Amber's vision became blurred. She felt drunk, and alone- but she had Heather. "My fault," she whispered to the worried picture of Heather. "Sister, forgive." And a white light spread across her lids.
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"We don't know where to start." Magnus said as he tried waking Jonathan. "We barely know about Valentine, I only saw-" he broke off, cat eyes gleaming towards Alec.
"What did you see?" Ragnor asked, pushing back his white hair.
"The scene change from a window of a house." He smiled. "He's in the house."
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Valentine ran his hand over the oak wood of the back of a parlor room chair. His lips were curled into a smirk as he watched the girl struggle against ropes. "Don't worry, Clarrisa," he laughed. "You'll know soon enough.
He got up and moved towards the cell where he kept the warlock and the werewolf.
Heather's fangs bore and her eyes were dog like. She growled as Valentine stepped near. "How's your friend's condition?" He asked.
Heather looked like she was hit in the face with a brick. She un-wolfed herself, and tears filled her eyes, slowly escaping before she spoke.
"Mark the date, Valentine," she moved towards the bars. "February twenty-sixth, two-thousand seven. The day Amber died." She choked on a sob. "Out of all days, she went on my birthday."
A/N
Look who's back!
Sorry for the unconvince. I went on a semi-hiatus due to random anxiety attacks and school starting back up. This is a major year for me and I need to keep my grades up.
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City of Deadly Sins
FanfictionWhat if Clary was raised by Valentine? Clarissa Morgenstern lost her mother after she was born. She lived in an abandoned cottage in Berlin, Germany with her father and brother. This takes place in January of 2007. But what happens when an a attack...
