Reforming

Chapter 1

"You can't take that in here," the well-built bouncer said.

Clary watched from the window with disgust as the Eidolon demon grinned playfully. "Aw, come on," he said. "It's part of my costume."

"No need to sneer at the window, sis," a voice said from behind her.

Jonathan, her seventeen year old brother that didn't look anything like her, lazily leaned against the door frame. He wore a lopsided grin and posed a relaxed stance. Clary stuck her tongue out and made her way over to him. "Come now, Jon," she said with a grin of her own. "I'm only getting amped up to kill him."

Before Clary could escape out the door, Jonathan grabbed her leather clad bicep. "You've been having nightmares again," he stated bluntly.

Without answering, Clary ripped her arm out of her brother's grip and made her way to the club's lower level. Simon Lewis, her best friend, heard the tapping of her heels and anxiously awaited her.

"He's right you know," Simon admitted honestly.

Clary shot him a glare. "Having such good hearing does you no good," she huffed.

Simon rolled his eyes and followed in suit as Clary made her way to the dance floor. Jonathan joined Simon moments later, watching his sister stalk her prey.

"You'd think that after having the same nightmare sixteen times, she'd be a little less touchy about it," Jonathan spoke calmly.

Simon shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think it's the nightmares. I think the fact that her mundane self still doesn't know about the Shadow World is irritating her."

"Bane has apologized countless times. It's our mother that is the problem. Lucian has explained to her that it would be best for Clary to know her heritage," Jonathan sighed. "But she just doesn't think he's right. She seems to think that Clary wouldn't be able to handle the Shadow World. Clearly, Clary can. She's the best Shadowhunter out there besides me. She exceeds all expectations."

"And Jocelyn still doesn't know about you?"

It was Jonathan's turn to shake his head. "Strong glamour created by Clary herself. . . And even though Clary is under the influence of Bane's magic, her sub consciousness still recognizes the runic magic, so she's able to see me."

Simon's eyebrows scrunched up. "When did she create the rune? Jocelyn's been taking her to Magnus ever since she was two."

There was a mischievous glint in Jonathan's eyes. "That was my fault. Being a curious three year old, sometimes things happen. I had found our mother's stele in the bathroom one day and brought it to Clary so we could investigate it," he smiled softly, reminiscing. "I gave Clary the stele and she drew a design on my arm. The next thing I knew, my own mother couldn't see me. I thought I was going to have to learn how to do things on my own. She never found the stele, Jocelyn, but Lucian did. Clary had hidden it under her dresser. For a two year old she was extremely smart and cunning. When Clary showed Lucian where the stele was, he immediately asked where I was. Clary had given him a toothy grin before pointing at me."

The vampire shook his head in amusement. A lapse of silence settled between the vampire and Shadowhunter. Clary led the demon into the back storage room. Jonathan started to follow, but noticed three people go into the storage room behind his sister. His eyes narrowed and he sped up. The three people were Shadowhunters, Jonathan had no doubt about that, but he didn't know why they decided to meddle. Before following Jonathan, Simon had glanced at his watch. Sixteen minutes until midnight; until Clary would begin to think of the world like a mundane.

"Sixteen minutes, Jon," Simon called after him.

Jonathan jogged over to the storage room and thrust the door open. There were two males; one black haired and one golden haired; and a female, who looked to be the sister of the black haired boy. They didn't advance; they sat back and watched.