened his eyes, and they focused on the white ceiling of his room.

Wait, his room?

Jace bolted up, confused by his surroundings. Last Jace remembers, he was at the pandemonium club, with that redhead… Oh angel, that redhead. She was so pretty… Jace grunted at the thought of her. But how did he end up in his room?

"Thank the angel! You are awake." A voice said from the corner of the room. Jace looked up. Alec sat in a rundown chair starring at him.

"What even happened?" Jace carefully asked. Alec Looked strangely at him. "You don't remember?"

Jace lifted an eyebrow. "No…?"

Alec sighed. "You left for the toilet, and never really came back. I went to look for you, and found you unconscious. The toilets were nearly summing with demonic energi."

Jace sat up. "Wait you said demonic energy?"

"Yeah, I did…"

Jace knew nothing. Though he knew one thing.

Something was very weird about his soulmate…

SO THIS IS IT! sorry if it is a bit short, but i tried to get something up. PLEASE REVIEW! REVIEW MAKES ME GET ME UP FROM BED; TO WRITE THIS STORY!