Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments, I don't own any of the characters in this story. I wish I did though.

Okay, so I had this idea about what it would be like if Clary's crazy brother wasn't dead, yet. So I decided to write it down.

I added some things to this chapter. Scroll down to the part where Jace dies...again...:'(

Let me know what you think...Please!

-S

CPOV

Chapter song: Even in Death by Evanescence

I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
even in death our love goes on
And I can't love you, anymore than I do

"People die, but real love is forever."

Something wasn't right…I couldn't feel anything at all. Numbness was taking over. My life was done. Everyone that I ever loved was gone. That bastard.

I was walking through the empty streets of Idris, wearing my favourite black dress and a pair of black pumps with two seraph blades in my hands. I was looking for the one person I wanted to see the most: Jace. I needed to warn him. Suddenly there was a deafening sound behind me. I whipped around. There was nobody there, just the thunder and a light drizzle of rain. Turning back to the front, I almost jumped out of my shoes and screamed. Jace was standing there in front of me dressed all in black looking very much like the avenging angel that he is, I also noticed that he didn't have any weapons on him. He was unarmed. Shit. His golden eyes were blazing pools of molten gold, he had that look on his face that said, 'Clary! What the hell do you think you're doing out here all by yourself?' His eyes were almost black. I shivered as the rain started to fall harder.

"Clary? Earth to Clary! Is anyone home in there?" Jace said annoyed, putting his hand on my shoulder and shaking me gently. I slowly turned to face him. He was staring at me with worried eyes, then turned to look at the seraph blades in my hands.

I blinked twice and sucking in a gulp of the cool night air, "Jace," I said, my voice tight with strain, "I was looking for you. Something's going on." He stared at me confused for a moment then raised a brow.

Oh Angel! I hate it when he does that. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose just to piss me off. "Clary, what in the name of the Angel are you talking about? And why are you out here by yourself, with two seraph blades?" He questioned. I internally rolled my eyes.

Looking up to the black storm-filled sky, I saw a flash of lightning dance across the horizon. I shuddered at what it reminded me off. "Jace, did you notice how quiet it is out here? Besides the storm." I asked, voice still tense; I was clutching my seraph blades at my sides so tightly it hurt.

He looked at me for a moment before saying quietly, "Clary, it's always quiet at night in Idris. Even during a storm. Now, do you mind telling me why you're dressed like a Warrior Angel?" He smiled at me, and I couldn't help the blush creeping up my face. "And," he continued, "Why you have two seraph blades?" He asked, his gold eyes bored into my green ones.

Looking around to make sure that we were the only ones out here, I noticed where we were standing: right in front of the Accords Hall. I took a deep breath before answering, and closed my eyes to feel the cool breeze and rain on my face. It was cold out here and all I was wearing were a flimsy dress and high heels.

Looking up to the sky there was a bright flash of lightning followed by the resounding crash of thunder. Looking back at the angel in front of me I said, "Jace, do you know what day it is?" he nodded slowly. "It's the day of the celebration, where is everybody?" My voice was hard. His eyes grew wide as realization hit him square in the face.

"You're right Clary! It is the day of the celebration. It's midnight and nobody's here…" he trailed off, forehead creased with worry. He looked up to the sky, as if the angels would have the answer he was looking for. Not this time, I thought. We needed to leave.

"Jace! Look at me!" I said, my voice muffled by the deafening sound of thunder. When he raised his head to mine, his eyes were blank.

I knew that look very well. He was trying to hide his emotions, but I could tell that something was hiding behind that famous mask. Fear. He would never admit it, but I knew. I hated it when he gets like this; he was going into protective mode. Oh Angel!

"JACE! Snap out of it!" I yelled over the howling wind. "We have to get out of here. Now! Come on. Something isn't right, I know you feel it too." My blades glowed brighter. I put one of them back into my belt and grabbed his hand with my left and started to run. In heels. How I managed that I will never know.

I was concentrating on getting away with Jace that I didn't hear him scream my name.

"Clary! Watch out!" Jace yelled. I was on the ground in seconds. I realized that he'd pushed me out of the way of something. I was still holding on to the blade in my right hand. When I got up and turned around.

Death would have been more welcome than what I saw.

The rain was pouring along with the wind blowing my hair in all directions like a hurricane. Yes, it was a hurricane. I was staring into the black, heartless eyes of my one true brother. He was alive. Impossible, Jace killed him, not four days ago.

But there he was, smiling like a maniac, standing over Jace with a golden spear sticking grotesquely out of his chest. I looked at Jace: he was losing color fast and was obviously in a tremendous amount of pain.

I ran over to him without a second thought, forgetting everything, except Jace and the fact that there was no Angel here to save him. Not this time.

