City of heavenly fire FANFICTION

A Series Of Events

 

9. Consequences of separation of two gays

Twiddling his thumbs, Jace decided to go over to Magnus's. He had had enough, seeing his brother and parabatai  in such turmoil over a guy...

Grabbing his favourite jacket and lacing up his boots, he walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, he glanced back. Seeing nothing but a patch of fiery red on the bed, he walked towards it. Leaning down, he pushed aside the cloth that covered his fiancé's face and planted a kiss on her forehead.

It had been a long day, what with searching for clues and a way to track the white-haired 17 - year-old murderer. Jace couldn't blame Clary for falling asleep the moment her head touched the soft pillow. He would have liked to do the same, but his mind was way too restless to sleep.

Which is why, he decided to go on his side "mission".

Soon enough, Jace found himself in front of Magnus's front door. Without bothering to knock, he burst in.

And was shocked to the core.

For there, standing in silence next to the High Warlock of Brooklyn, was Brother Zachariah.

"I.. umm.. what?" Jace stuttered.

"Now you've done it." sighed Magnus " Why are you here, Herondale?"

Jace wasn't sure, but when Magnus said his last name, Brother Zachariah swayed slightly. As if the his last name was more of an endearment that had been long forgotten or a painful memory. Jace wasn't absolute about which he wanted it to be.

"I'm here,  so that you and Alec can stop acting like  foolhardy grandmothers and just get back together!"

"I'm perfectly fine without the Lightwood, my child."

Jace looked around the house. Cardboad takeout boxes strewn all over the place, used shirts and what nots littering the space.

"Yeah, it's just peachy. " he muttered sarcastically.

" Sarcasm's not appreciated in this part of town ."

" You mean. your home...."

" Well, yes, but it does'nt sound as dramatic."

Jace didnt bother to find a reply. He figured his eye-rolling would do the trick.

" Please don't! Please don't do this-" he was cut off abruptly.

"Well" said the blonde girl in pigtails and a flowing gown," that was a waste! Well no problems, problems,problems. If he does'nt know where the gateway is, someone else will. It's just a trial and error method, method, method....."

"But my queen," ventured a wary observer" If we kill these Shadowhunters so ruthlessly, surely someone will notice? Not to mention, we are breaking the Clave as it is..."

Maureen turned, a slight smile at the corners of her lips. " My dear lieutenant, we have nothing to fear! We are children of the Night and it is our duty, our right to hve a morsel of these measly humans. Of course, since we are doing this for a just cause, it is even more pleasurable. Lord Sebastian will be pleased, pleaed, pleased ."

A casual observer would be astounded at the vocabulary of this 14 year old. But the truth was. her Turning had done more than curse her with a life of blood and darkness, it had given her the personality and thought pattern of an average vampire, which was around 200 years or so .

Of course, she still had that tiny sense of wanting to look pretty in a tiara and to be with her prince charming on his white horse. 

And it is this impulse that helped save our world as it is .

Simon woke up to the feeling of thirst. Horrible, yet crucial .

At first, he had no idea of where he was and how he had reached this place, but he didn't exactly mind it at first.

With a large four poster bed with feather mattress and silk sheets. he felt well rested . Of course, this was excluding his inhuman want and need for the liquid that runs in our body.

The room was dark, and though it was spacious, he could'nt help feeling caged.

Which was weird, considering the fact that he had never been particularly claustrophobic . Of course, if he had looked over to the side, and laid eyes upon the dressing table, he would have realised sooner that he was in deep trouble.

Unfortunately, it was only until after the door opened so softly that even his enhanced vampire senses could not catch it, and a silent frame entered the room, careful to close the door behind it just as softly, and spoke in a familiar but not entirely welcome voice, " So, Daylighter. Want an explanation for why you are here along with some fresh blood, or do you wish to fall unconscious due to starvation?"

Seeing Raphael was startling enough, but looking over to the table was what actually made him fall unconscious.

For there, lying on the table, encased in protective casing, was a hand .