BOOK ONE | jace wayland imagines

10. till i see you again part one

STORY CREATED BY scoobertdoobert2

When he was 4 years old Jace fell in love. It wasn't a romantic kind of love; it was an undying adoration for a baby girl that lived down the road from his father's home. He would sneak away and spend time with baby Stella, playing with her, reading her books, and rocking her to sleep. When his father found out he thought that his father would punish him, but instead his father allowed Jace to see Stella once a week for 2 hours at a time.

When Jace was 8 years old he found a piece of amber in the forest, he polished it until it shone in the sunlight, turned it into a beautiful necklace, and carved his initials on the back for Stella. It is safe to say that Stella wore the necklace until the day she died.

When Jace was 9 years old he lost the center of his world. The little cottage where Stella and her widowed mother lived was burned down to ashes, only her mother's body was found in the remaining ruble. Stella was from the Joyen family, which essentially made her Shadowhunter royalty. The search party for Stella lasted for months, but the Shadowhunters turned up with no leads and Stella was declared deceased. It broke Jace's heart and his father reminded him that 'to love was to be destroyed', so Jace never allowed himself to get close to anybody else, he refuses to go through that pain again.

After the Dark War Jace discovered that Valentine was the one responsible for the fire, he wanted to teach Jace a lesson about weakness and attachment. The news destroyed Jace, he blamed himself for Stella's death, the hate he felt for himself strengthened and it he became more cynical and angry at the world.

Present Day

There has been a string of murders around the city and the murderer is targeting young women in their early 20's. The murder count has totaled to 4, all of the women were drained of their blood, and yet the New York City Police Department claim that it is not the work of a serial killer.

"For the fifth-time Y/N I said no to that story. How many times must say it? No." My boss, the chief reporter of The New Yorker, increases his pace, clearly trying to get rid of my constant pestering.

"Mr. Jacobson please listen to me. These murders are clearly the work of a serial killer and NYPD keeps denying it. Four young women around the same age were all drained of their blood, surely you can see a pattern in these killings. If you could just let me investigate these events, we can find out the truth and if NYPD is hiding anything. Please sir." I shuffle through the crowd of people in the corridor and jog to keep up with the very annoyed Mr. Jacobson.

"You won't let this go, will you?"

"No sir."

"Y/N, you're young, you should be clubbing with your friends instead of tracking down information about serial killers."

"To be perfectly clear Mr. Jacobson, I went to school to be a reporter and you certainly didn't hire me straight from college because I was good at clubbing."

"Fine. I'll give you a week on this story and if you don't come up with a good article, I'm sending you to fashion week to cover the story on Tom Ford."

"Thank you sir. I won't let you down." I stop walking and I jokingly salute as Mr. Jacobson scoffs and shoos me away.

Three days into my investigation and I have not accomplished anything. The victim's family members didn't have any knowledge on who could have possibly killed the victims and the police refuse to talk to me. I'm being stonewalled by everyone and it's pissing me off.

"Detective Garroway do you have any comments about the recent string of killings happening in the city?" I chase after detective Luke Garroway as he leaves the NYPD station, he rolls his eyes at me and walks quickly towards his car.

"Like I've been telling you for the last three days miss Y/L/N, I cannot comment on any ongoing investigations." Detective Garroway stops walking to look at me directly in the eye, he towers over my small frame and tries to intimidate me with his size.

"Can you at least admit that the murders are committed by one individual, a serial killer?" The detective's phone starts to ring and he answer it, it must have been an emergency because he walks away in a panic and drives off in his truck. All I heard from the conversation were the words 'dead' and 'blood', it must be about the murders. Frustrated with the investigation, I hop into a taxi and decide to fallow the detective.

The sun sets below the horizon, the detective drives to a ship yard and enters a Chinese restaurant called Jade Wolf. A Chinese restaurant in a ship yard? How can that be hygienic and who could possibly be ordering food at a ship yard? I hide behind the large ship containers and watch as people enter the restaurant.

After about an hour of watching I see 3 people dressed in black approach the restaurant, then I hear a loud bang and 5 gigantic dogs burst through the doors and attack the people in black. The men were fast, abnormally fast, and they were hissing at the dogs. The dogs attack and bites one of the men, ripping his throat and spitting it out beside the now dead body. One of the dogs makes eye contact with me and I run as fast as I can towards the entrance of the ship yard, screaming in fear as one of men runs behind me, fallowed by a dog close at his heels. I see a group of people also dressed in black coming from the entrance of the ship yard and I wave frantically at them.

"Get out! Get out of the way!" I yell, but none of them move, instead they run straight towards me, glowing swords in their hand and they attack the man instead of the dog. I scream when I see the man illuminated by the dock lights, he had fangs, actual fangs. Someone grabs my hand and puts me into a chokehold.

"Let us leave and I'll let the girl go." The man hisses as he tightens his grip around my throat and uses his finger on his other hand to cut the flesh on my neck. I scream in pain and try to wiggle out, but the man is extremely strong.

"Let the mundane go vampire." A blonde boy, probably a bit older than me stands in fighting position, holding a sword that glowed white. An arrow hits the man in the middle of his forehead and he falls to the ground, I scream again, nearly tripping over my own feet, but the blond boy catches me. The man turns into dust and I turn around to look at the people who just saved my life.

"Tha...thank you." I stutter as I proceed to pick my shoulder bag from the ground. I straighten myself up and I notice that they were all staring at me confusingly.

"Who are you and how can you see us?" A boy steps forward and points his arrow straight at me, preparing to shoot.