"You can't take that in here," the well-built bouncer said.

Clary watched from the window with disgust as the Eidolon demon grinned playfully. "Aw, come on," he said. "It's part of my costume."

"No need to sneer at the window, sis," a voice said from behind her.

Jonathan, her seventeen year old brother that didn't look anything like her, lazily leaned against the door frame. He wore a lopsided grin and posed a relaxed stance. Clary stuck her tongue out and made her way over to him. "Come now, Jon," she said with a grin of her own. "I'm only getting amped up to kill him."

Before Clary could escape out the door, Jonathan grabbed her leather clad bicep. "You've been having nightmares again," he stated bluntly.

Without answering, Clary ripped her arm out of her brother's grip and made her way to the club's lower level. Simon Lewis, her best friend, heard the tapping of her heels and anxiously awaited her.

"He's right you know," Simon admitted honestly.

Clary shot him a glare. "Having such good hearing does you no good," she huffed.

Simon rolled his eyes and followed in suit as Clary made her way to the dance floor. Jonathan joined Simon moments later, watching his sister stalk her prey.

"You'd think that after having the same nightmare sixteen times, she'd be a little less touchy about it," Jonathan spoke calmly.

Simon shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think it's the nightmares. I think the fact that her mundane self still doesn't know about the Shadow World is irritating her."

"Bane has apologized countless times. It's our mother that is the problem. Lucian has explained to her that it would be best for Clary to know her heritage," Jonathan sighed. "But she just doesn't think he's right. She seems to think that Clary wouldn't be able to handle the Shadow World. Clearly, Clary can. She's the best Shadowhunter out there besides me. She exceeds all expectations."

"And Jocelyn still doesn't know about you?"

It was Jonathan's turn to shake his head. "Strong glamour created by Clary herself. . . And even though Clary is under the influence of Bane's magic, her sub consciousness still recognizes the runic magic, so she's able to see me."

Simon's eyebrows scrunched up. "When did she create the rune? Jocelyn's been taking her to Magnus ever since she was two."

There was a mischievous glint in Jonathan's eyes. "That was my fault. Being a curious three year old, sometimes things happen. I had found our mother's stele in the bathroom one day and brought it to Clary so we could investigate it," he smiled softly, reminiscing. "I gave Clary the stele and she drew a design on my arm. The next thing I knew, my own mother couldn't see me. I thought I was going to have to learn how to do things on my own. She never found the stele, Jocelyn, but Lucian did. Clary had hidden it under her dresser. For a two year old she was extremely smart and cunning. When Clary showed Lucian where the stele was, he immediately asked where I was. Clary had given him a toothy grin before pointing at me."

The vampire shook his head in amusement. A lapse of silence settled between the vampire and Shadowhunter. Clary led the demon into the back storage room. Jonathan started to follow, but noticed three people go into the storage room behind his sister. His eyes narrowed and he sped up. The three people were Shadowhunters, Jonathan had no doubt about that, but he didn't know why they decided to meddle. Before following Jonathan, Simon had glanced at his watch. Sixteen minutes until midnight; until Clary would begin to think of the world like a mundane.

"Sixteen minutes, Jon," Simon called after him.

Jonathan jogged over to the storage room and thrust the door open. There were two males; one black haired and one golden haired; and a female, who looked to be the sister of the black haired boy. They didn't advance; they sat back and watched.

Clary had the demon tied up and laying on the floor under her sharp heel. "Valentine is alive," he shouted. Clary stiffened. "He's going to kill all of you. Painfully." Moments passed and Clary pressed her heel down harder. It was doing a bit of damage due to the runes carved into the shoe. "You. . . You're his─"

"Go back to hell," Clary spat and pierced his chest with her seraph blade.

Jonathan ran forward and took the seraph blade from his sister. He glanced at the clock on the wall. "You have thirteen minutes." He nodded behind him. "And we've got company."

Simon stood silently behind the three Shadowhunters with his arms crossed. The three Shadowhunters stepped out of the shadows. "I've never seen you around here before," the golden haired boy said.

"I could say the same about you," Clary replied scornfully with a bit of snark.

The boy held up his hands in surrender. "I'm not looking for enemies."

Both Jonathan and Simon looked at the clock. Time was ticking and they still had to get Clary back home. Clary looked back at her brother and grinned. "We'll be home before midnight. Don't worry so much."

The Shadowhunters glanced behind her and saw nothing. They became concerned that this girl in front of them was crazy. Simon joined Clary and picked up the whip that used to sit around the demon that had shriveled up and gone back to its home dimension.

"I don't think you have time to take a cab," Simon whispered.

"We'll use the alley then," Clary suggested and walked toward the exit that opened up into the alley.

The Shadowhunters chased after them, but Jonathan blocked the exit from the outside, preventing them from getting out. Clary drew a rune on the brick wall and a shimmering portal appeared. From what Clary could see, it wasn't going to take her back to the apartment. The portal was going to take her to Magnus Bane's, the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Clary shrugged and stepped through. During the night while Clary thought like a Shadowhunter, Magnus was like an uncle to her. A glittery, flamboyant uncle.

