The rain beat heavily down on New York, but the tension was not to be washed away. Jace stood waiting for a boy he dreaded, someone he never got used to, never got to like, and yet had to stand because of Clary.
He sucked the polluted air of the city in through his clenched teeth as Simon walked around the corner and was stopped right at the gates. A vampire could never enter holy land like the Institute. Jace made his way towards the other boy and was just about to slouch against the gates when Simon grabbed him by the shirt threateningly, pulling him close so that he could peer into his serious eyes.
“What happened, what you do, Wayland?” Simon hissed.
Jace tensed, “It’s Lightwood, I didn’t do any thing,”he quickly became casual again, loosing all the crazy consciousness that was haunting him in the days before. He shrugged off Simon’s grasp.
“That was the problem! You were supposed to be protecting her!” Simon yelled, his fangs beginning to show.
“I tried!”
“Well, that’s not good enough! Because if it was, she wouldn’t be in there dying!”
There was a long pause. “You’re right,” Jace muttered after they’d both calmed down, “I made a mistake.”
“Yeah, one big enough to cause her life.”
“Frankly, I feel horribly about it, but what are you going to do? Kill me?”
“I’m thinking about it.” Another long pause, “I know you have a plan, Wayland, or you know I would kill you on the spot.”
“It’s Lightwood,” Jace stated through grinding teeth. “and yes, I do. We bleed her.”
This time Simon’s heard enough, and pounced. Jace dived to out of the way, him being faster than the vampire, and Simon quickly turned on him again. “What are you trying to do?” Jace yelled.
“Kill you, wasn’t that the plan?” Simon yelled back, “you are not bleeding her!” He slowed down to look at Jace. “You can’t be serious.”
“Well, you’ve got a better proposal? Isabelle told you what happened, the toxin is in her blood, and how else do you get that out of her system?” Jace extended his arms out of both sides of him, “you can kill me if you want. But I’m just saying, at least it makes sense.”
Simon’s chest would’ve been heaving, except he needed no breath at all, he didn’t get tired. When he broke yet another silence, he said, “I’ll be there.”
“How, you can’t come in....”
“I’ll be there!” And with that Simon walked away into the rain, his soaking mop of dark hair plastering to his forehead.
He sucked the polluted air of the city in through his clenched teeth as Simon walked around the corner and was stopped right at the gates. A vampire could never enter holy land like the Institute. Jace made his way towards the other boy and was just about to slouch against the gates when Simon grabbed him by the shirt threateningly, pulling him close so that he could peer into his serious eyes.
“What happened, what you do, Wayland?” Simon hissed.
Jace tensed, “It’s Lightwood, I didn’t do any thing,”he quickly became casual again, loosing all the crazy consciousness that was haunting him in the days before. He shrugged off Simon’s grasp.
“That was the problem! You were supposed to be protecting her!” Simon yelled, his fangs beginning to show.
“I tried!”
“Well, that’s not good enough! Because if it was, she wouldn’t be in there dying!”
There was a long pause. “You’re right,” Jace muttered after they’d both calmed down, “I made a mistake.”
“Yeah, one big enough to cause her life.”
“Frankly, I feel horribly about it, but what are you going to do? Kill me?”
“I’m thinking about it.” Another long pause, “I know you have a plan, Wayland, or you know I would kill you on the spot.”
“It’s Lightwood,” Jace stated through grinding teeth. “and yes, I do. We bleed her.”
This time Simon’s heard enough, and pounced. Jace dived to out of the way, him being faster than the vampire, and Simon quickly turned on him again. “What are you trying to do?” Jace yelled.
“Kill you, wasn’t that the plan?” Simon yelled back, “you are not bleeding her!” He slowed down to look at Jace. “You can’t be serious.”
“Well, you’ve got a better proposal? Isabelle told you what happened, the toxin is in her blood, and how else do you get that out of her system?” Jace extended his arms out of both sides of him, “you can kill me if you want. But I’m just saying, at least it makes sense.”
Simon’s chest would’ve been heaving, except he needed no breath at all, he didn’t get tired. When he broke yet another silence, he said, “I’ll be there.”
“How, you can’t come in....”
“I’ll be there!” And with that Simon walked away into the rain, his soaking mop of dark hair plastering to his forehead.
