[48]

"So…want to meet my mom…?" Clary asks me as we get on a bus. 

"No." I reply to her calmly with finality in my voice. 

'Maybe I could blackmail her into giving me the mortal cup or offer to "protect" Clary and or kill Valentine in exchange for it. I'm sure its a lot of stress keeping it hidden…' I say in my head while I feel Clary rest her head against my shoulder. 

'Also better go help the Angel…maybe he can help me balance my energies or whatever before I turn into a bomb…Magnus seems like a pretty decent perverted warlock…but I don't want to entrust my life to him…is my life even worth saving? and fuck…puppy love…' I groan internally. 

Three stops and one bus switch later we arrive at the bus stop across the street from Clary's home. One part of the three story brick building seems to be an antique/art gallery/shop…the two upper floors must 1 belong to Dot, 2 must belong to Jocelyn and Clary. 

A police vehicle is outside, one Mediterranean descent man stands by the car, a redheaded woman stands in the window looking out on the street from the third floor…clutching a curtain. 

"The cops are here…it's best I stay on the bus…a 30 year old guy bringing home a beautiful 17 year old girl wouldn't look great…especially not with those hickies on your neck…and other places." I say to Clary softly catching the interest of a couple women close enough to hear one woman glares at me in disgust but I can tell from the micro movements of her body and the arousal leaking into the air from her that she's turned on and jealous of Clary. 

"Mom will understand, so will Luke. I'll tell them the truth of what happened but leave out what happened between us…" Clary says to me softly as her grip on my arm tightens. 

'Its best to break any illusions that I'm some reliable hero vampire that will do anything and everything for her, just cause she's pretty and has a tight cunt…I'm not Stefan or Damon…' 

"Clary, stop being clingy…it's not attractive…" I say coldly to her and feel Clary recoil like I'd slapped the women eavesdropping also do the same. 

"B-but last night was special…" Clary practically whimpers like a kicked puppy. 

"For you…for me it was just a night of passion with a beautiful young woman…like many I've had before...you are but a speck in my long life, now go home…" I command Clary and watch as she starts to cry. 

"I-I don't believe you!" Clary suddenly snaps and stands up whipping her canvas ww2 bag over her shoulder, and marches off the bus and I release a sigh of relief as I also get off the bus using my speed and post up on the rooftop of the greystone building across the street from Clary's home.

'Was that really necessary…hurting Clary like that?' I ask myself internally, while using the memory of the angel dude and the possible holding cell that he is in plus the sparse knowledge that I remember from the books and tv series I try to pin down where the angel might be.

'If I remember right Valentine's allies own a small island near the Hampton's that's connected to the mainland through a land bridge and it's the site of an asylum…or private school…and…yes it was to protect her from me…I need to do the same to Izzy.' I say in my mind while trying to figure out where Valentine and the angel might be…while feeling my heart twisting in my chest.

"Is it really them you are trying to protect or yourself my husband?" I hear Lagertha's voice and I spin in a circle trying to spot her before looking above me, but I find nothing…but the building, the sky and the skyline…only what's supposed to be here.

'Either I'm experiencing a burst of psychosis…Lagertha's haunting me…or…or my own head is trying to get me to accept what happened and move on…to accept…that my heart…has developed places or is being filled in by new love...where only she and Freya have ever truly been…' I mutter in my mind whilst trailing off hoping to hear my beloved wife's voice…one more time when it's not egging me on to slaughter and destroy…

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'I'm angry more than I'm hurt.' I whisper in my mind as both of my uncle Luke's rush over and hug me, both of them are relatively tall but one's a lanky bookworm in flannel and blue jeans with his slightly to large glasses hanging on the tip of his nose, and the other is a ripped black man in dark gray slacks and dress shirt, both of them are head over heels in love with my mom. The black one's name is Lucian, while the white one's name is Lukas.

"Clary, we've been worried sick about you, we know you're a young woman now but you could have called, Lucian even put out an alert on you…because you weren't answering your phone after not coming home last night." Mom says as both men let go of me and she grabs my arms just above my elbows and squeezes just enough to be reassuring but not painful.

I look over my mom's shoulder to avoid looking into her puffy sleep deprived red eyes and see him watching me from the other side of the street. Any anger or hurt I might have had towards him or myself evaporates at seeing that he does care about me enough to watch over me from afar…

'I feel like Bella…during…New Moon.' I say in my head as I feel myself being squished by my mother's bone crushing hug.

"I'm sorry Mom…Uncle Lukes…I-I was attacked last night by a bunch of drunk guys…and then this really hot guy came and rescued me…I was so scared and felt so dirty…and safe with him I refused to leave his side and my phone was broken by those scumbags, and my savior didn't look for it he took me some place safe and held me while I cried and kept holding me because I asked him to…" I find myself confessing a bit of what happened last night, as I press my face into Mom's shoulder and start to cry.

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'Should I see if Izzy wants to help me rescue an Angel…?'