a few months ago i started a fanfic similar to this, and i hadn't updated it in a while, and i wanted to start fresh. I had a bunch more ideas, and things I wanted to add. So here it is:

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disclaimer: i own nothing but the story, all rights to original authors. thanks.

The castle was cold. If Ethel had mopped the floor with water, the ground would have been paved with glistening ice, making it nearly impossible to walk on. But luckily she hadn't, which wasn't out of the ordinary for she had never really done her job properly. And no one in the castle seemed to mind very much.

Clary was not fond of how dark it had become in the castle so early. She hated the dark, for she didn't know what lie ahead. Walking in her own castle, down her own hallway was no exception. And the cold didn't make it much better. Cold and dark, like a dementors breath, or just being in one's presence for that matter. Clary shivered, and rubbed her pale arms. She had come from dinner, and wanted to get a goodnight's sleep before her big day tomorrow. A day she had been waiting for for months.

She finally reached her bedroom, and twisted the handle. The door squeaked as it opened slowly, and gave way to her elaborate sleeping chambers. A giant bed lay in the center of the room, covered in pillows and blankets, all in different colors and patterns. Her vanity was piled with many different assortments of makeup and powder. Her walls hung a wide variety of seraph blades, and knives that her mother had given her at training. And canopy hung from the ceiling, a mirror reflected off of her huge walk in closet dresser.

She walked in, and something seemed out of the ordinary. Ethel's rags and bucket of water sat on a stool in the corner of the room. She turned on the light immediately. "Ethel?" Clary said aloud, wondering if her maid had stopped by to see her. But there was no reply, only eerie silence. She changed into her pajamas that where laid out on her bed for her, and gingerly took off her crown, and set her stele next to it. Clary snuggled into her covers, and tried to close her eyes.

And that 's when she smelled it. A strong coppery, metal smell, that burned a hole in her nostrils. Clary let out a disgusted noise, and sat up. Clary got up and closed the window, for the smell could be coming from outside. She pulled back her covers and began to lay down again when she stopped. Her dresser called to her, as if it was saying "Get up, come here, I've got a surprise for you."

Her stomach churned. The smell was getting to her, and she had a headache.

She felt as if someone grabbed her by the hand, and was pulling her towards the dresser. The dresser she used to trace with her finger, finding cool patterns in the wood with her best friend Simon. He long gone now, in the south, leader of her very own vampire biker gang. She hadn't seen him in years. Her mother used to laugh at them for playing such a stupid game, saying they had so much more at their disposal, and playing with wood was a peasants game, but simplicity is what called to Clary. And still did to this day.

Clary pulled the handle of the dresser, and opened it. She almost fainted, for the smell was as strong as it had ever been.

Ethel lay on a shelf, her throat slit, and blood dripping down the wall. Her wrists were covered in deep bite marks. Her eyes were wide open, a single drop of blood rolled out of her mouth. Clary screamed and stepped back, putting a hand across her mouth to stop her from yelling anymore. She swallowed in attempt to shove the throw up back down her throat. Clary grabbed a seraph blade from a nearby shelf, and held it out aggressively, for the thing that did this to Ethel could still be around. She looked around, circling around herself, not knowing what to expect.

Her closet was huge, anything could be inside that cave, hiding behind boxes or totes. She turned to leave, run to her mother and guards for help, but she was stopped, by a hot hand, and the tip of a cold knife.

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"don't move."

And she didn't. Clary dropped her seraph blade, and put her hands up. She was staring at two vampires, one brown haired, and the other blonde. One blue eyed, the other hazel. The brown haired one smirked, and brushed her hair off of her shoulders. While the blonde one pointed a knife at Clary, which was hardly necessary, she had her fangs to handle that job.

"Did you do that to her?" Clary asked, nodding to Ethel, starring at the two vampires.

"Took you long enough to figure that out." said the brown haired one, stepping closer. "We thought you'd never come."

"What do you want from me?" Clary asked

"We? Oh we don't want anything." said the blonde one, "We're delivering you. We're just doing out job."

"To who?" Clary said, and then the brunette one smiled.

"I guess you'll just have to see." she said, and seized Clary's arm as the blonde one lowered the knife. Clary tried to wriggle free, but it was no use, the vampire was too strong. They dragged Clary out of her dresser, and then to the window. Vampires moved so fast, that Clary didn't know what they were going to do until they did it. Moving as fast as the speed of light.

"And don't try to run." said the blonde one, who's name turned out to be Caroline, "I hear shadowhunters' blood tastes the best. Almost angelic?"

"Stop Car." the brown haired one said, who's name was Katherine. "He said he wants her alive."

"He?" Clary wheezed.

"Oh come on. Just a taste?" Caroline's eyes darkened and the veins around her eyes thickened. So this is what vampires are like? Clary thought. Clary had only ever been this close to a vampire when she had seen Simon after he first turned, but that was years ago. And other than that, her mother didn't want Clary any closer to something so horrible.

Clary trembled as they opened the window, only in her pajamas, and a gust of cold air blew through the room. "Such pretty hair." Caroline smiled, and twisted her finger around Clary's long, red, locks. Clary just rolled her eyes and looked around the room for a blade, something sharp. But even if she did find something, it would be no use to her.

Before she knew it they were outside on the castle grounds and running towards the forest. Clary was being dragged along, since she couldn't keep up. And the bottoms of her pajamas ripped, and the seams pulled loose. Who was she being "brought" to? And Jace! Oh Jace. What would he do? Surely he would look for her? Isabelle? Alec and Magnus? Her mother, the queen? Her people? The wedding?

Soon enough they were in the forest, and what lie beyond the forest was none other than Lake Lyn.