Valentine's Day: Reactions

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The Days Valentine Never Celebrated

Valentine’s Day: Reactions

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Currently at the Institute

     Clary had stepped outside for the moment on February 15th, going to get the mail from the day before. She personally didn’t care for Valentine’s Day for two reasons:

(1)She’s never had a boyfriend to enjoy it with. After too many Valentine’s Days alone, she started to kinda hate the thing.

(2)The whole day, she recently discovered, shared the same name with her crazy, psychotic, psychopath that infused everybody with some kind of blood.

Sorry, but not her thought of romantic.

But now that Clary did have a boyfriend, Valentine’s Day was kinda awesome. Jace had let her take the entire week off of training, which was a huge relief for her. And for every hour she was supposed to be training, they were doing what interested them at the time. Which did include romantic picnics, movies all cuddled up on her couch, and lots, and she meant lots, of kissing.

            Thumbing through the letters as she glanced through the post, her gaze caught and lingered on a bundle of notes. All of which were signed in large fluent letters and pressed closed with a glossy wax seal. Valentine Morgenstern was scribed across the letters in a very fancy script, and each having a little hand drawn evil cat face (which looks like this }:3) on each of them. Clary blanched at the sight of them, growing pale as she dropped the other parts of the mail around her, running inside, “Jace!” she called, voice getting a high pitch at her nervousness.

            Jace bounded down the hallways, racing over to her with Isabelle and Alec hot on his heels. He wrapped his arms around her, scooping her close to his chest, “What’s the matter, Clary? What happened?” He stroked her hair, his British voice thrumming through his chest.

            Feeling better, she pressed a tiny kiss on Jace’s chin before handing him the letter. Jace’s face fell slack, looking back at Clary. “Is this some sick joke?”

            She shrugged, pulling away and hugging herself, “I don’t know. The letters were in the mail, and I-I just pulled them out.”

            He held out a letter towards her, hands shaking, “There’s one for each of us. This one is addressed to you.”

            Gulping, Clary gently tore the letter open, pulling out the thin parchment inside. She began to read, eyes wide and quivering, but with each sentence, her mouth dropped more and more. Slowly she looked up to meet Jace’s worried gaze.

            “What is it?” he asked. “Did he threaten you? Clary speak to me.”

            Without a word, she just shook her head and handed him the note. After he read it, he looked back at her, and they shared identical looks of anger and mortification. “By the Angel… Did… Did he really just use a hashtag?”

            Clary nodded grimly, “And then he added it to Morningstarkillz…”

            “He says that he wants to,” he gulped down a lump of dread that had formed in his throat. “He wants to try that incest thing with you…”

            She shook her head and stared down at her feet, having never felt so mortified before. “… What does yours say?”

            Jace literally ripped his open angrily, yanking the contents out. He growled as he read it, eyes flitting between lines. By the end his face was so red you could practically see the smoke lifting off of him. He grunted, ripping the letter apart. “Oh that little-“

            (Please excuse this interruption. The exclamation of Jace Wayland cannot be shown at this time due to inappropriate languages, inappropriate gestures of the hands, body or hair, and numerous sexual innuendos.)

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(Currently In Sebastian’s Lair)

            Sebastian Verlac sat in a dark and misty lair, the room as black as his eyes and his hair was pale in contrast against the dark. He lifted his head as he heard a ripple through the room, a schick sound that went through the darkness, which made him grab for a candle and light the wick.

            On the desk was a yellow envelope with a glistening red waxy Morgenstern symbol on it. Sebastian released a sigh. “Oh what now?”  He played with the letter, slicing it open with a hunting dagger. Without enthusiasm, he read the note.

            All of the color in his pigments drained at the words, the power of his father rendering him, the almighty Sebastian Verlac, speechless.

            He put his hands on his head, wiping off his face, sighing a little at the foolishness, “What is this? Some sort of sadistic joke, most likely. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

            With no remorse in his black eyes, he placed the note over the open flame of a candle, watching the yellowed parchment burst to slow flames. He watched the fire with vague interest, “When he dies, I shall experience joy for the first time.”

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(Currently At Luke’s Warehouse)

            Luke sat at a table, trembling as he looked upon the notes. “Jocelyn,” he called gently.

            He pushed up his sleeves, running a hand though his wavy hair after he fixed his glasses. Jocelyn came up behind her husband, wrapping her arms loosely around him from behind to bend over and kiss his forehead. She groomed his hair back, “Yes, what is it darling?”

            Jocelyn expected a long and drawn out explanation about Luke’s grief, she knew because she’d come to love the man, yet words never slipped from the werewolf’s mouth. All he did, was simply hold up the letter.

            Confused, and unknowingly, Jocelyn read the note.

            With absolutely no emotion as her eyes flicked across the words, she slowly dropped it. “What the…” She looked at the table to see another note in front of Luke, torn open by teeth or claws. “Was yours as bad as mine?”

            The sight she met was a Luke in werewolf form, widow’s peak racing down his brow, teeth bared, claws unsheathed, his big bushy muttons of fur along his jaw, and ear arced into points. He growled, “Let’s kill him.”

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            A/N: This is the reviews for the Valentine’s day one, and I have a few notes to make.

1.     The review will always be shorter than the Valentine segment, I hope you don’t mind.

2.     I am currently working on a St. Patrick’s version. It should be out soon.

3.     I will make one of these and a review for each holiday.

4.     Please fav/follow and review. It makes my day.

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