Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story!
Prologue:
It was dark when Clary left the Institute to head home. Jace made her call and stay on the phone with him until she got to her house. She hopped into a cab and told the driver the address, then went back to talking to her very over protective boyfriend.
"Jace, I'm fine. I got a cab and I should be home soon. You can stop worrying!" she said.
"I just want to make sure you are safe! You should have just stayed the night here, and left in the morning..." he said with a touch of worry and sadness in his voice.
"But if I had done that we wouldn't have slept, and I really need it! Anyway I have to go we are almost to the house I'll see you tomorrow. Love you!"
"Love you too, be safe!"
She hung up and looked out the window of the cab as it came to a stop. Instead of seeing her house, she saw the one person she had been trying so hard to hide from, and the core of her boyfriend's worry. Her Father.
Jace was starting to worry, Clary hadn't arrived yet and it was already 1. She was supposed to be here at 11. He decided to call Jocelyn and ask if Clary was still home and had forgot about coming over.
"Hello?" Jocelyn answered.
"Hi Mrs. Fray it's Jace. Is Clary still at home, she was supposed to be here at 11?"
"Hi, Jace! She is not I'm afraid. Didn't she stay at the Institute last night?" Jocelyn asked with a bit of worry.
"No" Jace answered "She got a cab home last night around 10."
"Oh! Well maybe she got in late last night and I didn't hear her, then left early to hang with Simon and lost track of time. I'm sure she's fine!" she replied trying to lighten the already down mood.
"Alright, thanks Mrs. Fray. I hope you're right."
With that he hung up and tried not to think of the possibility that Clary was kidnapped and could be getting tortured at that very moment by her own father that had many things against her.
No one has seen his little sister in a month and they were all certain that his father Valentine had Clare and the thoughts made Jon want to punch a wall. He missed her so much it truly hurt. He should have been able to prevent this. He should have been there to protect her and make sure that the cab went to their house and not somewhere else. Everyone had figured that the cab driver must have been one of Valentines men and had orders to pick up Clare and take her to an unknown destination for him. Jon felt bad he wished it was him that his father had taken, but he knew the only reason he took Clare was because of her power and the knowledge Valentine thinks she has. 'Why?' would long be a question that went through Jon's mind.
It had been three months and the torture from her father was starting to hurt less and less. The demon poison used to bring so much pain at first that Clary didn't think she would last very long, but it had just recently gotten better and had become less painful. She continued to scream each time though because the injection part was still painful but after that there was nothing. When her father first started doing this to her she would become numb and wouldn't be able to stand at all until the poison had run most of it's course through her body. She wondered why it was less painful, but she just allowed herself to be taken by this drug to a much happier place than her bedroom turned prison.
The Clave stopped looking for Clary around month four. And things had become very tense between the group of friends and family during that time. Jon, Jace, Izzy, Simon, Alec, and Magnus refused to give up though, they continued searching for their Clary. No matter how many times they were told it was useless, they just kept searching. The kidnapping had been worse for Jace and Jon, than it had been for everyone else. They were the two that had promised they would protect Clary with their lives and they both thought it was their fault she was taken. The adults had told them that they should take a break from looking. None had slept well since that night and could use the rest. They unhappily obliged and vowed to continue the search first thing the next morning. They all prayed to the angel that night that they would be able to find something. Anything. That could help them find their dear loved one.