11So I started a Clockwork Angel one a while ago but I fell off track and then I thought of this version of it. (I just really wanted to kill Tessa off) So here it is, Cassandra Claire owns all the characters from both books and the scenes that I recreated.
Chapter 1
Will took his time getting to dinner. Jem was once again recovering from an accidental low-dosage of his medicine and Charlotte was busy overseeing the recovery of the newest addition to the institute. That left him, Jessamine, and Henry at a table for the entire length of dinner.
Maybe he would skip the affair altogether.
He smiled. Tessa. The silent brothers said she was going to wake up within the next couple of days and then she would be back to correcting and berating him as she had yesterday during her rescue. She had complained about losing her books and all he could imagine was her face when he would bring her to the library. She'd probably thank him and give him one of her wide-mouthed smiles.
He closed his bedroom door behind him, better safe than sorry, and strolled down the hallway towards Jem's room. He'd check on him first and then decide whether he could survive dinner, a task harder than slaying a million demons.
He didn't knock like usual, bursting in was one of his favorite ways of annoying Jem. Someone had to keep him on his toes, and Will was just the guy to do it.
It seems though, that today he should have knocked. Sitting on a chair next to Jem's bed where Jem was sitting up and talking was Sophie. But it wasn't their Sophie.
Well, it was Sophie. He could see her in the scar and alert brown eyes, both of which were now on a wrinkled face and buried beneath a bush of grey hair.
"Will," she said, her voice slightly deeper and wavering with age, "I was just about to go get you."
He was frozen in front of the door. "Sophie?" He asked, it came out like a question despite his recognition.
"Honestly, Will," Jem said. "You know it's her, now shut the door and come over here, she didn't come here just for you to stare at her."
Will pulled the door closed and slowly edged towards his friend and the old lady in front of him. "Why are you so old?"
She shot him a dirty look, "What, Will, goes through your mind that you think that's ok to say to an elderly woman?"
"She's from the future," Jem cut in, familiar with their arguments enough to know when to stop them. "She has something important for us to do."
"The future?" Will said, leaning against Jem's bed. "I assume I still look as devilishly handsome as ever?"
Sophie smiled, "Well I can't say you pulled off being dead very well this morning."
Will shrugged despite that comment making him feel like a hippo sat on his chest, "God giveth and he taketh away. You're all just lucky you could see this brilliance for as long as you did."
Sophie chose to ignore him. "As I was telling Jem, we were at your funeral when Magnus brought up that he had been working on a spell to transfer one back into the past for a little while."
"Magnus, Magnus Bane?" Will asked.
Sophie smiled. "Yes, you two come to be very close friends."
As Will processed this, she continued. "He said it was very difficult magic, and only one of us would be able to go back and even then only for a couple of hours. It would drain him, you see, and his magic would not be powerful enough to create the spell again for at least a century. Everyone agreed that it should be Tessa, seeing as how she was your wife."
Jem jumped and started asking questions at the same time Will was shouting, "My WIFE? My WIFE?"
And so she told them their future. Starting from today and up until Will's death. She told Jem of how he fell in love with Tessa and how she agreed to marry him. About how he increased his drug intake and increased his death rate leading to his eventual transformation into a Silent Brother. She told Will about his love for Tessa and how he eventually came to realize his cure was a lie and that the news came too late. She told him about what he and Tessa did the night of Jem's supposed "death" (Tessa, it seems, shared this dirty secret with her friends) and about their eventual marriage and their children. She led them through every battle with Mortiman and she left nothing out.
And then she paused.
The boys were silent. She took it as a cue to go on.
"And so this morning, Tessa declared that she would be traveling back to today. She wouldn't intervene, she merely wanted to hide in the shadows and see you again, Will. And, well, I disagreed. She is part demon, and though everyone says the shadowhunter blood seems to have won out, I know the truth. The demon blood burned away everything inside of her that was human and decent, all that was left was nastiness disguised as innocence."
She paused, looking into Will's eyes. "We never very much got along, Will. But the minute you passed I could see it in her eyes, the calculating way she watched Jem as he performed his duty as a Silent Brother. The way she watched your kids, waiting to abandon them as if she had died as well. I even thought back to all the death she caused after she was brought to the institute. And I knew. She is a devil, a wolf in sheep's clothing. And I couldn't let it happen."
"So," Will started, realizing where this was going.