"Magnus's?" Simon questioned. "You know what? Never mind. I'm not even going to ask."

Magnus was standing adjacent his floor length mirror, waiting for Clary, Jonathan, and Simon to step through. When the three of them were successfully through, Magnus took them into his living room.

Jonathan, standing with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at Magnus. "What are we doing here? Clary has to be in bed before midnight."

"Loosen the leash, Jonathan," Magnus replied. "Clary is due for a visit in two days' time. Has she been showing any of the telltale signs?"

"Nope," Jonathan said, popping the 'p'. "Mundane Clary is very timid. It's like she knows what kind of things are in the world and she doesn't want to alert our mother. Little Clary has been good this time around."

Simon nodded in agreement. "She won't always come with me to Eric's poetry readings at Java Jones," he piped.

Both Magnus and Jonathan gave him a look. "Well, who would? They aren't the best." Magnus grimaced. "Anyway, if Clary isn't showing any signs, chances are Jocelyn won't be taking her here. If she's not taking her here anytime soon, the block I put in Clary's head could be undone."

A grin plastered itself on Jonathan's face. "Then we could go visit Idris. I'm sure the Clave is wondering who this mysterious Shadowhunter is."

"I wonder who those Shadowhunters were," Clary yawned.

Jonathan noticed how tired she was and took a seat next to her. He pulled her into his side. "I think you should go to sleep. We're going to stay here a bit longer, so I'll make sure you're in your bed for when you wake up."

Clary smiled gratefully at her brother and laid her head on his shoulder. The boys waited for Clary to fall asleep before talking again. Their conversation didn't get very far before Magnus's boyfriend walked in. Jonathan nor Simon had ever met his so called 'boyfriend'. When it turned out to be the black haired boy from Pandemonium, Jonathan almost roared with laughter.

"You're dating a Shadowhunter?" Jonathan laughed quietly. He looked at the boy. "Do you pay him for his services?"

Simon roared with laughter, forgetting that Clary was asleep. Offended, Magnus smacked both boys upside the head. "How dare you. I am not a prostitute."

"Don't tell me you haven't thought of it," Jonathan waggled his eyebrows.

That earned him a smack across the face. Magnus turned to his boyfriend. "I apologize, Alexander, for their behavior."

His face had a reddish tint to it. "Magnus, who are you talking to? Besides that vampire?"

"Oh, I forgot that you can't see him. His name is Jonathan and the girl that used to be sleeping, that's Clary. The vampire goes by Simon."

"You guys were the ones at Pandemonium," he said. "So Clary's seraph blade wasn't actually floating in air."

Jonathan shook his head and raised his hand. "That would be me."

"How come we couldn't see you?"

Clary, in a small voice, responded. "Glamour. It was a─" Her eyes widened before she passed out.

Jonathan cursed. "Sorry, Magnus. It looks like Simon and I are going to have to go. We'll see you tomorrow." He scooped up Clary and went back into Magnus's bedroom.

Luckily, the portal from before was still intact and it brought them to their final destination, the apartment. Jonathan quickly ran Clary into her room before rejoining Simon in the living room.

Morning came rather quickly for the Frays. Jonathan sat on the edge of his sister's bed and waited for her to wake. She'd be her mundane self when she woke, and it pained Jonathan. He wasn't kidding when he had told Magnus that Clary was timid. It was almost as if she was afraid of her own shadow.

"Jon," Clary groaned. "Shut the blinds."

Jonathan chuckled. "It's time to get up, Clare. Lewis called and said that Luke needed our help. He just got in an order of books. Manga I think."

Clary was wide awake. "You go make breakfast while I finish getting ready."

Her brother nodded and went to the kitchen. Clary picked out a paint splattered t-shirt and ripped jeans. After pulling them on, she quickly ran a brush through her hair before heading to the kitchen. Her mother sat at the table eating the breakfast that Jonathan must have cooked.

"These are good," her mother mused. "Since when could you cook?"

"Jon- I mean, I looked up a recipe and decided to try it out. I'm glad you like it."

For some reason, Jonathan didn't want their mother to know about him. He didn't explain it to her very well, but she trusted him. "So what are your plans for today?"

Clary grinned. "Luke just got in a new order of Manga books. I'm going to go help put them on the shelves."

"You mean you're going to read them?" She teased. "Are you and Simon going out tonight?"

"Eric has a poetry reading at Java Jones that Simon and I are going to."

Her mother grimaced. "Maybe you should stay home."

Clary shook her head. "I promised Eric I'd be there to cheer him on."

Jonathan walked alongside Clary as they made their way to Luke's bookstore. Clary didn't seem to notice, but Jonathan could sense the movements of werewolves in the shadows. It was Luke's pack, no doubt, but Jonathan didn't know what they were doing. They walked the few blocks in silence. Simon was waiting for them outside when they arrived.

"Luke's waiting for you inside," he told Clary and watched as she ran inside the bookstore.

"What was Lucian's pack doing, following us?"

