Fear

The visit I always wanted

Chapter 10- The visit I always wanted.

Clary POV

New York is so alive at night, the bright lights twinkling against the midnight black sky. I sigh as I pull my phone out, preparing to call Simon for a chat. It was so weird learning all that stuff about shadowhunters, demons and angels; my brain aches just from thinking about it. Simon answers on the second ring.

"Hey, Fray," Simon says.

"Hey Simon, is it okay if I come over?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Sure, I won't be there though," Simon replies laughing to himself.

"Why? Where are you?" I question, slightly distracted by a flash of white I saw across the street.

"Band practise," he sighs, obviously bored.

"I thought that was on Thursdays and Fridays," I state, trying to catch sight of the white flash again.

"Well we can't do Friday because Eric has got another poetry recital at Java Jones, remember?" He pauses, waiting for me to reply. "You know the one you and I were supposed to be going to?"

"Huh?" I ask, not really paying attention but making my way across the street to where I had seen the white flash, ignoring the irritated horns of the drivers.

"Clary? Are you even paying attention anymore?" he laughs gently, and then somehow sensing my stress, continues. "Clary what's going on? Where are you?"

My eyes widen in terror and I feel my pulse speed up watching the scene in front of me unfold.
On the floor, was some sort of demon, I assume, slowly dissolving into a pile of ashes and behind him, standing with a terrifying wild look in his eye, I see Sebastian, holding a dagger.

"Simon," I say suddenly breathing quickly, "I've got to go."

"Clary? Clary what-" I don't let Simon say anything else, before hanging up on him and turning to face my brother.

"Sebastian," I spit forcing the vulnerability out of my voice.

"Clarissa!" He grins, sliding his dagger back into his belt loop. "What a surprise to see you here."

"It's not like I live in this neighbourhood or anything," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "What do you want?"

"The same thing as always, dear sister," he slowly moves closer to me and cups my cheek. "I want you."

In one quick movement, I pull the lethal dagger out of Sebastian's belt loop and turn so that the point of the blade is hovering over his frozen heart. I see Sebastian's black eyes dance with pleasure as a smirk slides onto his sickening face.

I jerk the dagger downwards, slicing a shallow cut in Sebastian's muscular chest. I inwardly smile as I watch the look of shock appear on his face. Sticky crimson liquid begins to steadily flow from the gash and Sebastian looks at me, no emotion shown.

And then he laughs.

"What's so funny?" I ask, tensing slightly.

"I made you perfect," he praises himself, ignoring the blood rushing from his chest.

"Made me?" My head aches as if trying to remember something.

"It doesn't matter," Sebastian mutters, plucking the dagger out of my hand.

"You're hiding something," I state.

"Don't be ridiculous," he laughs before brutally shoving me against the stone wall. "If I am correct, I believe that you were on a date with Jace Herondale." I nod slowly, keeping my mouth shut. "Do you want to tell me what he told you?"

I violently shake my head.

Jace had told me things he had never told anyone. He had told me about how he had grown up thinking he was a Wayland, then found out he was a Morgenstern- which wasn't actually true. By heart he was a Lightwood, but by blood he was a Herondale. He told me about how he had extra angel blood which gave him special abilities, and how they – the shadow hunters – had defeated Valentine Morgenstern earlier last year. However, he had warned me about something; Valentine's children. They had received new names and nobody knew who or where they were, just that they would soon start a war.

I couldn't tell Sebastian what Jace had said.

"No?" Sebastian asks, pinning my wrists against the wall. "Well then, maybe I should pay your friend, Simon, a little visit."

Anger bubbles inside me as I push against Sebastian's hold.
"Don't you dare hurt him!" I growl.

"Lucian and Jocelyn too," he smirks, knowing I was close to giving in. "Then, I think I'll make a stop at the institute and leave Jace a little present for when he returns."

He hesitates thoughtfully, holding both of my wrists in one of his hands. Big mistake. Something inside of me tells me to push against him as hard as I can. But first, I need to seem weak- a plan forms in my mind.

"Please don't hurt them," I plead, faking extreme weakness. "I won't. Not yet, anyway," he grins, pulling a pen-like thing out of his pocket. A stele. Jace had briefly explained this; it made or helped you to do things.

"No, please!" I cry, not needing to fake fear this time. I feel a faint burning sensation on the inside of my arm and look to see what it is. A series of lines create a symbol, not unlike the ones I had been drawing, that resembled a mouth. I have no idea what this symbol was, but I instantly know that what it means.

Truth. I lose control over my words. I did it, I betrayed Jace.

The words spill out of my mouth, paralysing the rest of my body. In the back of my mind I'm screaming, fighting against whatever that symbol was. I manage to take back control of my mouth and body just before I tell him about Valentine's children. I manage to keep my mouth shut.

"That's all," I say, looking up to my wrists, which Sebastian still has in his one-handed grip.

The feeling from earlier returns and I know that pushing him is away is the only chance I have. I wait for a moment and then, gathering all the strength I can muster, I push him.

Sebastian crashes into the wall behind him, screaming out in pain. The force of the push terrifies me. I would never expect to be that strong. What was happening to me? Without wasting another moment, I sprint down the deserted alleyway and onto the now crowded streets of New York, merging into the crowds. Suddenly, a hand grabs my wrist and yanks me out of the sea of bodies.

"Clary, what are you doing?" The familiar voice asks. I flick my head up to see a gangly boy with eyes the colour of coffee and dishevelled hair.

"Simon!" I shout, jumping into my best friend's arms.

"Clary, are you okay?" Simon asks, returning the hug.

"I'm fine," I say, unsure of whether to tell him what happened or not. I try and change the subject. "How was band practise?"

"I don't know," Simon replies, shrugging. "I didn't get to finish it. You ended the call so quickly that I thought you had seen Sebastian!" He confesses, his eyes widening. I begin to chew my lip as I lead down the now empty street.

"Clary!" Simon's sudden call makes me stop walking and turn to face him. "Are you going to tell me what's up? You didn't actually see him did you?"

I look at the floor to see a distorted shadow of someone behind me.
"I think I could answer that for you," the ice-cold voice whispers into my ear.

A/N

Random Mid-week chapter just cos I can!

Anyway, I'm signing out x