Casey sat down on the bench that he had sat on so many times in his dreams. These dreams were so vivid, almost like they were reality, things that had already happened.

The dreams had first begun at the age of eleven, but he had not told his mother. At first the faces were blurry and the voices too soft to hear, but as the years went on the dreams became clearer like when you wiped away the smears upon a window.

He had many of them, some of a man with cat like eyes and glowing hands, while another was about a man with blonde hair and bright eyes hugging a toddler with dark hair that looked oddly like Casey.

But this was his favourite one, and not surprising either. This one was set in a meadow in summer time, the sun shining while a cool breeze caressed the faces of those within the dream. There was a man in his late twenties in the meadow, along with his two children.

Twins, two boys. The dark haired boy was the same from the dream with the blonde man, and Casey longed to know who he was. The other little boy was the most beautiful child Casey had ever seen.

His hair was pale blonde, so blonde infact it was almost white. He had long eyelashes that brushed against his cheeks when he blinked and his eyes were such a dark brown that upon first glance you would mistake them for black.

Just like he always did, the man sat on the green grass, grinning as he watched his two children chasing one another. Normally when Casey went through this dream he could never hear what the children were saying, he could only hear the father cheering on his children.

But not this time. This time Casey heard it all and watched as it all unfolded before his eyes.

"Come on Jonathan." The small child laughed, his raven hair falling in his eyes as he turned to face his brother, still running.

Jonathan. That was the boys name. It was amazing, they were so young and yet their words were so advanced.

The blonde child increased his pace, his giggles carried in the wind. The dark haired boy won the race, bounding into his father's waiting arms. He hugged his son tightly, kissing the top of his head. The other child reached their father, pouting.

"Don't pout Jonathan." Their father laughed wrapping his other arm around the child. "There will be other races."

"But Casey always beats me dad." Jonathan whined.

Casey felt his stomach drop as he watched from the bench. The child's name was Casey. With his raven hair and bright eyes, Casey had trouble pushing back the thoughts that this child could be him. It was impossible.

"It's not about who wins Jonathan, it's about who hits the hardest. If you give your all and you still lose, learn from that and know that there will come a time when you will never lose again." The young man told his pale haired son with a small smile. He turned to his raven haired son next who watched his twin brother and father with a small smile.

"And Casey my avenging angel, never lose that fire within you because it will give you the strength that you need."

The dream began to fade, the colours melting into one another and the last words he heard was the father telling his children that he loved them.

- - -

Casey sat on his bed, staring at the unusual object that lay before him. It was what his mother called a stele and apparently it was a Fray heirloom. Just like his sister, Casey had been given it on his eighteenth birthday, only he still had to yet find out what use it had.

It was similar to his sisters, almost identical infact. Except it was black and had the initials V.M on the side of it and unlike his sisters white one, Casey's was a dark charcoal. It was a perculiar object, long and slender with a white tipped edge. And on the body of it these unusual symbols were carved. But what was even stranger was the fact that these symbols seemed so familiar. He saw them in his dreams and on the bodies of those within it, but what meaning it held he did not know.

Casey's head snapped up at the sound of his door being opened. Clary entered. "Simon has a gig this evening and I have to leave now, but mum wants to talk to you." She explained.

"That's alright, I'll meet you at the club."

"Simon will be heartbroken, you're his biggest fan." Clary retorted, grinning. "Seriously though, I think he has a crush on you." She added.

"Isn't Simon straight?" Casey snorted, all too aware of the crush Simon had on his sister.

"Well yes, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't worship the ground you walk on. It's a little weird how obsessed he is with you," Clary remarked, tilting her head to the side.

"I don't know whether to be flattered or mildly worried." Casey laughed and waved his hand in the air. "You'd better get going, I'll meet you outside the club." "Okay." Clary smiled and headed for the door.

"Oh and Clary." Casey called, causing his sister to turn back. "Happy birthday."

"That is about the tenth time you've said that today Casey." Clary laughed.

- - -

Casey walked downstairs to find his mother pacing the length of the living room, a troubled look upon her face. "Mum, Clary said you wanted to talk to me?" He spoke, sitting on the couch, cleaning his glasses on his jumper as his mum sat beside him.

"Yes." She confirmed. "Casey, you and your sister are special."

"That's cute mum." Casey laughed, but his laughter ceased at his mothers facial expression.

"The stele I gave you, do you still carry it with you like I said?"

"Yes but -"

"Casey it was your father's." His mother told him bluntly. Casey felt the words trapped in his throat, his mothers words echoing through his mind.

"My father's." Casey repeated.

"Yes, but Casey you have to listen to me. There's more. You and your sister, you're shadowhunters. I wanted to tell you, but I wanted the two of you to have a normal childhood. And your memories still hasn't shown any sign of returning, but Clary's has and -" Jocelyn babbled, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Mum, shadowhunters? What are you talking about? Are you on drugs? Is it that guy on fifth avenue? Because Luke and I have been trying to shut him down for months -"

"Casey I'm not high." Jocelyn growled interrupting her son.

"Really? Because you're talking like someone who is." Casey snorted. He stared at his mother, waiting for her to tell him it was a joke, but there was nothing funny about this. "You're serious." He gasped, staring at his mother. "You actually believe this crap."

