A Mortal Instrument Fanfic

The Death Of a Beloved One.

Clary was standing at the window in a short white sundress. She was looking at the moon and at the windowsill was her own Morgenstern dagger. A couple of weeks ago she had successfully sent a letter to New York institute to tell them her plan. Brandon and Jake had told her about the world. How Jonathan had destroyed many shadow hunters, made two wars in Idris and killed a lot of downworlder. She had told them she was going to kill him. Clary let her hand caress her big seven months pregnant stomach and waited for Jonathan. He had told her she wanted her tonight. This was her time to kill him.
She sank down in a rocking chair and thought about her baby girl. How she hoped she would have a different childhood than Christopher had. But maybe he could be turned back. They could be a happy family at the heart of the New York institute

Jonathan walked in to her bedroom. He looked tired. Some experiments that had failed. He stroke his fingers over her cheek and kissed her shoulder up towards her neck. She shivered at his touch. She didn´t like him to touch her after the last couple of years of abuse and raping. She wanted to know Christopher was safe. He stood her up and lifted her to the windowsill. He kissed her hard and demanding and Clary knew the only Chans to do this was to play along so she did. She kissed his jaw, his neck and stomach for every button she opened. She threw his shirt at the floor while he stood between her legs. He kissed her neck and she tilted herself backward towards the window. Jonathan had closed his eyes and was moaning into her neck. She had found the handle of her Morgenstern dagger and threw it right into his chest. The blood was purling outside th wound and Jonathans eyes flew open.

“Wh-what. Have. You.Done?” He gasped

“It was the only way…” she whispered as she sunk down to her knees while he had fallen to the floor. Her white dress was now stained with blood. Silent tears and sobs was rocking her body as she saw the light leave her husband and brother´s eyes. She was so occupied whit Jonathans black eyes and silvery hair she didn´t hear the door open and her eight year old son come inside.

Clary let go of Jonathan and was now standing up and walked toward the door. When she looked up she met her son´s eyes at the door. Black and full of hatred

“What did you do to him!” he yelled at her

“Christopher…” she tried to reason with him but he pulled out his Morgenstern sword and pointed it to her. She was now unarmed and actually scared. The tip of his sword ran across her belly and leaved a bleeding wound. Clary´s thoughts was immediately towards her unborn child. Her daughter. Clary slowly backed away only to have Christopher following her. He cut her arm, and her cheek, her right leg while she was trying to protect her stomach. Suddenly she fell only to land flat on her back with another body besides her. She found Jonathans steele and grabbed it fast and pulled out the dagger from his chest. Christopher was now standing over her and he threw his dagger right into the stomach as fast as she had threw her dagger in his chest. She saw with scared and sad eyes hos her baby fell to the floor while the blood was gushing out. Clary pulled the dagger out and dragged her to her son while the pain in her body and soul only increased by the second.

She clutched Christopher´s body in her lap only to see his black eyes become the green of a forest to slowly closed with a last few word “I love you mommy”. She began to cry. She took out her brother´s steele and draw a portal. With a difficulty she stand up. Still with Christopher in her arms. Her body was covered in blood; hers, Jonathans and Christopher’s. Her belly was bleeding in a dangerous speed and she was beginning to feel dizzy. She walked through the portal and was soon at a hard marvel floor.

She clutched Christopher to her chest while mumbling “I´m sorry” “I love you” and “please forgive me” over and over again. She didn´t know where she was. She really didn´t care. She had killed her son. Her baby was dead because of her.