Clary was a very happy girl. I mean how she could not be happy, she thought to herself as she walked the streets of her wonderful city. She had everything she could ever even think to wish for. Steady work as a shadowhunter and an incredible family. A wonderful and colorful group of friends. And lastly but most definitely not least, an excellent, steady, not to mention incredible and handsome boyfriend that she loved.
Now that Valentine had been gone for good, for the last two years, she had finally gotten things exactly into place. She liked it that way. Having things back to normal, Or at least as normal as they could get with the lightwoods around.
Since she was an official shadowhunter now she went with Jace, Isabelle and Alec on regular demon sweeps, and the occasional rogue downworlder problem. Though with the new even stronger alliance between the shadowhunters and downworlders there were less of those all over the world. Her friends and family were a perfect example of the strength of the new bond that everyone in the shadow world now had. Her shadowhunter mother was now married to a werewolf and her boyfriend's adoptive brother was dating the High Warlock of Brooklyn. She wondered why they couldn't have solved this problem years ago, she supposed she had nothing to complain about so long as it had all worked out. Also she liked the fact that she had something to do with the working out—
She was quickly ejected from her thoughts by a loud noise in one of the alley-ways to her right. She slipped down the dark path to see what had made the crashing noise. She pulled the dagger from the boots Isabelle had gotten her for her birthday and crept slowly down the deserted alley. She let her eyes scan the smelly area making sure her back was up against the dirty, tan brick building so she couldn't be snuck up on. Then she saw it. False alarm she thought with a smile as she saw the cat. She took a step toward it and felt pain errupt on the back of her head before she passed out.
He sat up suddenly realizing he had fallen asleep and almost laughed because he was asleep in suck a weird position. His legs Indian style and his arms crossed, lying on the couch. A twinge of sadness hit him as he thought of Max and the young boy's strange sleeping habits. With a sigh he got off the couch.
As he walked down to the weapons room he smelled a horrible smell. Like decaying fish and a horrifying thought flew into his head faster than an Oni demon. Isabelle is cooking. He began trying to think of a good excuse for getting out of eating. He could pretend to be sick, but no… wouldn't work because he had been fine all day. Maybe he could take out Clary. The thought made him smile. He hadn't taken her anywhere in two weeks. They had been so busy of late that he hadn't had the time to spend with her alone. This seemed a good enough excuse not to mention it actually sounded wonderful and he knew it would make her happy.
It seemed to him that Clary had been a bit distant the past few days because she had, had another of those horrible dreams that she hadn't had since Valentines lifetime. Personally it made him very uneasy because Clary always seemed to know when the storm was coming. She had instincts and intuition up to wah-zoo. He had always suspected it had to do with her extra angel blood. As he entered the weapons room he had a slight feeling of discomfort. He disregarded it as fear of Isabelle's terrorizing cooking.
Alec hung up his cell with a smile. Magnus was throwing a party that night and every downworlder in the surrounding area was attending. This had put Magnus in a very good mood. Alec had learned, over the last two years, that this was a very good thing. Magnus was rarely in a bad mood these days but when he was it was not pleasant.
Just then Jace walked into the training room with a sarcastic remark about the blank happy look on Alec's face. This coincidently put a more normal scowl on it, and a grin on Jace's face. Then they began to spar with short knives to get out both of their general frustrations in life.
With a flourish Jace twisted away from Alec's hold on him and turned so that Alec was in front of him with his back to him. Then with his usual arrogance he put his knife to Alec's throat and said, "That is for global warming."
"What do I have to do with 'global warming'?" he asked confused.
"With the amount of hair gel your boyfriend uses, I'd say that it's all your fault, for not stopping him."
"Yeah well…", there really wasn't any argument about that, Magnus used more hair gel in one day than the rest of the state of New York used in a month.
He was spared from responding when Isabelle's voice rang from the kitchen, "DINNER!"
Alec quickly looked to Jace and their eyes met. Jace grinned and said, "Good luck with forcing down that poison, I'm takin out Clary."
"Actually, Magnus has a party tonight so we should just eat there. Clary's and your presence are mandatory by the way. Also Izzy and Simon and that were-chick Maia."
Jace sighed and weighed his options, "How mandatory?"
Alec flinched, Magnus had made it very clear to his boyfriend that everyone needed to show up. "Very," he answered Jace's question in a 'no arguments' kind of voice.
Jace heaved another large sigh, reluctant to change his plans, and agreed like he was doing everyone a big favor, but Alec's mind was already preoccupied wondering about the night's festivities.
Hmmmm. The rolls were black. That couldn't be good, could it? From the smell of things, it wasn't. She sighed and pulled out her phone to order some Chinese food. She knew she would get made fun of for her burnt dinner but she really didn't mind today because she knew she would have lots of fun at the party tonight. That would most definitely distract her from her cooking issues. Magnus's parties were always over the top and that meant hot downworlders.
The thought of hot downworlders brought Simon to mind. She felt a twinge of unease about seeing him. Things hadn't exactly worked out between them, what with him being undead and all, but it made seeing him awkward. She barely ever had to see him unless he was with Clary.
