Who: Clarissa Morgenstern, her ghost (Open to Cathy. Also Lindsey if he's around) What: Her last ghost When: Night time, just after sunset Where: Lindsey's and Cathy's house, spare bedroom/Lindsey's office Rating: High, violence Status: Incomplete
She'd hardly slept at all last night, despite her change of location and how tired she was. The image of Sebastian was still in her head. Just to be sure, she had requested to stay one more night, because if he came back and she was alone, she didn't think she'd handle it too well. She'd kept to herself most of the day, staying out of Lindsey's and Cathy's way when they were home, she didn't want to interrupt their personal life outside of the Welcome Center if she could help it.
The sun was starting to set when she came into the room that she was being given for one more night. She looked out the window with vacant eyes as a chill ran down her spine. Please, please, just let this be a normal night. No more visitors. Not good or bad ones. She didn't want to be reminded of the people she never wanted to see again, or the people she missed the most and also could not see.
Clary sat on the cot, watching the sun set, her mind wondering. She'd hardly noticed when it was dark, the only light in the room a lamp she had turned on. Clary was so lost in thought, she didn't even notice him standing there until he spoke.
"Good evening, Clarissa." her eyes went wide as the voice registered in her head. Clary sprang to her feet, spinning to see him standing by the door.
Valentine Morgenstern was a large man. And not the large man who hate too many hot dogs. The large man who looked like he could crush you with his fingers. He was very tall, over six feet, with broad shoulders. His hair was blonde, his face handsome. His eyes, she saw only cruelty in his eyes, though others might see charm. He was a good looking, strong man, and he was a horrible person. He was her Father, and she looked absolutely nothing like him.
"Get out." she said coldly, her hands bunching into fists. She did notice he was unarmed, but that didn't mean anything. Not really, he, like her brother, didn't need weapons to hurt her. Though he was no where near as strong, he had still taught her brother, and Jace, everything they knew. And Jace was the best.
"I'm your father, Clarissa, you will address me with respect." he took a few steps forward, and she took a few steps back. Her movement caused him to stop, and for a moment it almost looked like he regretted it. Regretting scaring her. Of course, it was an act. The man didn't feel a thing for her, he'd kill her in a second.
She almost laughed at his words. "You don't deserve respect. You are not my father. Get out!" her voice was a bit stronger this time, more demanding. He wasn't her father. Luke, for all purposes, was her father. He was the man that had helped raise and take care of her. He had protected her while Valentine had tried to kill her, and tried to kill everyone she loved.
"If only you could understand. I want us to be a family, you must know that. Your mother, Jona-"
"Don't you dare talk about my mother! After what you did to her, to me. To Jonathan? You turned him into a monster. You killed everyone in my family, you destroyed everyone. You used your own kids an science experiments."
Suddenly he was right infront of her, causing Clary to stagger back. "Hold your tongue, you insolent, naive girl. You have no idea what you are talking about." he said darkly, standing over her. He made her look like a midget that could be snapped in half. Or a tiny child who was still growing, when you compared how small she was to him.
"You're the one who has no idea what you're talking about. You have no compassion, you don't care about anyone or anything. Raziel blew a hole through your chest for a reason! Because you're more of a monster than the demons you once fo-"
Crack.
Clary fell backward as he struck her, her voice cutting on. She fell back into the wall, stunned be the blow. Not surprised by any means, but physically stunned from the impact.
"Tainted, useless girl. You've all lost track of the purpose to Shadowhunters. It is my duty to purge the weakness from our race, and I will see to it that humans are alone in our world."
Raising one to reach for her stele in her pocket, and gazed up at him while she gripped the tool. "Get out!"