My Father & my Brother (TMI)

Chapter 1

Clary pov.

Valentine falls to the ground but I fall in someones arms. His fingers are cold but they feel good on my skin it even tingles a little bit. I look up and see that it is a boy. He is around 18 years I think and he looks a lot like Valentine. He has his silver hair, black eyes and the length. The boy is very tall but also muscular. He smiles at me but I walk away from him. I don't even know him, I don't know if I can trust him.
"Clarissa, where is the cup? I know you gave me the fake one ." Valentine says. I look up at him while I see a lot of different stuff on the background. Looks like I'm in a house. I ignore him and walk to the wall to see through the window. I see nothing I recognize; it even looks like a different country...
"Clarissa! Don't ignore me!" Valentine shouts. I turn around and put the card with The Mortal Cup in it on the table.
"Here it is !" I shout back at him at the same tone.
"Take it out now." Valentine says with a dangerous stern voice.
"No." I say back with a strong voice. I see the boy next to Valentine smile.
"Who's that?" I ask Valentine while looking straight into his black eyes.
"Give me the cup first" Valentine says. "Then I'll tell you who he is."

"It's right here?" I say with a playful smile and point to the card on the table. He hates me right now I think, if he didn't hate me before he does now. As if I am going to give it to him.

"Clarissa..." He sighs. "You are just as stubborn as your mother." I smile. "Don't be so stupid and give me the cup!" he then shouts.

"You know I am not giving it to you!" I shout back again.

"Father, this will not work." The boy says to Valentine. I frown.

"Father?" I ask and look back at Valentine. "You are not going to tell me I have another brother, are you?!" The boy smirks but looks back at Valentine.

"Let me talk to her, I'll bring her outside and explain everything." The boy says. I cross my arms.

"Fine." Valentine hisses and the boy pulls out his hand for me to grab.

"Shall we go outside Clarissa?" He asks me. I scoff at him.

"Depends on who you are." I say and he smiles. The smile doesn't seem real, or genuine. Like he is trying too hard.

"I will explain when you come with me." He says as he nods at his reaching hand. I don't even know who this boy is, but it looks like he could be my brother. And it feels... okay? I sigh and take his hand in mine while putting the card in my pocket again. He smiles again and takes me through a hall. We go through the front door and I see we are in a street. This whole place doesn't look familiar, we are far far away from The Institute. The street was made of old bricks, I turn around to see what the building looks like where we came from but I see nothing. Not even when I focus. I frown and look back in front of me. We walk towards a bench near a canal. We sit down and I look up. No sun, only clouds. And it's also not really hot, it's actually cold. I shiver a bit and the boy looks up. "Are you cold?" he asks me. I nod and at that moment he let go of my hand and within a second his jacket was around my shoulders. He was so quick I couldn't even see it happening. I look back at my hand which was holding his and his hand is in mine again.

"How did you do that so fast?" I ask him while I look up at his face with a confused frown. He looks like a model from the mundane world. He has high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and mysterious eyes. They are pitch black, even darker than Valentine's with a silver ring around his iris.

"I'll explain." He tells me with a smile. Still not a genuine smile.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"Amsterdam." He replies.

"Who are you?" I ask again, let's get straight to the point.

"What did Valentine tell you in The Institute?" He asks me this time while softly stroking my fingers. It was kind of strange, I didn't even know him...