ꜰʀᴀʏᴇᴅ |ᴀ.ʟ.| ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ {ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ #1}

{𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥'𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗 𝕆𝕦𝕥}

"Cami..." Mom sighs, her head bowing low

This was clearly something bad or something really important, especially since neither Luke nor Mom had told me off for cussing

"This isn't going to be easy, Jocelyn" Luke stated as Mom drifted to the couch, sitting with her head between her knees, "It's best to be done with it before Clary comes home"

"You're right" she sighs, "Of course you're right"

"What in the freaking hell is going on?" I snap, frustrated and confused, "What is so important it can't wait for tomorrow or at least until Clary comes home?"

"Well...Actually, Cami, you're right" Mom redirects, standing from the couch and crossing over to Luke, who wore a look of pure confusion, "It can wait for your sister to come home, it's fine"

It didn't look fine but I was tired and sick of running around in circles.

"Fine" I huff before turning the corner and into my room but not before catching Mom's words to Luke

"Just let them be kids, let them be innocent for just one more night"

Too tired to reel back and ask what that meant, or even to snap at her for calling me a kid, I mean I'm 21 now come on, I stalk off to my bedroom instead, and as soon as my head hits the pillow the world goes black.

***

"MOM!" A scream wakes me up from my sleep and I snap upright in my bed.

Clary.

I shoot out of bed, whipping my door open and running straight to the living room where Mom had her arms tightly wrapped around a shivering Clary.

"Mom!" Clary breathes a loud sigh of relief, "Mom, oh my god"

"Clary? What the hell happened?" I ask, mystified, "Why were you screaming?"

"Oh god, Cami, I think...I think I just murdered someone"

"What?" I gasp, looking to Mom who looked scared...but also strangely calm

"Sit down and tell me what happened" Mom breathes, sitting Clary on the couch

I sit down across from my mother on the couch as Clary reels off the story from start to finish; from bumping into a guy covered in strange markings whom only she could see, to following him to a private section of the club she had snuck into and watching him stab a girl...or someone she'd thought was a girl...to having stabbed one of the 'monsters' herself...with a glowing sword.

"And then these creepy tentacles seemed to come out of the body builder's face, and...and then the guy just...vaporised" Clary trembles, now pacing back and forth along the chair, her seat now occupied by my intently listening mother, "I mean, I was...I was drugged, right?"

The whole story sounded like it had plucked itself from one of Simon's comic books it was so ludicrous.

"Well, of course" I interject, "What else could explain...no, nothing could explain that. Not rationally"

"What did the markings look like on the blonde boy you were talking about?" Mom questions, her tone level and still, unfailingly, calm

"Who cares, Mom?!" I interrupt again, suddenly livid, "This is not the time for 21 questions. You're daughter's been drugged, has potentially just murdered someone and all you want to know about it is the tattoo's the random guy had? I mean, are you even listening to her?!"

"Clary" Mom utters, pulling out what looks like the same family heirloom she'd given me, brandishing it above the skin of her arm, "Did they look like this"