I knelt down beside him, putting my one blade back in it's sheath and cradling his head in my arms. Tears streaming freely down my face, mixing with the rain, I sobbed "JACE! You can't leave me, I just got you back. Please!" My entire body was shaking with my tears. I felt so cold, I didn't want to live without him. Crying, not knowing what to do, I pulled the spear out of his chest. He groaned in pain, knowing him like I do, I could tell that he was trying really hard not to scream. As a last resort I drew an iratze on his chest, even though I knew that it wouldn't work. His system was filled with greater demon venom, I could smell it, the disgusting scent of rotting flesh and garbage. My Jace was dieing a fast painful death, his precious blood was flowing onto the empty streets of Idris and there was nothing I could do to save him.

"Jace, please come back! I love you, I won't live without you!" I whispered into his wet hair, voice raw from crying and grief. He reached up and touched my cheek with his cold wet hand. I cried harder.

This can't be happening. Not again. With his last breath, he spoke clearly, "I will never leave you Clary. I love you, forever." And then he died with a smile on his angelic face, the life leaving his beautiful golden eyes.

Not wanting to believe the inevitable, I screamed, "JACE! No! Please! Come back…come back." As I watched the light leave his eyes, one thing came to mind: the past was coming back to haunt me for saving Jace's life the first time and instead of my father taking his life it was my brother. Looking over at Jace again, I tried fruitlessly to revive him. Nothing worked. No response. No heartbeat. No life. I cried and cried until I had nothing left. Part of me died with Jace, my light died with Jace. Now I was filled with an empty black void, I couldn't feel anything but pain, hatred and a maddening thirst for revenge.

As I let go of Jace, I couldn't help the feeling of longing and a desperate need to be with him right then. I closed his eyes and kissed his lifeless cold lips, even in death they still held the same spark. Even in death our love goes on. Forever Jace, I'll be seeing you soon.

A voice behind me pierced my desolate thoughts. "Awww, how cute. The lovebirds say their final goodbye," Jonathan smirked. "I must say, I'm glad he's dead. He was a pathetic excuse for a Shadowhunter." I wiped my tears and stood up to face Jonathan. He was really pissing me off and that added to the fact that I could no longer feel anything. The angrier he made me, the more I wanted to kill him and that is exactly what I plan on doing within the next five seconds.

"Jonathan, you bastard. What the fuck do you want?" I said, voice full of malice. Killing my brother would be sweet revenge, then I could join Jace. The sky was getting darker, and the rain pouring harder.

Jonathan just looked at me, his face a mask of innocence. "Isn't it obvious, dear sister of mine," he paused for dramatic effect. I glared and was about to throw my dagger at his heart, when he spoke again, "I want you, I want your power and I'm going to get it one way or another." His stance was casual: hands behind his back and whistling some annoying mundane show tune.

I'd had enough. I walked right up to him and with all the strength I had in me, punched him in the face. He fell to the ground with a loud thump. Now he was angry and surprised, I gave him a black and purple bruise on his face right under his black eye. "You're going to regret that you little bitch!" he said, voice full of hate and eyes flashing malice.

I smiled, knowing that Jace would be proud of me and getting the first hit. "Bring it on big brother! Come and get me you murdering piece of shit! I dare you!" I yelled at him, my voice dead and flat. Now was not the time to show emotion. The next thing I knew, Jonathan was five feet away from me, I didn't want to play anymore so with a glowing angel blade in each hand: Gabriel and Azrael and running as fast as my legs would take me in heels I charged him. I was going to end his worthless life. Before I was halfway through the air, he stopped me with a flick of his wrist. I was on the ground, with Gabriel piercing right through my abdomen. I didn't even feel it. There was no pain at all.

Without bothering to heal myself, I pulled Gabriel out and charged him again.

The smirk was gone. He was glaring at me in shock, when I was about three feet away he regained his composure, the smirk back in place. "Uh uh uh, you can't kill me in your dreams Clarissa. Only in reality." Then he laughed and disappeared.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting up in my bed at Amatis' house, sweating. I wanted to scream. What I had just experienced wasn't a normal dream. It felt like a vision. Looking over at the clock, I saw that it was 3am. That vision was going to happen tonight and I needed to prevent it at all costs. Losing Jace again was not an option. I wouldn't let that vision come true, if our positions must be reversed, so be it. His life was worth a million of mine. Laying my head back on the pillow, I cried myself back to sleep. The sound of the storm accompanied the one thought echoing in my mind: One life would be saved tonight.

I chose the song Even in Death because I felt that it fit what was happening in Clary's nightmare: Jace was taken from her by means of death and Clary wanted to join him. But first she would avenge him. Even in death our love goes on... Tell me what you think:)

Okay, I know that this is WAY long overdue, but I would like to thank KisstheRain14 for beta-ing this chapter. Without her it would have been a sloppy mess. So thank-you:)

-S