Summary: Valentine and Jonathan have kidnapped Clary from the institute but she was there long enough to fall in love with someone.
CHAPTER 1
Clary sat on the floor of her 'room' (in her opinion, a cell, albeit fancy)drawing. she mostly drew pictures of the people she had been taken away from. Magnus, Alec, Simon, Jace, Luke, Jocelyn. Isabelle.
She put their pictures on the walls. Soon they would be covered in them, she knew. Just then there was a knock at her door. She didn't even know why they bothered to knock in the first place. It's not like she could stop them.
***VALENTINE***
He couldn't wait for Jonathan to come back with Jocelyn. Soon the Morgenstern family would be whole again and they would rule the world together. Now all he really needed to focus on was finding Clarissa a suitable husband. He had considered the Lightwood boy, for his parents had already pledged their loyalty to him once again. Or there was that Verlac boy. Certainly not Jace though. He was a failed experiment that needed disposing.
He started on his way to Clarissa's room to tell her the news of Jocelyn's soon coming. He would not tell her of his plan to kill Lucain. He knew she would be upset. Knocking politely, he heard Clarissa shout through the door "Come in".
Happy that Clarissa had decided to be obedient, he opened the door to see many pictures tacked on the bedroom walls. He frowned at seeing quite a few pictures of a boy Clarissa's age that he did not recognize with curly brown hair, some pictures featured him with glasses others did not. No mundane would have his daughters heart. Upon seeing more pictures of what was obviously a warlock, he scowled.
"And who might the pictures be of, Clarissa?", he asked struggleing to keep a cool exterior.
"My friends", she said simply, going back to drawing.
"Who's that?", he pointed to the boys picture.
"Simon"
"No mundane will have my daughter's heart"
"He's not a mundane"
"Then what is he?"
He got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw a crafty smile cross her face. "A vampire"
He almost exploded right there. "WHAT?!"
" E" pronouncing the letters carefully. "And don't worry. Simons just my friend"
This calmed him down considerably. "And who's the warlock?"
"Magnus. He gay by the way" she added quickly before he could go off again.
Remembering why he had come in the first place he said "By the way, your mother is going to join us soon"
Her face snapped up to look at him suspiciously. "Dead or alive?"
In all honesty he was slightly insulted that she would suspect him of killing his precious Jocelyn. "Alive, of course". She calmed and glanced down to her sketchbook again. Curiosity overcoming him, he asked "Who are you drawing now?"
"Isabelle", she said almost dreamily. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but before he could investigate more, he heard the door open downstairs. Grinning happily, he said,
"Your mothers home"