CHAPTER FIVE: DANGEROUS SPELLS

' mama, there is only so much i can do,
tough for you to witness but it was for me too. '

CLARY CLUTCHED HER BACKPACK'S strap as she struggled to keep up with her characteristic friend who's words were currently coming out in a blur as they both sped down the hall. Clarissa furrowed her brows as she struggled to understand the rapid words. "Jesus Christ, Val. Slow down. I can't understand you when you're talking crazy crap so fast."

Turning around with a playful smile adorning her lips, she spoke slowly to irritate her ebony haired friend. "Oh, really? Well then, I'll speak more slowly to match with your slow as hell mind."

Rolling her blue eyes, Clary snorted. Nodding her head as a sign to continue, she leaned against her locker. Valerie continued talking about her plan, "So, this spell is very dangerous in the witchy books apparently."

Clary nibbled on lip, anticipating the answer that filled her with dread and fear. "How dangerous?" Valerie looked around the busy hall, noticing the students that only paid attention to themselves. She took steps closer, lowing her head to Clary's short height as her words came out more cautiously and quietly, fearful of the ears that yearned for the gossip.

"Krista wasn't supposed to die yet. The cause of her death was a vampire — known as cold ones. So since it wasn't her time, we can actually bring her back from the dead, and it was guaranteed that she would live until old age." Clary widened her eyes as Val spoke more and more. She grinned a smile that Valerie hasn't seen for weeks. How she dreaded to speak those next words that would make her genuine smile disappear.

"But if we want to bring her back," she sighed, hating what would come out of her mouth next. "we have to sacrifice a person." She watched in sadness as the smile faded away from Clarissa's beautiful face. "The person can't be family, they have to be a person who loved Krista unconditionally."

They both knew already that the person was the blue-eyed Sinclair girl; she loved Krista the second she saw on her porch-steps, crying in the rain as it made the blood on her knees slide down her legs. She knew that she wanted to do anything in her power to protect the freckled little girl when she saw the handprints imprinted on her arms. She loved Krista like a sister, and she would a person pay if they ever laid a scratch on that innocent little girl.

So of course she would want to sacrifice herself for the Blake girl. If it meant that she would get to live a long life where she didn't have to worry have losing her life, then Clary would do that without hesitation. Because after all, she never did love herself.

Clarissa nibbled on the inside of her cheek, a determined look taking over her soft features. She raised her eyes to meet Valerie's. "I'll do i-" she was cut off by a deep call of her name. Snapping her eyes to the person, they fell on the boy who she has felt a connection to for weeks.

Paul Lahote.

Clary and Paul have been inseparable and always by each other's side after he had found her in a diner, furiously sketching a picture of the little girl he saw with the pack when they were on patrol. They felt burning hatred for the vampires when they saw the two marks on her deathly pale skin. How could someone do that to a little girl? He didn't know her name until Clary told him it as he comforted her.

Clarissa walked towards him quickly, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the busy hall, curious eyes following them. She rounded a corner to an empty hall, finally releasing his hand from her surprisingly firm grip.

She crossed her arms over her chest nervously, craning her neck up to meet his eyes. "I have to tell you something." Paul's eyes became worried, taking steps closer to her as his eyes studied her body for injuries. Clary put her hand on his bicep, almost jumping back when she felt the strong shock that rippled between the two of them. Her trusting eyes alone reassured him that she wasn't hurt. "Paul, I'm perfectly fine. I just have to tell you something."

Paul nodded, even taking more steps towards her. She took a deep breath, ringing her hands before finally meeting his dark, questioning eyes. "Do you remember me telling you about Krista Blake?" He nodded confusingly. "W-well, I'm a banshee."

He furrowed his brows, letting deep chuckles escape his lips. "Banshee? That's just a myth. Clary, what did you really want to tell me?" He joked, causing the girl to scoff and back up, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"I'm not joking, Lahote." All humor left his eyes when his last name tumbled from her rosebud lips — something that she only says when she's completely serious. "Look, I know that you think that it's a myth, but it's true."

He nodded, resting his hand on her waist and the other on her cheek, rubbing his thumb on her cheekbone. "I believe you, Clary." She smiled, resting her frail, small hand on his large one. Her sweet, happy smile brought his own to his lips. He never thought that he would love someone like he loved her. Hell, he didn't even want to imprint. But that all changed when he saw her standing there in the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest, her posture was filled with dignity and composure. Her baby blue eyes took his breath away, and her silky, short black as night hair made him itch to run his hand through her hair. And her plump, pink lips were made to match with his own. He just wanted to test it out for himself.

He leaned down, and she stayed there in her place — not sure what to do, but she was sure that she didn't want to move an inch in case if it made him miss her lips. But the calm and intimate moment was gone when they heard the loud ringing of the bell and doors slam open, pounding footsteps of many people filling the once quiet halls.

The sudden interruption made her jump away from him, her comfortable mood was replaced with the need to distance herself from any person who tried to get near her. She stuffed her hands in the leather pockets of her jacket, the warm feeling of his hand on hers vanished quickly. Her eyes awkwardly darted around the halls as he stood there, staring at her in admiration and love.

"We can talk about this later," she mumbled, walking quickly away from him and getting lost in the sea of talking students.

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Clarissa laid sprawled out on her bed, the sound of crickets and wind hitting her window filled her ears. But then the sound of tapping on the window mixed in with the peaceful sounds, causing her to shoot up in alarm. The fearful feeling was replaced with calmness when she saw Paul perched on her window sill, waving and grinning like an idiot. She laughed and got up, opening the window and letting him in. He towered over her small form as she wrapped her arms around herself in a fail attempt to warm her shivering figure. Paul only smiled at his imprint's cuteness.

Imprint; a name that he loved as much as he loved the name Clarissa Sinclair. The pack and him would watch in admiration and slight envy when Sam would pepper Emily with kisses. They didn't know what it was like to have an imprint, but now that Paul met the feisty and fearless Clary, he now knew what it was like to love to no end.

He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent that put him at ease. "How are you, darling?" He huskily breathed in her ear, causing her to let out a shaky giggle, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Darling, huh? What are we, a couple now?" She joked, but secretly hoped that he would say yes. He pulled away from her, causing her to pout slightly.

He arched an eyebrow, "If you want to be, I'm not complaining. I mean come on, who wouldn't want to date me?" She rolled her eyes at his cockiness, giggling when he tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her closer to him. Backing both of them towards the bed, Clary fell back with him on top of her, a playful smile on his lips as he hovered teasingly over her. Her breath caught in her throat when his lips skimmed hers. It looked like his lips were going to meet her pouted ones, but instead they found her nose, laying a light kiss on it.

"God,you're so fucking amazing, Sinclair."

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Omfg, I haven't updated this in months and when I looked back at it and saw how many reads it was getting, I WAS SHOOK.

But I'm so so so sorry that it took me forever to update it, I know that people kept asking me, but I was busy with homework and my cat is at the vet because she had to get surgery to get rid of a rare skin cancer that was mostly seen in dogs, but she's going to be fine!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!