She looked down, embarrassed. "So this morning, as Tessa began to step into the portal, I pushed her out of the way and entered instead."
"And now we know," Jem said. "We will not allow her to stay here with us, we will have her removed from the institute."
Sophie shook her head. "Even if she is not staying here, death and destruction will follow her. In your time her case is still a mystery and she will just be placed into a different institute. Not to mention Charlotte will be replaced for not accepting her. And, well, I think Will knows the other issue."
He did know, he had been fantasizing about that particular issue all morning. "So," Will repeated, again knowing where this was headed.
Sophie looked up and her wise, old eyes were strong. "I want you to kill her."
Jem gasped. "We can't- I won't- that's not-"
"I'll do it," Will said.
Sophie smiled and then she turned her head and looked past him. The portal was there, waiting for her to leave. She stood and shuffled through it as Jem's cries continued to erupt at Will. And then, everything returned to normal.
"Will, you will not kill an innocent-" Will slapped a hand over his parabati's mouth.
"Jem, as soon as she wakes up, I'm gone. This demon will kill people we love, seduce me, seduce you, and create offspring that God only knows how evil they will be. I have one chance to avenge my death, and I'm going to take it."
He pulled his hand away and waited for his friend's permission.
Jem looked down. Will counted the minutes.
"Sophie did say she was more demon than human." He mumbled.
"She'll leech onto you too." Will reminded him.
Jem winced. He balled his hands together on his lap. "Do it."
He looked up, eyes fierce. "Save us both."
Will closed the door softly, not yet ready to face the sleeping form on the bed. He had told Charlotte that Henry was on fire and promised to watch Tessa for her. But she wouldn't be there to watch in a couple of minutes.
He took a deep breath and felt nothing but calm determination. He would not regret this.
Turning, he saw it. It, not her.
Brown hair spread across a white pillow, pale lips open just enough for each tiny breath, light blue blushed eyelids with long lashes shadowing high cheekbones.
It was beautiful, but beauty is the way evil disguises itself.
He approached the bed, lifting his seraph blade high.
Hands steady, mind set, he smiled. "Goodbye, Tessa."
He brought the blade down and she opened her eyes. "Will!" she gasped.
Black blood bubbled up around the blade, and Will stepped back from the mess it was creating.
"Will!" she screamed. And with a roar of black flames she disappeared.
Sophie was right, she was a demon through and through.
Clary looked smiled down at Jace, watching the fire in his veins travel through him. He would be alright, he was still Jace.
He reached a hand up, toward her face, but they never touched. His hand disappeared.
"Clary!" He shouted in alarm. She jumped off the bed as he ripped the blankets away, as he slowly disappeared from the feet up.
"I'll get a Silent Brother!" She shouted, sprinting for the door where they continually stood during her visits.
"I love you Clary!" He shouted desperately, and she turned.
He was gone.
The floor seemed to rush up at her, she was falling.
"Clary,"
Jace, I'm coming, she thought.
"Clary,"
Jace, she thought.
"Clary,"
I'm coming.
"Clary," Simon said, shaking her. "Clary, are you alright?"
She opened her eyes. It was dark, but bright multicolored lasers illuminated the unfamiliar bodies around her as they swayed and grinded on each other. She was on the ground.
"Simon?" She asked, automatically reaching to let him pull her up.
"I thought you just weren't listening, but then you fainted. Are you feeling ok? You should probably go home, get some rest." Simon's eyes roamed over her face, searching.
A glimmer of red caught her eye and she looked past Simon at it. A girl, tall and skinny in an old-fashioned floor-length gown was walking backwards through the crowd. Her long black hair fell past her hips and a fist-sized ruby glinted on a chain around her neck, the red that had caught Clary's eye. She was staring, beckoning, at a boy following her as though he was in a trance, blue hair spiking straight up.
I've seen this before, thought Clary, but just as the thought came it disappeared. She was left with a slight feeling of déjà vu. The girl leaned back against what seemed to be a supply closet and pulled up her skirt to show kinky thigh-high boots. The boy closed in and opened the door behind her, spilling them through the doorway. Just as the door was about to close, Clary caught a dark head slipping in after them.
She sighed, just another couple doing it in a closet.
"-sound ok?" Simon was finishing. She nodded, she hadn't heard anything he had said but she trusted him. Her head swam, something didn't feel right.
Simon grabbed her arm gently, holding her steady, and led her out of the Pandemonium Club.