Chapter 1

Loosely based off the movie and story Fang Venom Must Die. Anyone can use the plot if they want.

"Clary? Clary!" Jocelyn Fray called frantically from the other side of the room. "Do I look okay, honey?" Jocelyn stood in front of the huge mirror, stunning in a simple white dress, a bow tied around her waist. Her hair was twisted into an elegant, yet messy bun, artful strands framing her beautiful face. A sheer veil hung from her hair, glittering with little stars.

"Oh, Mom, you look beautiful," 15-year-old Clarissa Fray whispered. She hurried to join her mother in front of the mirror. Clary Fray resembled her mother as much as her brother resembled her father –which is, to say, a lot. They shared the same red-orange hair and the same green eyes – both tearing up in the moment.

Music began to drift softly into their room. "Oh no!" Jocelyn panicked again. "It's almost time, Clary. What if Luke doesn't want me? What if he doesn't love me?" The pre-marital jitters had hit Jocelyn hard, but Clary was always there to reassure her.

"Don't worry," Clary said. "Luke loves you. You love him. You are getting married. You will not back out. You'll be fine," she added, after seeing her mother's frightened expression. "Anyway, it's time for me to go. You are not to back out. Understand?"

Jocelyn nodded quietly. Clary gave her mother one last hug, and a huge smile grew on her face. Her mother was getting married! Clary thought as she waltzed down the aisle, holding a small bouquet of lilies. The whole church was perfumed with the scent of them.

Small whispers broke out as the audience stood, and turned to watch the bride. Jocelyn step-walked down the aisle, smiling nervously until she spotted Luke. Then she grinned, and walked a little bit faster. Luke, Clary noticed, had strained smile on and had started to fidget. She giggled quietly.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to..." the priest droned on. This was the boring part of the wedding ceremony. Thankfully, they were coming to the good part.

"I, Luke Matthew Garroway, take you, Jocelyn Fray, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us." He gave a shaky smile.

Jocelyn beamed back. "And I, Jocelyn Marie Fray take you, Luke Garroway, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."

The couple continued smiling as the ceremony continued, until the priest spoke the words.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Luke cautiously leaned forward, and pecked her on the lips. Then they both laughed quietly, and the guests cheered.

Clary sought her parents, and found them talking to Jonathon. Luke was gazing adoringly at Jocelyn, and Jocelyn was grinning wildly at everyone.

"Congratulations, guys!" Clary hugged them.

Jocelyn laughed and said, "A new life, Clary! We're moving to New York!" Clary frowned a little. This had been the downfall of getting a new stepfather – moving away from her cosy apartment in Albany to a new life in New York.

"Oooh, the car should be here soon," Jocelyn interrupted Clary's thoughts. "We'll see you in a few weeks, 'kay? Love you!" She blew kisses at her daughter, and hurried towards the entrance.

"See you around, Luke," Clary smiled. "Enjoy your honeymoon." And with a final hug, he followed his wife.

"Bye Clary! Bye Jonathon!" The couple waved wildly at their children, and then departed.

"Bye, Mom," Clary said. And then, for the first time in a long while – "Bye, Dad."

3 weeks later

The speeding landscape was new, and somehow familiar, separated only by a thin sheet of glass. The girl laid her head against the window, sighing quietly again.

Clary had a small family, consisting of her mother Jocelyn and her 17 year old brother Jonathon Morgenstern. Once they had had a father – Valentine Morgenstern. He had been killed in war when Clary was 4. 12 years later, and Clary still missed her father. She would always miss him.

But now their small family had expanded when Jocelyn had married a man called Luke Garroway – an old family friend living in New York. Luke always joked around about how he had loved Jocelyn since they were children, but everyone knew it was true. Luke was a good man – the best stepfather anyone could ever want.

But moving back to New York seemed a bit unnecessary. Why couldn't Luke just move in with them? Clary thought.

"Clary? Clary!" Jocelyn smiled down at her daughter. "We're here." And right on cue, they pulled up at their new home. And as much as Clary wanted to hate this new place, she couldn't. It was perfect. Still a little dazed, Clary dragged her suitcase into the house, admiring the familiar furniture. They had stayed here once for a holiday, and Jocelyn had fallen in love with New York.

"Clary?" Luke beckoned. "This is your room." He gestured for her to go in, all the while beaming hopefully. Clary pasted a weak smile on, and looked at her new room. It was adorable – a cosy room, decorated with all her favourite colours of blue and green. It was so comforting, to see touches of her old room in this new life, and Clary had to admit Luke had done a great job making them feel welcome. Ok. Scratch that. Luke had done a fantastic job – there was even an extra room for all her art supplies.

She bounded out of her room and hugged Luke. "Thank you, thank you SO MUCH!" Clary shrieked. "It's AWESOME!"

Relieved, Luke chuckled and Jocelyn smiled. "See, I told you she would like it," Jocelyn chided. "See, Clary? You can start over again. I'm sure no one will remember you guys from, um, back then. You'll be fine at school tomorrow."

Clary froze. "What?" Jonathon's deep voice thundered from his room. "Tomorrow? WE just got here, Mom." He stomped out and glared accusingly at Jocelyn and Luke.

"I'm sorry, you guys," Jocelyn began. "But the school can't make exceptions for you guys. All they know is that you're going. No special treatment."

"We enrolled you the moment your mother agreed to move here," Luke continued.

Clary and Jonathon groaned. School TOMRROW?