And I wrote another chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 7: Getting to the source
The curtains were drawn to release a painful light into the room, illuminating the paleness of Clary's face. From sitting relentlessly by her bedside, to now in constant motion, pacing around her room, Jace was still very much disturbed from all that's around him. Food still kept away from his stomach, but at least now Isabelle was able to wrestle some water into him.
There was soft murmuring coming from the corner of the room where Isabelle talked into her cell, describing the scene to a very worried Simon.
“Bleeding her,” he kept saying over and over again.
“I know, that’s what I’m doing right now,” said Magnus, annoyed, then he turned to Alec, “Can you shut this guy up, I’m trying to concentrate.” He was holding a bowl under Clary’s dripping arm as he gingerly pressed on the side of the cut on her skin. Drops of scarlet liquid bounced into the clean, white bowl.
“If it was the right idea, why didn’t you think of it?” Jace looked up challengingly at Magnus.
“I don’t know, maybe because we were stressing about her brain and not her blood before,” he peered desperately at Alec, who got up and pulled an arm around Jace’s shoulders and led him outside. There the two boys sat down on a storage bench.
After a while of silent unease, Jace spoke quietly, “I just want to know it’s the right thing to do. I mean what if I’m putting her more in danger?” He looked with frantic eyes at Alec, who returned to him a steady gaze.
“You gotta trust yourself, and you have to trust Magnus. He thought it was a good idea, right? He’s seem so many do this before, he knows it’s the right thing to do. Izzy and I aren’t complaining, and Simon’s just overprotective. You would’ve done worse if you were in his position.”
Jace fiddled with his hands, and Alec suddenly realized that’s he’s never seen his brother so undone before. This was a big deal, bigger than anything. Jace wasn’t even this bad whenever it came to Valentine.
“This was my fault,” Jace said as if he was reasoning to someone, “I just, I don’t know what happened.”
“I do,” Jace stared at Alec, startled, “You’ve been unnerved ever since you got hold of that box. Ever since the event with Valentine happened, and we’ve all been, but you’ve started to become a different person. Someone who’s more about finding out things than of fighting. I mean, a few years ago, you didn’t care when you fought, you just had one purpose. But after that summer, you started to care about why you fought. And, don’t hurt me, but it’s made you a crappier fighter,” he put up a hand to protect himself, “and you weren’t that good to begin with.”
Jace’s mouth formed a tight line, but the corners of it tipped upwards. “Look who’s talking.”
“Thanks, just thanks,” Alec said, then laughed softly. Another moment of silence enveloped them. “She’s gonna be okay.” Alec stated. “That’s just it, she’s gonna be fine.”
Jace looked at him, trying to find, something, in his words, but it seemed like in the end he found what he was looking for, “Yeah.” he said and looked towards the door.
The curtains were drawn to release a painful light into the room, illuminating the paleness of Clary's face. From sitting relentlessly by her bedside, to now in constant motion, pacing around her room, Jace was still very much disturbed from all that's around him. Food still kept away from his stomach, but at least now Isabelle was able to wrestle some water into him.
There was soft murmuring coming from the corner of the room where Isabelle talked into her cell, describing the scene to a very worried Simon.
“Bleeding her,” he kept saying over and over again.
“I know, that’s what I’m doing right now,” said Magnus, annoyed, then he turned to Alec, “Can you shut this guy up, I’m trying to concentrate.” He was holding a bowl under Clary’s dripping arm as he gingerly pressed on the side of the cut on her skin. Drops of scarlet liquid bounced into the clean, white bowl.
“If it was the right idea, why didn’t you think of it?” Jace looked up challengingly at Magnus.
“I don’t know, maybe because we were stressing about her brain and not her blood before,” he peered desperately at Alec, who got up and pulled an arm around Jace’s shoulders and led him outside. There the two boys sat down on a storage bench.
After a while of silent unease, Jace spoke quietly, “I just want to know it’s the right thing to do. I mean what if I’m putting her more in danger?” He looked with frantic eyes at Alec, who returned to him a steady gaze.
“You gotta trust yourself, and you have to trust Magnus. He thought it was a good idea, right? He’s seem so many do this before, he knows it’s the right thing to do. Izzy and I aren’t complaining, and Simon’s just overprotective. You would’ve done worse if you were in his position.”
Jace fiddled with his hands, and Alec suddenly realized that’s he’s never seen his brother so undone before. This was a big deal, bigger than anything. Jace wasn’t even this bad whenever it came to Valentine.
“This was my fault,” Jace said as if he was reasoning to someone, “I just, I don’t know what happened.”
