City of Fallen Angels

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by Cassandra Clare

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  "There is a way. . . " Jace raised his eyes to hers. "Give me your hand. "

  Surprised, Clary reached her hand out, remembering the first time hed ever taken her hand like that. She had the rune now, the open-eye rune, on the back of her hand, the one hed been looking for then and hadnt found. Her first permanent rune. He turned her hand over, baring her wrist, the vulnerable skin of her forearm.

  She shivered. The wind off the river felt as if it were driving into her bones. "Jace, what are you doing?"

  "Remember what I said about Shadowhunter weddings? How instead of exchanging rings, we Mark each other with runes of love and commitment?" He looked at her, his eyes wide and vulnerable under their thick gold lashes. "I want to Mark you in a way that will bind us together, Clary. Its just a small Mark, but its permanent. Are you willing?"

  She hesitated. A permanent rune, when they were so young-her mother would be incensed. But nothing else seemed to be working; nothing she said convinced him. Maybe this would. Silently, she drew out her stele and handed it to him. He took it, brushing her fingers as he did. She was shivering harder now, cold everywhere except where he touched her. He cradled her arm against him and lowered the stele, touching it softly to her skin, moving it gently up and down, and then, when she didnt protest, with more force. As cold as she was, the burn of the stele was almost welcome. She watched as the dark lines spiraled out from the tip of it, forming a pattern of hard, angular lines.

  Her nerves tingled with a sudden alarm. The pattern didnt speak of love and commitment to her; there was something else there, something darker, something that spoke of control and submission, of loss and darkness. Was he drawing the wrong rune? But this was Jace; surely he knew better than that. And yet a numbness was beginning to spread up her arm from the place the stele touched-a painful tingling, like nerves waking up-and she felt dizzy, as if the ground were moving under her-

  "Jace. " Her voice rose, tinged with anxiety. "Jace, I dont think thats right-"

  He let her arm go. He held the stele balanced lightly in his hand, with the same grace with which he would hold any weapon. "Im sorry, Clary," he said. "I do want to be bound to you. I would never lie about that. "

  She opened her mouth to ask him what on earth he was talking about, but no words came. The darkness was rushing up too fast. The last thing she felt was Jaces arms around her as she fell.

  After what seemed like an eternity of wandering around what he considered to be an extremely boring party, Magnus finally found Alec, sitting alone at a table in a corner, behind a spray of artificial white roses. There were a number of champagne glasses on the table, most half-full, as if passing partygoers had abandoned them there. Alec was looking rather abandoned himself. He had his chin in his hands and was staring moodily into space. He didnt look up, even when Magnus hitched a foot around the chair opposite his, spun it toward him, and sat down, resting his arms along the back.

  "Do you want to go back to Vienna?" he said.

  Alec didnt answer, just stared into space.

  "Or we could go somewhere else," said Magnus. "Anywhere you want. Thailand, South Carolina, Brazil, Peru-Oh, wait, no, Im banned from Peru. Id forgotten about that. Its a long story, but amusing if you want to hear it. "

  Alecs expression said that he very much did not want to hear it. Pointedly he turned and looked out over the room as if the werewolf string quartet fascinated him.

  Since Alec was ignoring him, Magnus decided to amuse himself by changing the colors of the champagne in the glasses on the table. He made one blue, the next pink, and was working on green when Alec reached across the table and hit him on the wrist.

  "Stop that," he said. "People are looking. "

  Magnus looked down at his fingers, which were spraying blue sparks. Maybe it was a bit obvious. He curled his fingers under. "Well," he said. "I have to do something to keep myself from dying of boredom, since youre not talking to me. "

  "Im not," said Alec. "Not talking to you, I mean. "

  "Oh?" said Magnus. "I just asked you if you wanted to go to Vienna, or Thailand, or the moon, and I dont recall you saying anything in response. "

  "I dont know what I want. " Alec, his head bent, was playing with an abandoned plastic fork. Though his eyes were defiantly cast down, their pale blue color was visible even through his lowered eyelids, which were pale and as fine as parchment. Magnus had always found humans more beautiful than any other creatures alive on the earth, and had often wondered why. Only a few years before dissolution, Camille had said. But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for its flickering. Death is the mother of beauty, as the poet said. He wondered if the Angel had ever considered making his human servants, the Nephilim, immortal. But no, for all their strength, they fell as humans had always fallen in battle through all the ages of the world.

