The blond devil- a 'SHADOWHUNTERS' fan fiction

Eleven

Clary was currently drawing a pentagram, so we can summon a demon. Smart, right?

Anyway, I'm sitting in the room next to where everyone else is. I need to clear my head.

I sat at Magnus' piano, my fingers moving gracefully, yet, forcefully over the keys, letting all the stress and anger flow out of me, into the music.

"Jeez, you play that like you lost your one true love" I look up at the sound of Clary's voice and see that she had walked in with jace.
"Alas, her one true love remains herself" jace joked, as that's what I would always tell izzy when she asked if I liked anyone.
Jace sat next to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder, sending sparks down my spine, whilst clary leaned on the back of the piano.

"Well, at least she doesn't worry about rejection" Isabelle joined us in the room.

"Not necessarily, I turn myself down Occasionally, just to keep things interesting" I played along, as everyone laughed.
"So, is the pentagram done, little red?" I asked.
"Yeah, come on. Let's go summon a demon"
"Cool. Always wanted to Summon a demon that could kill me. Whoopee!" I mocked excitement

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I sat on the wooden coffee table as I watched jace, Alec, izzy, clary and Magnus joined hands. Magnus was chanting in some language I didn't know.

"The necklace! It's pulsing!" Izzy yelled out over the roar of the wind. Magnus had given it to her, stating that it would look silly on Alec and that he was pretty sure that I was more of a belly button piercing kind of girl. He wasn't wrong.

Suddenly a huge black cloud started to form in the pentagram, I stood up, grabbing my seraph blade, from its holster on my back, out of instinct.
"Valak (a/n sorry if the name is wrong) is among us! We must not brake the bond"
The rest nodded.
"The time has come! He wants payment!"
"Well? What does it want?" Jace's voice being almost ripped from his throat from the whirlwind that came from the demon.

"A memory of the one you love the most"
One by one, a memory was taken.
Clarys was of her mother.

Izzy's was of her and I. We were sixteen, we had snuck out of the institute to go to a downworld party.

Jace's was of him and I, sparing.
Jace took one last look at the memory, and smiled. As did I.

Then came alec. It was of jace. Smiling. Really smiling. Not smirking. Smiling.

Then Alec freaked out.
"No! It's not true! The demon tricked me!" He started to pull away.
There was a mix of "it's alright Alec" and "don't let go" from the others, while I stood frozen, a paralyzing panic zipping through my body, turning my blood cold.

Then, Alec broke the bond. Everyone was thrown. I hit the couch and My blade was ripped from my grasp. The demon went to move closer to Alec and I saw the look on Jace's face. He was gonna push alec out of the way.

Before everyone started moving, I grabbed the first thing my hand found off the table, and chucked it at the demon, taking its attention to me.

"Come and get me, death breath!" I screamed, grabbing a dagger from my leg, half standing half crouching, ready for it to advance. And advance it did.

As it moved towards me, so did jace.

As jace got near I turned towards him and shoved him as hard as I could, before trying to turn Back and brace myself. But I wasn't fast enough and I knew that with out a seraph blade I was dead.

From the force I pushed him with, Jace ended up flying back six feet, until he hit the wall, and he scrambled back to his feet.

That's when I felt the unbearable pain of the demons grasp. It's hand, made of smoke, lifted me off my feet.

I went limp from the screaming pain. I could feel the life draining out of me. I heard Clary's panicked shrieks and Jace shouting my name. I could smell the awful stench of demon. And I felt a hand grab my arm. Alec. I could see him. He was calling for the others to help him.

But worst of all was izzy. She let out a heartbreaking, ear shattering scream. From two things. She could feel my pain, the pain of my death, she could feel the bond that connected us as parabatai being slowly cut, as i fought to stay alive. And she screamed at the fact that I was good as dead, and the fact that she couldn't do anything.

A second blood curtailing scream rang through the room, and I realized it was me. I was numb. The pain finally became to much and I passed out.

"Stop! Valentine, please!" The voice that I now knew as my real fathers was the first thing I heard.

I was now standing in the house that I had seen in my mind before.

"Valentine please. They have done nothing wrong. Please, don't hurt them. I won't say anything. Please. You already took my wife" he sobbed.

The sound of a crying baby started.

"Oh, silly Michael. I won't kill you or your children. You see, I need little Raziel, here, don't i princess?"

I was seeing everything that was going on. A second man, Valentine, I guess, was standing in the living room of the house, along with three of his men.
Cradled in his arms, was the baby girl. The baby that was me.

Two of his men had the father, my father, on his knees a blade to his throat.
The last held the baby boy. Baby jace; screaming baby jace, legs kicking arms flailing.

Valentine smiled a evil smile. And looked down at the baby in his arms.

"Let's go, little Raziel" he said to the baby "my little princess"

"Bex! Bexley wake up! Raz, come back to us!" It was Jace's voice, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make a noise.

"Is she gonna be okay?" That was Clary.
"I don't know. Does she usually lay on the ground, not moving, like that?" Magnus' voice ring out.

"Bex! Come on. Wake up" izzy's voice was cracking.
"Raz. Raz, breath, wake up, come on. Don't leave us" jace was on the verge of tears.

"Razie, wake up" his voice cracked now too.
I finally found it in me. I sat bolt up, coughing and sputtering.
I was coughing up some kind of black goo. Gross.

"By the Angel, Raz. I thought you were gone, I thought I lost you. I thought we lost you" he now had my shuttering body in his arms, holding me tightly against his own.

"I'm-" I was cut off by coughing up more goo. "I'm okay"

"Your heart stopped, Bexley" Isabelle had tears streaming down her face "you died, Bexley. You- you were gone. I- I felt- I felt it. I felt the life- leave you" I was, at some point moved into izzy's arms, she was stuttering and sobbing.

"I'm okay, now. I'm alive. I'm here. We're okay. We're okay" I was some how comforting her, now, but tears were running down my face too.

After about ten minutes of this, we got up and left. Going home.

But that didn't fix the fact that I was now coughing up and sneezing that black goo.

And the fact that my pulse wasn't right.
It was almost dead one moment, nearly stopped. Then the next it was beating ten times as fast as it should. Ands it's painful.

What ever is happening to me will kill me if I don't stop it.

But the only problem is I don't know how to stop it.