“I do,” Jace stared at Alec, startled, “You’ve been unnerved ever since you got hold of that box. Ever since the event with Valentine happened, and we’ve all been, but you’ve started to become a different person. Someone who’s more about finding out things than of fighting. I mean, a few years ago, you didn’t care when you fought, you just had one purpose. But after that summer, you started to care about why you fought. And, don’t hurt me, but it’s made you a crappier fighter,” he put up a hand to protect himself, “and you weren’t that good to begin with.”
Jace’s mouth formed a tight line, but the corners of it tipped upwards. “Look who’s talking.”
“Thanks, just thanks,” Alec said, then laughed softly. Another moment of silence enveloped them. “She’s gonna be okay.” Alec stated. “That’s just it, she’s gonna be fine.”
Jace looked at him, trying to find, something, in his words, but it seemed like in the end he found what he was looking for, “Yeah.” he said and looked towards the door.
And ANOTHER CHAPTER!!
Chapter 8: Awaken
After the bleeding, Isabelle pressured Jace to at least take a shower. “You stink,” she complained.
“Thanks.”
“And besides, you’ve been in this room for, what, a week now? The only time you went outside was to meet Simon, and that had caused your hair to look like it does. Plus, you’ve got black charcoal for bags under your eyes. I suggest warm water and soap, and a bed.”
“What about..”
“What? You don’t trust me with her?” Isabelle placed her hands on her hips.
“No.”
She stared at him threateningly, “she’s important to me too. You don’t have to act like this is only your problem.”
Jace sighed, and Izzy pushed him out of the room, “at least take a shower, you really do stink.”
Unwillingly taking her advice, he stripped off his week old clothes and stepped into a tyrant of hot water.
After the shower, Jace got dressed in dark jeans and a white T-shirt and went to Clary’s room, and found the door locked. He knocked on it, but the only reply was Izzy’s loud voice scolding him to go away.
He decided he needed to trust people, so Jace went back to his room and took of his shirt, which had been soaked from his wet hair. He layed his wet head onto the pillow and closed his eyes.
…
Red. That was all Clary could see, red. The colour of love, the colour of hate, the colour of wine, and the colour of blood. She extended her hands in front of her, and realized she was submerged in liquid. Clary kicked frantically and drew her arms painstakingly slowly around her, yelled and creating bubbles when she opened her mouth.
A box, she felt like she was trapped in a box full of scarlet liquid. How she had gotten there, and how she would get out, she had no clue, but she only knew one thing, and that was to see what was outside. And there stood Jace, his hand clenched at his sides. He was in a treacherous state, his hair muddied, his clothes wet and dirty, and his skin sprinkled with soot, covering his white scars.
Clary tried calling her name, but the sound seemed to stayed trapped in the box, just as she was. Bubbles flowed like butterflies all around her, and she tried calling her name again, louder and louder, wishing with all her might that he would hear her, that he would look up and see her trapped in her blood cell. “Jace! Jace!!”
…
There was a loud banging noise on Jace’s door and Alec bursted into the room. Jace sat up quickly. “She’s awake,” two simple words. Alec ran out into the hall, with Jace quickly behind him.
…
Clary was drowning. She felt her body’s need for oxygen, and she knew her life was hanging on a thread. She needed to breathe, air, she needed air.
…
Jace saw Isabelle standing before Clary’s door and sprinted towards her. From inside, he could hear Clary’s yelling. “She’s calling for you,” Izzy said, her cheeks wet. She threw open the door, and Jace slipped in.
…
Clary thrusted her limbs out, trying to keep afloat. It was getting harder, controlling her actions. Soon there’d be no more energy for her to even move. But she had to keep going, and she continued to scream Jace’s name. But he still didn’t look up.
…
Jace rushed into the room and pinned Clary’s flailing hands on either side of her and sat beside her on the bed. She continued to yell his name and she continued to squirm around. “Clary, wake up, Clary!” he said, hope she would hear him.
…
Clary felt the whole tank of red liquid wash away, but the best thing was, Jace finally looked up.
…
A deep breath shook Clary’s whole body as she came into consciousness. Her dream left her feeling like she was a fish out of water. She took several deep heaves of oxygen and her vision cleared, and she saw a boy with damp blond hair and no shirt looming in front of her, and she couldn’t have been more relieved. “Jace!” she squealed in delight, and wrapped her hands around his neck, drawing him close. She breathed him in, smelling the lavender soap fresh on his body.