"It's the truth Casey." Jocelyn announced.

Casey narrowed his eyes, debating whether or not to play along with this whole facade. "Mum -"

"Casey look." Jocelyn pulled out her own stele from her back pocket and ran it along the inside of her forearm, revealing a symbol that looked just like the ones from her dreams.

"Y-Your not lying." Casey stuttered and swallowed hard. "Mum, my memories, does this have anything to do with my dreams?"

"You have dreams?" Her mother questioned.

"They started when I was eleven." He confessed, pushing back a raven curl as his mother tensed.

"Eleven? Casey the protection wasn't supposed to wear off that quickly." Panic filled his mothers eyes, and she urged Casey to continue.

"There's this child in them, with hair the same as mine but he's only a toddler. Sometimes he's with this blonde man and other times he's -" Casey was intending to tell his mother about the white haired boy, but he never got the chance.

"The child is you."

"But mum -"

"Listen Casey, please." His mother pleaded.

And so he did. He listened as his mother told him all about shadowhunters, what they did, how they did it, the runes they wore. She told Casey how his father had been a shadowhunter, just as Jocelyn herself was and that both Casey and Clary possessed the same abilities. As his mother continued, Casey found himself believing it more and more and had so many questions. All of which, his mother refused to answer. That was it.

"Go Casey, Clary is waiting on you. Don't tell Clary any of this, not yet. And remember, no matter what protect your sister."

"Mum, you can't dump all this information on me and expect me to just go on as if nothing happened."

"We have time Casey. Time for you to ask questions and receive the answers."

- - -

Casey grumbled to himself as he neared the flashing sign for the club. A shadowhunter. He was a shadowhunter. It was utterly ludicrous and yet it oddly made sense. Casey nearly fell to the ground as a body knocked into him, but the blonde steadied him before he fell.

"Holy shit, watch where you're going." He swore and looked at the man in front of him. He looked around his age, maybe a year or two younger. He had blonde hair and golden eyes and he was utterly beautiful, but unfortunately had a scowl upon his face.

"You can see me?" He asked.

"I think the better question is can you see me?" Casey snorted.

"That's the second one tonight. How do you have the sight?"

"Right okay dude, you're not invisible. I don't give a damn if you're high right now because it's my night off and dammit I don't have time to fill out a shit ton of paperwork if I find out that you are infact high and I then have to arrest you. Now I'm going into this club, and I'm going dance, guy or girl and I'm going to have one hell of a time." He exclaimed. He turned and entered the club, leaving the blonde staring at his retreating figure.

Inside it was ridiculously crowded and Casey suddenly remembered why he detested scenes like this. All the same he's pushed past all the sweaty bodies grinding upon one another until he finally reached the bar in the middle of the club. Sighing loudly in relief as he laid eyes upon Simon, he clapped him on the back as he gave Maureen a quick smile.

"Hey Simon, where's Clary?" Casey questioned, standing next to the dark haired boy.

"She just left a minute ago. She was talking to some guy earlier who wasn't even there." He shouted in response, his words just about coherent over the music. Casey nodded in response and bade him goodbye, weaving in and out through the crowd, finally catching sight of the red head.

He followed his sister, his eyes narrowing as she entered a room concealed by a curtain. Casey followed, entering without any real trouble. Inside was the blonde guy from earlier, a girl wearing a tight purple dress standing in front of him. A tanned girl with dark hair stood on a podium dancing while a dark haired and blue eyed boy stood in the corner of the room.

Momentarily, Casey was memorised by the raven haired dancing. She was gorgeous and her dress clung to her in all the right places. The young woman's body moved to the music and her eyes latched onto Casey's. She smirked at the eldest Fray and Casey's jaw fell open slightly at how utterly beautiful this girl was.

"Casey." A voice whispered, pulling Casey out of his intense attraction to the woman.

There at the sidelines stood Clary, he moved towards his sister, intending to grab her and get her out of his place, but he didn't get the chance to.

"Watch out." Clary shrieked and pushed the girl, on for the girl in the purple dress to reveal that she most certainly was not human. His mothers words from earlier echoed in her mind and Casey found himself swearing.

"Shadowhunters." He growled, not noticing the pair of hazel eyes on him. The blonde boy pushed Clary backwards with so much force that she fell to the ground. Casey rushed forward and pulled his sister upwards. "Get out." He hissed. "Now."

But of course, this was Clary and she never listened. Chaos broke out and another demon barrelled its way towards the golden haired boy, causing his blade to fall to the couch, closing in upon itself. He knew that this was what they called a seraph blade and he was suddenly grateful to have all this knowledge curtesy of his mother. The fighting continued and Casey watched as his sister picked up the fallen blade, only for the eldest sibling to snatch it away.

"Casey look out." Clary cried.

Casey turned round just in time to see the guy who had attacked the blonde, step towards him. Upon instinct, Casey wielded the blade, thrusting his arm out, resulting in the demon being impaled upon the blade. He heard his sister gasp from beside him, but Casey took no notice. He tossed the blade to the blonde who was staring at him in awe and astonishment.

"See me now you prick?" He taunted before grabbing Clary's arm and pulling her out of the club.

- - -

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