One last kiss | malec x oc

Chapter 1

01 x 01: the mortal cup

A/N: each episode will go over multiple chapters, especially the first few as i want to introduce stiorra's personality as much as possible so we can get onto her discovery of herself!

Sitting in the living room, Stiorra Fray sat, idly waiting for her twin to get home. Clary Fray was everything you would expect from a newly turned 18-year-old: she was looking for collages to get into, hanging out with her best friends, going about life with no cares in the world. She was a free spirit.

Well at least that's what everyone thought. In reality, she was jealous of her twin. She was older by 4 hours, so her birthday was the day before hers, she was popular amongst all the boys, she had top grades in every class, and she knew how to defend herself in almost any situation from the countless martial arts classes she took.

Stiorra and Clary were never too close to each other. It's always been like that. If a stranger were to look at them together, they would just think they were friends, not sisters. For starters, Clary had ginger waves flowing down towards her midback, just like their mom, whereas Stiorra had silky, straight running down to her waistline in a pitch black. This wasn't the only thing that separated the two girls either; they looked nowhere near related to the point where Stiorra was skeptical about being related to the Fray's.

The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor broke her out of her daydream.

"Mom!" she heard her sister call, "You did it, yayyy!" she heard her mom squeal to the red head, making her roll her eyes. To Stiorra, the fact Clary had finally gotten into the art college she wanted was unimportant, so she didn't bother congratulating her, not wanting to raise her ego any higher. It was already sky high, to the point she was oblivious to anything that didn't concern her.

Jocelyn reached into the bag she was holding and held two boxes towards the girls, "Happy birthday," she said softly. The Fray girls opened the boxes and saw a paperweight looking object with a clear nib on the end. "It's called a stele" Jocelyn answered the question that was lingering in the air. "What is it?" Clary asked, "like, a paperweight?" she continued. Although Stiorra had this idea before, she knew it was something different, something more important than a paperweight. She had come to this conclusion because she had recently been getting dreams of people with oddly shaped tattoos all over them fighting some odd creatures and this object appeared quite frequently but, oddly enough, she didn't feel scared. If anything, it made her feel comforted. Like this new world she had in her dreams was real and it where she belonged.

"No," their mother said humorously, "it's much more than that. It's very ancient. I want you both to have them, It's a family heirloom." Staying silent, Stiorra smiled softly and lifted the 'stele' to her eyes to get a closer look at it and say the same marks that were on the people in her dreams on it. "We Frays have heirlooms?" Clary asked, chuckling, not believing that a family like theirs would have much legacy. "A few." Jocelyn responded.

"You know, it's weird. I doodled something that looked like this this morning." Clary said, pointing at one of the odd marks on the object, making the other two women in the room look at her, one in confusion and the other in concern. "I must have seen this around the house somewhere."

"Girls, I need to te—" she was cut off by Clary's phone. "Simon. He's on his way over." Clary said as she stood up.

"But we need to talk." Jocelyn said, sounding desperate. "I can't. I gotta go change. You too Stiorra, you're coming too. We're going to see Champagne Enema tonight." Clary told her mother. Stiorra just rolled her eyes, telling her she isn't without speaking. "What?" Jocelyn asked, confused. "Yeah, I know, It's the new band name. But Simon and Maureen are taking us out after.

Stiorra zoned out for the rest of the conversation, going through flashes of memories of the dreams she's had. The tattoos covering their bodies were very similar to the markings on the stele.

"Stiorra! Come on we need to get ready. I dont want to keep Simon ready." Clary's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "I'm not going. If this conversation is really that important maybe we should listen now." Stiorra spoke for the first time that morning, "At least I'm staying. I'll meet you all at the pandemonium later, no offense to Simon and Maureen but I really cant be bothered listening to them singing. You go." She continued, making it clear she didn't want to go. "Fine." Huffed Clary, before she stormed out of the room.

A/N 2: I know this chapter isn't as long as I'd hoped it's been but this is really just a taster to see if anyone enjoys it.

(780 words)