Introduction:

A young girl, with a depressing past, finds herself in a dangerous situation one night. Jace Wayland, manages to save her and becomes protective of her. She has never been cared of, and because of that, she believes that Jace has hidden motives. She thinks it's too good to be true. What do you think? Is she right, or wrong?

1. Dangerous Night

I was walking alone from work. I started working since 4 months now, and I'm 16. It's not that bad, but it's boring, but what else could I expect? I work at a theatre as a ticket seller. It's sometimes nerve-wrecking for me to talk to strangers.

I lost all my friends when I was 12 since I had to move to another city because of my parents who decided doing that for some reason. I had moved from London to New York. I still have my British accent though.

I work from 5 PM to 11 PM, sometimes I have to stay till midnight. Today, I had to stay 30 minutes longer.

It was a summer night, and the theatre I leave from is near downtown. Because of this, often when I walk from work to home, I see a lot of teenagers, around my age and more, out in the clubs. I've never really been to one, neither do I ever want to go.

I am always a little scared at this time of the day, no, night, when I have to walk alone from work to home. There are groups of young people around, sometimes on their motorcycle, sometimes in their cars or in a taxi, or sometimes just walking. But because I am alone, I don't really feel safe.

As I walked past the closed stores with their windows reflecting me in the night, I looked at myself in the reflection. I had dark, almost black wavy, and a bit curly hair, with skin that was not tan enough for summer, and eyes that were pale grey, that sometimes would turn green or blue on occasions. I was not very tall, just about 5'3, and I had lost a lot of weight as I grew up, probably because of depression. I was about 94 pounds.

I smiled at my familiar self in the reflection, feeling a bit safe for some reason. I was the only one to understand myself after all. I was the only one who I could be myself with.

I kept walking on now, my smile fading as I came back to reality. I felt nervous as I heard voices of teenagers from somewhere afar, screaming or having fun, whatever. I couldn't understand why teenagers did such superficial things. They try to show off themselves to each other and compete, and were simply nincompoops.

I heard a group of guys, the type of guys that draw graffiti on the walls, behind me. I gave a quick glance behind and then kept walking on with my head down. I tried to walk as fast as I could, without looking scared.

But they kept up with me. I knew I was more paranoid than I should be, and I always expect something bad that usually never happens, but this time, it seemed like my fear was actually coming true. The guys were now at the same level as me, on my side.

"Yo, look at that chic." I heard, making out what one of them was saying through the several voices.

I pretended that they didn't exist, and still keeping my head down, I kept walking at a fast pace.

"Is she pretty?" I made out another voice, speaking through their secretive laughter.

I couldn't help but give a quick glance. They were all taller, and more intimidating-looking. They were looking at me. My heart was beating really fast now. Should I run?

I was now almost jogging, hoping they wouldn't follow me again. But two of them came up and stood right in front of me, blocking my way.

I looked up at them, my eyes wide. I couldn't speak. But they spoke instead.

"Whatchya doin' all alone, girl?" said the first one.

"Pretty little thing, isn't she?" said the other one looking at his friend.

His friend looked at me up and down.

I finally found my voice. "Wh-what do you want?" I asked. I wasn't sure how scared I looked or how it sounded like, but they all chuckled.

"Why're you so scared? We're not going to hurt you." said one of them mockingly, as if it was a joke and they all chuckled again. I was subconsciously stepping back until I collided with someone's body.

Another one of those guys. He held my waist and turned me around.

"Be careful where you're going, girl." he said, smiling that immature wicked smile.

I tried to break free, but he didn't let me go.

"But it's too late now, isn't it?" he asked looking at his other peers like it was another joke.

This is a nightmare. But worse. Because a nightmare is something you can wake up from, but not this.

A girl came then, who looked like a stripper, intimidating as well, but at least she was a girl. It seemed like she knew them. She looked like what she saw she found nothing out of the ordinary, if only a bit amusing.

"Guys, c'mon, leave her alone." she said, trying to sound serious. "Look, she looks like a scared little kitten."

What else would they expect me to look like, happy and comfortable?

I looked at her with pleading eyes, because whoever she was, she could maybe, just maybe, save me from this.

But she didn't have any sympathy on her face, just amusement.

She came near one of the guys and pushed one on the shoulder. He looked annoyed.

"What you want, Serena?" he said.

"You still owe me that, you know." she said, talking to him about something I didn't know about.

"I'll give you tomorrow." he said casually.

She wasn't one bit intimidated by them. This perplexed me a little.

She started some kind of argument with the guy who was holding me, and now he wasn't holding me anymore. They were all looking at that stripper. I took this opportunity to slip and run. They noticed me.

One of them held my arm and stopped me.

"Let go!" I said instinctively.

"Yo Troy, what do you want from her?" asked the girl or stripper, or whatever she was.

"Just wanna have some fun!" The guy said defensively.

They all chuckled.

"It's not funny, let her go." she said as if annoyed with their interest in me.

He looked at her, loosening his grip on me. It seemed like they were sharing some kind of non-verbal communication, or whatever.

I took this chance to run as fast as I could. I didn't look back. My heart was beating and I wasn't even sure where I was going exactly.

After 5 minutes, I looked back finally, and sighed in relief as I noticed no one was to be seen behind me this time. But still, I was scared.

I stopped to catch my breath, and looked around. Just a few metres away, there was the back of a club where, a group of guys, and a girl on motorcycles were there, and just as intimidating, but in a different way.

They had leather jacket with hoods on. I had to run again.

Now I ran the opposite way, trying to avoid them seeing me, but the other way, I was sure those same guys would be there. I either had to go straight ahead or back, and it was a risk either way.

I stood there not knowing what to do. I wasn't even sure where this place was. I never came to such places here. I now heard the same voices of those guys from behind, the ones I just ran away from, and they were walking in the same direction I was. Great.

I didn't know if they were coming for me or not. But either way, if they see me now again, they would do whatever they were about to do before. There was nowhere to hide.

Who were more dangerous? These leather people with tattoos on motorbikes, or the previous people? I was stuck.

I didn't know the people with the leather on, I didn't now whether they were dangerous or not, though they look as intimidating, but I knew for sure that the previous ones definitely were.

I walked straight ahead, as soon as I heard their voices coming closer and louder.

I was almost crying now. It has been so long since I cried. I looked back and now they were visible, and I think they saw me too. I kept going straight, running ahead.

The ones with leather and motorcycles must have seen me running, but I didn't really care to notice as I tried to run as fast as I could.

Suddenly, I was pulled by two strong and heavy arms behind a wall. Before I could protest or scream, the hand forcefully clamped on my mouth so tightly that it hurt.

A guy's voice whispered in my ears, the breath of his voice tickling my skin. "Shh, don't scream or you'll regret it." the voice said softly like a parent would, but the words were ironically threatening, which made me more scared than I could imagine.

I couldn't speak. It's too late now, I'm trapped.

But from our hiding spot, I could see the group of guys, chuckling among themselves, walking, completely oblivious to us.

All of a sudden an invisible force pushed them down and they fell. They all looked scared and perplexed, as perplexed as me.

It couldn't be. This kind of stuff only happens in movies.

They tried to get up, and they were hit again, by something in the wind. How strange.

They all ran away, as fast as they could. When they disappeared, the grip holding around my waist and my mouth loosened, and I turned around to see a young man, maybe a few years older than me, with golden eyes, golden hair with the leather and tattoos. He looked intimidating.

I pushed him away. He didn't even move. I ran screaming. I don't care anymore. I just need to save my life before it's too late. I'm going to take any chance I can to get away from these people.

All the characters from the Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare, not me.

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