Simon rolled his eyes. "Calm down. There was a demon sighting early this morning near your apartment. Magnus put enchantments on the apartment building as an alarm system. I told Luke what that Eidolon demon from last night said and he sent his pack to watch over her."

"I can handle it," he huffed.

"Everyone knows you can, Jon. They're only there for extra protection. Especially since Clary doesn't know how good of a fighter she is."

Jonathan sighed in defeat. "Fine." He looked around. "Tell Clary I'll see her at Java Jones. I've got some business to take care of."

"Be careful, okay? Shadowhunter Clary would kill me if something happened to you," Simon muttered.

The Shadowhunter gave the vampire a mischievous grin before disappearing. Simon shook his head and met up with Clary inside. She was sorting through Manga books when he found her. He leaned up against the bookshelf. "Jon said he has something he has to do and that he'll meet you at Java Jones."

Clary jutted out her bottom lip in a pout. "He always has something to do during the day."

"It's really important this time. Besides, you two can have bonding time at Java Jones."

Clary sighed and closed her eyes. "All right," she said, opening them. The intensity of her green eyes startled Simon. There was something in them that he couldn't place. "I'll kill him if he doesn't show. We're not going through this torture alone." Then she was back to her innocent self. "Luke finally has the entire Fairy Tail series!" she squealed. "He also has all of Black Butler and Fullmetal Alchemist. This is great. Maybe he'll let me borrow them."

"Just bring them back when you're done," Luke laughed from behind her. "I practically don't have a Manga section in the store anymore."

Clary gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Luke. I'll be sure to return these when I'm finished. Better yet, Jon could do it." She grinned. "Yeah, that sounds like a fantastic idea."

Luke shook his head in amusement. "Making your brother return them for you. What a sister."

"He needs to get out more," she replied in a bored tone. Her eyes bore the same intensity as before. "He's coming for us." And just like that it was gone. "I feel like I haven't had Java's coffee in forever! I can't wait until we go."

As Clary continued to talk to Luke, Simon pulled out his phone to text Jonathan. There is something going on with Clary.

He replied instantly. Is she okay?

I don't know. I'll explain later.

Maybe I should join you guys.

Simon almost regretted texting him. Stay out. We've got it here.

With that answer, Simon didn't receive a reply. Luke was watching Simon closely. Simon sighed. Luke could obviously tell that something weird was going on with Clary. He's coming for us? What's that supposed to mean? Who is 'he'?

A giggling came from above them. Clary sat atop one of Luke's bookshelves swinging her feet absentmindedly. Simon's eyes widened. "Clary, get down from there! How did you even manage to get up there?"

"I climbed," she responded seriously.

The block that Magnus had put into Clary's mind had to have been coming undone. For the rest of the day, both Simon and Luke kept a close eye on Clary. After a while, the intensity in her eyes came back, but for longer. He's going to kill everyone, she would say. He wants the cup and he will do everything in his power to get it. Even if it means killing family.

Luke concluded that she was talking about Valentine Morgenstern, her father. Valentine had wanted the cup so he could make everyone in the world a Shadowhunter. He claimed it was selfish that they were keeping these extraordinary abilities to themselves. Although teaming up with demons is most definitely not the way to go about it.

Excited to finally spend some time with her brother, Clary skipped all the way to Java Jones. Simon laughed to himself. Little did Clary know, her and Jonathan spent every waking moment together as a badass team. Jonathan was already at Java Jones waiting for them. He smiled at Clary before leading the two to a sofa in the back. They sat in silence as Eric read his terrible poetry, always including the word 'loin' in each piece.

During one of his poems, a familiar looking golden haired boy sat on a sofa adjacent to theirs. He kept glancing at Clary every few seconds. Clary's eyebrows furrowed together. Why did he keep looking at her? Then, out of nowhere, he got up and walked out the back entrance. Entranced, Clary got up and followed him. Jonathan and Simon were confused to say the least. The golden haired boy led Clary into the alleyway.

"Who are you?" Clary asked.

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Me? Who are you?"

Clary frowned. Why was he answering questions with questions? "Why do you keep looking at me?"

The boy sighed. "My name is Jace Wayland," he introduced himself.

"Clary Fray," she said, sticking out her hand.

Jonathan and Simon took this time to interrupt. "Clary, what are you doing?"

"Jon, meet Jace."

Now Jace was really confused. This girl was friends with a vampire? Alec had told him that she was friends with the same vampire that was at Pandemonium, but he hadn't really believed him. Alec had also stated that Clary had a brother who had a glamour on.

"Uh, he's the one with the glamour on right?"

It was Clary's turn to be confused. "What is a glamour?"

Jace laughed. "You're kidding right?"

Jonathan was about to say something when Clary's phone went off. She picked it up. "I'll be home soon, mom."

"No, Clary. You listen to me. Do not come home. Go to Luke and tell him that Valentine is alive and he wants the cup," her mom shouted into the phone.

"Mom?" Clary's voice wavered.

The line disconnected.

Won't be continuing this until my other story, Fallen, is finished. Which won't be long.