Jace felt the icy cold fingers make contact with his bare skin, and he shivered. He slid his hand between the small of her back and the covers, feeling cold sweat on her tank top. They were both breathing heavily, but soon they began to laugh softly, knowing it would all be okay.
After the bleeding, Isabelle pressured Jace to at least take a shower. “You stink,” she complained.
“Thanks.”
“And besides, you’ve been in this room for, what, a week now? The only time you went outside was to meet Simon, and that had caused your hair to look like it does. Plus, you’ve got black charcoal for bags under your eyes. I suggest warm water and soap, and a bed.”
“What about..”
“What? You don’t trust me with her?” Isabelle placed her hands on her hips.
“No.”
She stared at him threateningly, “she’s important to me too. You don’t have to act like this is only your problem.”
Jace sighed, and Izzy pushed him out of the room, “at least take a shower, you really do stink.”
Unwillingly taking her advice, he stripped off his week old clothes and stepped into a tyrant of hot water.
After the shower, Jace got dressed in dark jeans and a white T-shirt and went to Clary’s room, and found the door locked. He knocked on it, but the only reply was Izzy’s loud voice scolding him to go away.
He decided he needed to trust people, so Jace went back to his room and took of his shirt, which had been soaked from his wet hair. He layed his wet head onto the pillow and closed his eyes.
…
Red. That was all Clary could see, red. The colour of love, the colour of hate, the colour of wine, and the colour of blood. She extended her hands in front of her, and realized she was submerged in liquid. Clary kicked frantically and drew her arms painstakingly slowly around her, yelled and creating bubbles when she opened her mouth.
A box, she felt like she was trapped in a box full of scarlet liquid. How she had gotten there, and how she would get out, she had no clue, but she only knew one thing, and that was to see what was outside. And there stood Jace, his hand clenched at his sides. He was in a treacherous state, his hair muddied, his clothes wet and dirty, and his skin sprinkled with soot, covering his white scars.
Clary tried calling her name, but the sound seemed to stayed trapped in the box, just as she was. Bubbles flowed like butterflies all around her, and she tried calling her name again, louder and louder, wishing with all her might that he would hear her, that he would look up and see her trapped in her blood cell. “Jace! Jace!!”
…
There was a loud banging noise on Jace’s door and Alec bursted into the room. Jace sat up quickly. “She’s awake,” two simple words. Alec ran out into the hall, with Jace quickly behind him.
…
Clary was drowning. She felt her body’s need for oxygen, and she knew her life was hanging on a thread. She needed to breathe, air, she needed air.
…
Jace saw Isabelle standing before Clary’s door and sprinted towards her. From inside, he could hear Clary’s yelling. “She’s calling for you,” Izzy said, her cheeks wet. She threw open the door, and Jace slipped in.
…
Clary thrusted her limbs out, trying to keep afloat. It was getting harder, controlling her actions. Soon there’d be no more energy for her to even move. But she had to keep going, and she continued to scream Jace’s name. But he still didn’t look up.
…
Jace rushed into the room and pinned Clary’s flailing hands on either side of her and sat beside her on the bed. She continued to yell his name and she continued to squirm around. “Clary, wake up, Clary!” he said, hope she would hear him.
…
Clary felt the whole tank of red liquid wash away, but the best thing was, Jace finally looked up.
…
A deep breath shook Clary’s whole body as she came into consciousness. Her dream left her feeling like she was a fish out of water. She took several deep heaves of oxygen and her vision cleared, and she saw a boy with damp blond hair and no shirt looming in front of her, and she couldn’t have been more relieved. “Jace!” she squealed in delight, and wrapped her hands around his neck, drawing him close. She breathed him in, smelling the lavender soap fresh on his body.
Jace felt the icy cold fingers make contact with his bare skin, and he shivered. He slid his hand between the small of her back and the covers, feeling cold sweat on her tank top. They were both breathing heavily, but soon they began to laugh softly, knowing it would all be okay.
I'm pretty proud of myself for dreaming about the dream that Clary had, because it really goes with the theme you know! Besides the part of Simon and Jace talking, every thing else was very closely based on my dream! And I know, I know, mistakes on spelling and such, well, if you're such a grammar Nazi, just go and read the actual fanfic on the page that Jamie and I share. Yes, Jamie, so it's awesome: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2284509/Eleos_Fall3nAngel
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