Clarissa 'Clary' Cullen was killed on December 14th 1977 after being brutally attacked and beaten to death. Until a creature found her and changed her into something that she thought only existed in books. She was later found by Carlisle and Esme Cu...
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I'm bulletproof nothing to lose fire
away, fire away
Ricochet you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
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The next morning went by quicker than a flash. Clary trodded down the stairs quietly, since both Charlie and Bella were still asleep. She quietly made her way into the kitchen, smiling to herself when she looked around for the ingredients. It was only fair as they both allowed her to stay overnight. The least she could do was make them breakfast.
Back when Clary was still human, she enjoyed cooking and baking. Most teenagers or other people would be annoyed to do chores and try everything to get out of it. Her on the other hand was quite thrilled with it. Cooking was something that she rarely did, considering she didn't eat human food anymore. Much like reading, it was her euphoria. She loved experimenting with different types of ingredients. It was fascinating to see what foods went together or what combinations they create.
She took the pan out of the cupboard and set it on the stove, waiting for it to heat up. She put cooking oil in the pan, before softly cracking four eggs into the pan and watch them fry up very lightly. She already set the cooked ones onto another plate.
She put four rounds of bread in the toaster and flipped the button down as sh watched it burn the doughy texture. She grinned to herself when she heard the patter of feet trickle down the stairs.
"Something smells good in here?"
She briskly spun around when she heard a rough voice and noticed Bella's father trodding down the steps, rubbing his eyes.
"Morning," she greeted and rubbed her neck nervously.
"I hope you don't mind, I figured I'd cook you both something as a thank you for letting me stay over."