She smiled. Clary and her were going shipping tomorrow and although the other girl wasn't very excited she was over the roof. She wanted to buy Clary a new dress because, while she didn't mind, Isabelle thought Clary's wardrobe was lacking.
"CLARY," where was she, "CLARY, WHERE ARE YOOOUUU????"
Jace walked in looking annoyed. Big surprise. "Why do you feel the need to yell?"
"Where? Is? Clary?"
"Why do you assume I know?"
"She was right." Clary had told her that when Jace was trying to annoy he would answer your questions with one of his own
"Who was right?"
"Clary, she told me something about you and it checks out," he looked suspicious but didn't comment, "Besides, I assume you know where she is because you spend practically every second of your life standing right next to her."
"First of all," he said looking irritated, "I don't spend that much time with her. Secondly, I don't know where she is, and third what is that smell?"
Isabelle shook her head and sighed, then froze. "She should be home right now shouldn't she? It's about nine. Maybe she's at the party already. She probably got a call from Magnus." This thought brightened her mood considerably and Jace looked a little more relaxed. Then she realized she wouldn't get to dress Clary and went to her room to put on her own dress and make-up.
Yippee. Kidnapped again. And they even tied me up and blindfolded me. It had been two, pleasant years since she had felt this vulnerable. The second she was rid of Valentine she had come home to be trained by the best. Jace, Isabelle and Alec. They had loved training her, each wanting to teach her, and sometimes fighting over whose turn it was to train with her. They even argued about what it was most important to teach her. Isabelle had wanted her to learn to use a whip while Alec thought a bow was of more use. Jace had told them they should show her how to use both and see what she was better at. She had a bit of a knack for the whip but was atrocious at the bow. Her true talent was all types of knives. Seraph blades, throwing knives, and daggers. This had gotten many smiles from Jace. He said she was almost as good as him. Clary had also quickly progressed at hand to hand combat and sparring with blades. She wasn't very strong, although she had gained a little muscle from training, and was small but she quickly learned how to use it to her advantage. She had even gotten the better of Jace once or twice, which had led to days of Alec mocking Jace.
But now she was blinded and had no weapons. She could feel that her weapons had been removed from her boots and the various places she kept them on her person. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was somewhere cold and most likely dark though it was hard to tell with the blindfold over her eyes. She could smell mold and hear a slight dripping off to one corner so she assumed she was in a basement somewhere.
She sighed, it was going o be a very long night. She wondered how long her captor was going to wait before revealing themselves. Not very, she hoped. They obviously wanted her alive or they would have killed her while she was incapacitated. This gave her time. She wondered what they wanted. Ransom, unlikely, she didn't know anyone with money. Information, possible, she thought about what she might know that would be of use to someone on the dark side and came up with only a few things. Bait, the thought came in a flash and she figured this was another possibility. She was close to many people that had enemies and she knew that anyone at the institute would be willing to save her, not to mention her mother and Luke.
She realized she was probably going to miss Magnus's party and she sighed. He would probably be angry, but Isabelle would be furious that she had missed a chance to dress up her life sized Barbie. Thinking of Isabelle got her thinking about Jace.
All of a sudden she remembered her dream with the Angel with Jace's face and the Demon, her brother Jonathan/Sebastian. She had been on that horrible beach again. The shore of the third Mortal Instrument, the shore of Lake Lyn. She had been standing next to Jace with the angel wings, and he looked worried. She quickly realized that it was because of Jonathan. He was smiling in a sick sadistic way and walking toward them swiftly. This had frightened Clary and she was shocked to see that Jace did not. Although it was rare that anything frightened or even concerned Jace she would think that considering Jonathan was supposed to be dead he should look a little frightened. But like always if he was scared he didn't let it show.
"Jonathan," he said with mock surprise. Sounding sarcastic the way only he can.
"Jace," her brother said, injecting the beautiful name with deep, loathing hatred.
Then the angel Jace turned to her, a sword was suddenly sticking out of his chest. "He's a demon Clary, a horrible demon, be careful." He gasped the words, his voice shaking then he was gone.
She had awoken with a call of his name. Thankfully, when she woke she was laying on a couch with him next to her. They had been at Luke's place. She had been making him watch all of the Star Wars movies in a row and had fallen asleep during "Return of the Jedi". He had glanced at her quickly when she said his name. He was still watching the movies. Then he had looked a moment more at her and kissed her. A long, sweet kiss that put thoughts of the nightmare far from her mind. Then he had pulled back with a smile and said, "I feel bad for the Jedi." She had laughed and told him it wasn't even over yet.
When he asked her what was wrong later that night, when her mind was on that sword sticking out of him gruesomely, she had told him she was just tired though she could tell he didn't believe her. He had just kissed her forehead.
She now had a sick feeling in her stomach telling her that this had something to do with her dream. This made her worry like she hadn't before. Maybe Jace was in trouble. This was EXTREMELY likely, in all the time she had known him he was in danger more often than not. She groaned realizing that anyone who wanted to set a trap for Jace would only have to capture Clary and he would come running.
She was the worm, Jace was the fish, this basement was the hook, and she had a bad feeling about who the fisherman was.
