Hi! My name is Carrie

So this is my first fanfiction... Sorry if the charcaters are a little OOC!

Clary POV

It's late and the institute is quiet. I got back from dancing at the Pandemonium hours ago, but I can't fall asleep. There's something wrong, and I can feel it. I didn't feel this way earlier. Not when Isabelle did my make-up and picked out my outfit (including her favorite pair of shoes). Not when Simon told us the new names Eric was considering for his band. Not when I danced with Jace and everyone else seemed to disappear. Not even when I returned to the institute and climbed into bed, still in the clothes Isabelle picked out.

I climbed out of bed. Only now did I feel it. I walk to my bedroom door. It feels like... The doorknob is cold under my grasp... A loss of control. That's what it feels like, I think as I step out the doorway. Someone else is controlling my actions. My stomach knots in dread as I ponder why.

I wish someone was awake to stop me, to save me, but church is the only one in the hallway. The cat barely notices me as I head down the hallway. I try to stop myself, but something has made it impossible. I'm only slightly surprised to find myself outside the institute, and I know what's coming. I feel a sharp pain in my head, and see a flash of silver as I crumple to the ground.

Isabelle POV

"Jace! Open the door!" I yell, pounding on his door.

The door swings open just as I'm about to knock again and I almost fall inside. He smirks at me. I glare at him, but get right to business, "Is Clary there?"

He looks surprised for a moment, "No, Why?"

I frown. This is not good. "Well, I went into her room to ask for my shoes back, and she's not there. I can't find her anywhere!"

He shrugs, "Why did you need your shoes at" he checks his alarm clock, "One in the morning?"

Shoes? I just told him Clary was missing and all he cares about is why I needed my shoes?

"No reason," I reply quickly, I had been planning to visit Simon, but he doesn't need to know that. "Did you not hear me? I said Clary's missing!"

His face pales visibly, even in the darkness. "That's impossible. You must have missed her. Clary wouldn't run away."

I sigh, "Maybe she didn't run away. Maybe she was kidnap-" I am cut off by him pushing me out of the way and running towards her room.

Clary POV

My head is pounding when I wake up, and it takes me a few seconds to remember why. I look around me. I am laying across three leather seats next to a tiny window.

"Private jet," a voice I've been wishing never to hear again says. "Pretty cool, huh?"

I sigh and slowly sit up. I'm surprised to find I'm not tied down in any way. Am I really considered that weak? Not even potentially dangerous? I turn to my brother and start to stand to give him a piece of my mind, but I fall back to the seat, panting.

"Careful there, you're still too weak to do much moving around," Sebastian says as if he didn't just kidnap me and take me away from everything I love. I hear him call someone over. I can't seem to concentrate, and it's taking a lot of effort to keep myself in a sitting position. A thin blonde woman with bright blue eyes comes over and places a cup of tea and some biscuits on the tray in front of me. She gives me a sickening smile and turns to leave, curtsying and smiling admiringly at Sebastian before walking back towards the front of the jet.

"Before you ask, no, she hasn't drunk from the Infernal Cup. She joined me willingly," he says with a smug smile.

"Probably because you black mailed her." I mutter angrily.

"I did not," Sebastian spits, but his smile is gone. "Enough, now eat. You need energy."

I look warily at the food in front of me, but my stomach growls, and I finally take a small bite. It is delicious, and there doesn't seem to be anything weird about it.
Sebastian smiles, "Now then, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either way, I will get what I want."

That doesn't sound good, but I guess for now I should be civil. "And what is that?" I ask politely, taking a sip of tea, as if nothing is wrong. There is something wrong with the tea.

"Runes, and obedience," he says, "and I know you don't want to give it to me, but you will, or you don't want to know the consequences."

"You're going to kill me whether I do what you want or not. Why should I bother?"

He laughs, but the drugs in the tea must have kicked in, and I'm unconscious before I hear his response.

Three Months Later

Alec POV

It's been months since Clary went missing. I can tell Jace still loves her, and still thinks he sees her everywhere he looks. The Clave stopped searching a long time ago, but we are still holding out hope she will return. We can't track her though, so for now we are just demon hunting and trying to move on. We are heading towards a minor demon invasion when Jace freezes.

"Clary," he says, pointing into an alley where I see a red haired woman walking.

"No, Jace. That's not Clary. That's someone else." I say sadly, wishing Jace hadn't been hallucinating.

He glares at me, trying hard to look intimidating, but I can see tears forming in his eyes. Wait- tears? It's been a long time since he cried publicly over Clary. Isabelle shakes her head and points again to the alleyway. Now I see it.

A lock of curly red hair peeks out from behind a huge dumpster. Jace is frozen in his spot. Isabelle runs over, and I help her push the dumpster away from the small figure. Jace is still in shock as we roll her over.

Jace POV

Alec and Isabelle turn her over, but I don't need to look to know who it is. I knew as soon as I saw the hair. There is this sick feeling in my stomach and my heart. I'd been working so hard to keep my heart together since she disappeared, but now it splinters into a thousand pieces all over again. Blood leaks from a recent wound in her chest, just about where her heart is. Her hair is tangled over her scratched face, and her clothes are torn, but she looks perfect to me.

I move her hair from her face and kiss her one final time. Her lips are cold and lifeless. I feel someone rubbing my back. I didn't even know I was crying until her face shines with my tears. I lift her gently and we silently head back to the institute.

Inside, everyone sits down to talk, tension hanging thick in the air, but I only catch bits of their conversation. Alec and Isabelle explain how we found her. I just stare at the ground. Luke pats Jocelyn's back and she sobs into his shoulder. I feel bad for her. She had come rushing back from a trip with Luke when she heard about Clary's disappearance. She was devastated then, and clearly still is.

Simon just looks shocked, blinking often and taking deep breaths though he doesn't need to breathe anymore, and even Maryse looks little teary-eyed. I hear Alec say that the demons left after we found Clary. It must have been Sebastian. He must have had her, and wanted us to find her, but left as soon as we did. Why would he lead us to her, but then not attack us while we were there? It makes no sense, but I am in no mood to wonder about some crazy man right now.

Jocelyn says at least it will be good to have closure now. I don't agree with her. Before, we were always on the look-out, always waiting for the day she would return to us. Now that we found her body, we lost that, lost hope. I guess I should be glad for her, glad that she no longer has to deal with Sebastian, and whatever torture he was inflicting, but part of me, a selfish part, wants to keep hoping she will one day come back.

I realize everyone is staring at me. I haven't said anything since we found her behind that dumpster. "Uh, I gotta get some sleep" I choke out, even though it's only four in the afternoon. I quickly turn away from their sympathetic faces, needing alone time. I can feel tears making their way down my face as I race down the hallway, needing to be alone.

So what do you think? Should I continue?

Please review!

-Carrie