  "Youve got that look again," Alec said peevishly, glancing up through his lashes. "Like youre staring at something I cant see. Are you thinking about Camille?"

  "Not really," Magnus said. "How much of the conversation I had with her did you overhear?"

  "Most of it. " Alec prodded the tablecloth with his fork. "I was listening at the door. Enough. "

  "Not at all enough, I think. " Magnus glared at the fork, and it skidded out of Alecs grasp and across the table toward him. He slammed his hand down on top of it and said, "Stop fidgeting. What was it I said to Camille that bothered you so much?"

  Alec raised his blue eyes. "Whos Will?"

  Magnus exhaled a sort of laugh. "Will. Dear God. That was a long time ago. Will was a Shadowhunter, like you. And yes, he did look like you, but youre not anything like him. Jace is much more the way Will was, in personality at least-and my relationship with you is nothing like the one I had with Will. Is that whats bothering you?"

  "I dont like thinking youre only with me because I look like some dead guy you liked. "

  "I never said that. Camille implied it. She is a master of implication and manipulation. She always has been. "

  "You didnt tell her she was wrong. "

  "If you let Camille, she will attack you on every front. Defend one front, and she will attack another. The only way to deal with her is to pretend she isnt getting to you. "

  "She said pretty boys were your undoing," Alec said. "Which makes it sound like Im just one in a long line of toys for you. One dies or goes away, you get another one. Im nothing. Im-trivial. "

  "Alexander-"

  "Which," Alec went on, staring down at the table again, "is especially unfair, because you are anything but trivial for me. I changed my whole life for you. But nothing ever changes for you, does it? I guess thats what it means to live forever. Nothing ever really has to matter all that much. "

  "Im telling you that you do matter-"

  "The Book of the White," Alec said, suddenly. "Why did you want it so badly?"

  Magnus looked at him, puzzled. "You know why. Its a very powerful spellbook. "

  "But you wanted it for something specific, didnt you? A spell that was in it?" Alec took a ragged breath. "You dont have to answer; I can tell by your face that you did. Was it-was it a spell for making me immortal?"

  Magnus felt shaken to his core. "Alec," he whispered. "No. No, I-I wouldnt do that. "

  Alec fixed him with his piercing blue gaze. "Why not? Why through all the years of all the relationships youve ever had have you never tried to make any of them immortal like you? If you could have me with you forever, wouldnt you want to?"

  "Of course I would!" Magnus, realizing he was almost shouting, lowered his voice with an effort. "But you dont understand. You dont get something for nothing. The price for living forever-"

  "Magnus. " It was Isabelle, hurrying toward them, her phone in her hand. "Magnus, I need to talk to you. "

  "Isabelle. " Normally Magnus liked Alecs sister. Not so much at the moment. "Lovely, wonderful Isabelle. Could you please go away? Now is a really bad time. "


  Isabelle looked from Magnus to her brother, and back again. "Then, you dont want me to tell you that Camilles just escaped from the Sanctuary and my mother is demanding that you come back to the Institute right now to help them find her?"

  "No," Magnus said. "I dont want you to tell me that. "

  "Well, too bad," Isabelle said. "Because its true. I mean, I guess you dont have to go, but-"

  The rest of the sentence hung in the air, but Magnus knew what she wasnt saying. If he didnt go, the Clave would be suspicious that hed had something to do with Camilles escape, and that was the last thing he needed. Maryse would be furious, complicating his relationship with Alec even further. And yet-

  "She escaped?" Alec said. "No ones ever escaped from the Sanctuary. "

  "Well," said Isabelle, "now someone has. "

  Alec slunk down lower in his seat. "Go," he said. "Its an emergency. Just go. We can talk later. "

  "Magnus. . . " Isabelle sounded half-apologetic, but there was no mistaking the urgency in her voice.

