Hello, everyone. I'm Aishwarya (pronounced ush-war-ya). I have another account on but that is used to write fics for The Vampire Diaries. This one will be used for TMI. Please feel free to check out my fics on my other page, Elena Gilbert 1992. The one called Yours is very, very dark and M-rated, and all of them contain bad words. You've been warned. This fic is loosely based on the book Girl, Stolen. It's about a blind girl whose mother's car is stolen-with her in it. This story isn't completely like it. Also, the pairings for this fic are Clace, Sizzy, Malec, all that shit, and it's AU and AH (if you don't know what that is, I'm guessing you live in a barn...No offense). Although I don't own TMI or any of the characters, I sure do own what I write. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Clary, I don't think it's right to leave you in here with the keys in the ignition. Luke just bought this for me yesterday. If it gets stolen..." Jocelyn trailed off. Clary groaned. Her mother was so annoying.

"Would you rather let your daughter freeze to death?" She challenged.

Jocelyn sighed. "But, Clary, dear-"

Clary cut her off. "Don't you Clary, dear me! Really, mom, what's the chance that a robber is going to wander on this very street at this moment?"

"Fine. But pay attention to who comes and goes." Jocelyn said in defeat. She walked away with the driver's side door open just a crack and the heater on.

Clary let her head fall back against the seats. Who'd have known that she would get the flu in the middle of her blissfully beautiful summer vacation? A week ago, she'd started coughing and throwing up, but her mother thought it was diarrhea. Until this morning, when Clary woke up and found out she was running a temperature of 104 degrees. Her mother rushed her to the family doctor, Alaric, leaving nine-year old Max, her adopted brother, at home with the maid. At the doctor's office, she found out that she had the flu and Alaric said she needed to be put on antibiotics. So here she was, sitting in a Walgreen's parking lot with the heat on, although it was a hot summer afternoon. So much for next week's Ice Bucket challenge at the Country Club's pool.

The sun was getting in Clary's eyes. She pulled the blanket over her head, but that didn't work. Then, grumbling, she put on her Ray-Ban sunglasses and went under the blanket again. Now that was much better.

Jace was walking to Walgreen's, humming absently to himself. Stupid Isabelle and her makeup crisis. Wiping her face with a rag wasn't going to incinerate her features, was it, now? But no, she wanted her Maybelline Eye Makeup Remover immediately, before Simon saw her smudged mascara. What a drama queen. Simon wasn't going to break up with her for messing up her makeup.

He passed a shiny black Mercedes that looked very, very new. There was a plush blanket thrown carelessly in the backseat. Jace shook his head disappointedly and went into the store. He quickly grabbed the Maybelline Eye Makeup bottle thingy, paying for it in cash and not waiting for the cashier to give him change. A pretty red-haired woman smiled at him. She seemed to be waiting for a prescription. He smiled back smugly and left the store just as fast as he'd entered.

As he walked past the Mercedes once more, he felt heat coming from inside. Then he noticed that the door was open a bit, the keys in the ignition. His eyes widened. Jace glanced around to make sure nobody was looking. Nobody was. It didn't take him long to make the decision of what to do.

Jace silently slipped into the car with his bag, closing the door.

Clary heard the door of the car close in her half-asleep state. "Mom? How are you back already?" She didn't emerge from the blanket, though.

Someone gasped. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Who the hell are you? And why are you in my mom's car?" Clary demanded. Her mother was right. Someone did get tempted by the car.

"What do you think? I'm stealing it. Are you honestly that stupid?" It was a boy's voice, slightly deep.

"Get out of here! Or I'll scream!" She threatened. The boy seemed unfazed.

"Too bad. We're leaving." The boy actually sounded bored. How was he bored?

"We?!" Clary yelled incredulously. "What makes you think I'll come anywhere with you?"

"Well, you've already seen my face, so I have no choice but to take you, too." He explained calmly.

At that moment, Clary had an idea. She was wearing sunglasses, and she hadn't shown her face yet, so maybe she could pretend that she was blind.

"I-I'm blind," She said as the engine started, hoping to God that he would believe her. She slowly came out from under her cover, looking everywhere but the boy's face.

As the car left the parking lot, Clary knew she had very less time to escape. "Oh, really? Take off your sunglasses to show me!" The boy ordered.

"It's considered rude to ask a blind person to take their glasses off." Clary said, her voice a bit shaky. Through the heat and her blanket, a certain fear had crept in, and it felt like there were icicles piercing her skin. She shivered.

"Oh."

They were nearing an alley now. Clary knew it was now or never. "Let me off. I won't tell anyone."

The boy laughed. "No, I won't! I'm not an idiot, you know." Clary could see him smiling, but glanced away.

"Please," She begged.

He sighed. "All right. There's an alley coming up. I'll help you out."

A second later, Clary heard the car come to a stop. She breathed out in relief. The boy opened the door, got out, and tugged Clary out of the car slowly. He led her to the alley as she pretended to feel around. Then, once she was on her own, the boy got back in. She started holding her hand out to fake-find the wall, but slipped. As she regained her balance, the sunglasses fell from her face as she continued walking. Forgetting to keep up the blind person act, Clary whirled around and picked up her sunglasses, not knowing that the boy was watching her carefully.

For a fraction of a second, she stared at him, wide-eyed, and then turned back around and ran.

The boy hopped out of the car to follow her. Clary was unnaturally slow today, because of her fever, and her footsteps were a bit more sluggish as well. She screamed. "Somebody help me! Help!"

But he caught her.

He dragged her back to the car as she yelled and kicked and scratched him anywhere she could reach, yet he didn't even flinch. She screeched, and then there was something cold and metallic-feeling against her head. Clary stopped breathing, and looked to the side. It was a gun. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

"Now," The boy hissed, "You're going to shut up, get in the car, and come with me without making a sound. Otherwise, I'll be forced to use this, and you don't want me to now, do you?" He asked. Clary shook her head. She was even more scared than she'd been before. What would he do after he got to wherever he was taking her? Would he kill her, rape her, torture her in any way? She hoped not.

He shoved her into the back of the brand-new car, still not moving the gun from its aim at her forehead, and Clary whimpered as she clicked her seatbelt into place. The boy started the car and began driving again. He looked angry, his golden eyes burning with a deadly fury. He ran a hand through his fair hair.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Clary whispered.

"Shut. Up." He answered, but lowered the gun after Clary ducked her head down. "Listen. I'm putting this away now, but if you say a single word, I'll shoot you. And it'll hurt. So if you want to live, keep your mouth closed until we get home."

"It's not my house, anyways," Clary muttered. The boy's head snapped back to look at her.

"What did I just say?"

"To be quiet."

"Thank you." He turned the air-conditioner on. "Who the hell turns the heater on in the middle of summer?" He asked himself.

To this, Clary didn't give a clever retort, but pretty soon, she was shivering. "Can you please turn the heater back on? I'm sick."

"Yeah, nice try. I can't trust you after that stunt you just pulled." He said, turning a corner that led to a deserted road. Clary bit her lip anxiously.

"Where are you taking me?" She demanded, adding a little strength to her voice. After all, it was hard to be brave when you were nearly a foot shorter than the person who was kidnapping you.

"No questions, little girl." The boy replied, to which Clary rolled her eyes.

This was going to be a long, long journey.

Yeah, I wasn't sure where to end it. And also, please don't mind it being short. This is my first time in months of writing without a beta (and if you don't know what that is, then do you live in a barn? No offense). Pretty please with a cherry on top review and favorite and maybe even follow this story. It gives me a lot of inspiration when that happens. Have a good day.