An Outlaw.
An abomination.
A freak-of-Shadow-World-nature.
Part Werewolf.
Part Vampire.
Part Warlock.
Part Faerie.
Part Demon.
Part Angel.
Francine was living the life of a lab rat.
Tested on and Observed.
By none other than Valentine Morgenstern.
For years, ever since she was told her parents didn't want her, she was living under the Morgenstern's roof in Idris, being an experiment and a student of Valentine.
Until One day, he disappears to New York City.
But what if, months later, a certain red head and golden boy, who came in search of a spell book, stumble upon the Angel Ithuriel and her?
Will Francine be treated as an outcast?
Or will she finally find Love?
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Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based on The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. If you don't want spoilers in case you haven't read the original series, I would advice you to not read this. But then again, it's up to you. You have been warned.
{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desperately want to see him clearly for the last time.
"Clary, what are you talking about?" He inches towards me, his voice cracking and hand outstretched but I recoil from him. I've done enough damage.
"You are extraordinary, you're my extraordinary." He pleads with me, only making this harder.
"I'm not and by god I wish I was but I'm not. I have to let you go so you have a real shot at finding it because you deserve it and she, whoever she is, she deserves it too."
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You know what they say, sometimes when you love something you have to let it go.
Clary learns that the hard way.
Love cannot be bought, especially in a little pink vial labelled 'Liquid Love'.
Or can it?