  "Fine. " Magnus stood up. "But," he added, pausing by Alecs chair and leaning in close to him, "you are not trivial. "

  Alec flushed. "If you say so," he said.

  "I say so," said Magnus, and he turned to follow Isabelle out of the room.

  Outside on the deserted street, Simon leaned against the wall of the Ironworks, against the ivy-covered brick, and stared up at the sky. The lights of the bridge washed out the stars so there was nothing to see but a sheet of velvety blackness. He wished with a sudden fierceness that he could breathe in the cold air to clear his head, that he could feel it on his face, on his skin. All he was wearing was a thin shirt, and it made no difference. He couldnt shiver, and even the memory of what it felt like to shiver was going away from him, little by little, every day, slipping away like the memories of another life.

  "Simon?"

  He froze where he stood. That voice, small and familiar, drifting like a thread on the cold air. Smile. That was the last thing she had said to him.

  But it couldnt be. She was dead.

  "Wont you look at me, Simon?" Her voice was as small as ever, barely a breath. "Im right here. "

  Dread clawed its way up his spine. He opened his eyes, and turned his head slowly.

  Maureen stood in the circle of light cast by a streetlamp just at the corner of Vernon Boulevard. She wore a long white virginal dress. Her hair was brushed straight down over her shoulders, shining yellow in the lamplight. There was still some grave dirt caught in it. There were little white slippers on her feet. Her face was dead white, circles of rouge painted on her cheekbones, and her mouth colored a dark pink as if it had been drawn on with a felt-tip marker.

  Simons knees gave out. He slid down the wall he had been leaning against, until he was sitting on the ground, his knees drawn up. His head felt like it was going to explode.

  Maureen gave a girlish little giggle and stepped out of the lamplight. She moved toward him and looked down; her face wore a look of amused satisfaction.

  "I thought youd be surprised," she said.

  "Youre a vampire," Simon said. "But-how? I didnt do this to you. I know I didnt. "

  Maureen shook her head. "It wasnt you. But it was because of you. They thought I was your girlfriend, you know. They took me out of my bedroom at night, and they kept me in a cage for the whole next day. They told me not to worry because youd come for me. But you didnt come. You never came. "

  "I didnt know. " Simons voice cracked. "I would have come if Id known. "

  Maureen flung her blond hair back over her shoulder in a gesture that reminded Simon suddenly and painfully of Camille. "It doesnt matter," she said in her girlish little voice. "When the sun went down, they told me I could die or I could choose to live like this. As a vampire. "

  "So you chose this?"

  "I didnt want to die," she breathed. "And now Ill be pretty and young forever. I can stay out all night, and I never need to go home. And she takes care of me. "

  "Who are you talking about? Whos she? Do you mean Camille? Look, Maureen, shes crazy. You shouldnt listen to her. " Simon staggered to his feet. "I can get you help. Find you a place to stay. Teach you how to be a vampire-"

  "Oh, Simon. " She smiled, and her little white teeth showed in a precise row. "I dont think you know how to be a vampire either. You didnt want to bite me, but you did. I remember. Your eyes went all black like a sharks, and you bit me. "

  "Im so sorry. If youll let me help you-"

  "You could come with me," she said. "That would help me. "

  "Come with you where?"

  Maureen looked up and down the empty street. She looked like a ghost in her thin white dress. The wind blew it around her body, but she clearly didnt feel the cold. "You have been chosen," she said. "Because you are a Daylighter. Those who did this to me want you. But they know you bear the Mark now. They cant get to you unless you choose to come to them. So they sent me as a messenger. " She cocked her head to the side, like a birds. "I might not be anyone who matters to you," she said, "but the next time it will be. They will keep coming for the people you love until there is no one left, so you might as well come with me and find out what they want. "

  "Do you know?" Simon asked. "Do you know what they want?"

  She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamplight that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had.

  "Does it matter?" she said, and reached out her hand.

 

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