Chapter Two -

Jace sat there in the chair next to Clary's bed. He remebered yelling at her about the rune. His eyes focused on the rune on her arm. He couldn't loose her. Jace remebered yelling at her and walking away, he remebered looking back just in time to see Clary's limp body fall on the floor.

Simon sat on the bed next to Clary's bed and starred at her. Her journal on the floor next to her, in case she wants to draw or something. Jace felt so bad for what he did to Clary.

Clary heard voices hovering over her. Opening her eye's slowly, she saw a guy with glasses Simon, and then she turned and saw Jace sitting next to her, he was watching her closely. "Jace?" Clary moaned, waking up.

Jace was immediately at her side in seconds. "Clary" Jace rushed his voice. He smiled as Clary starred at him. Her hands wrapped around his body in a tight hug. Jace pulled away and gave her a passionet kiss. "I thought I lost you" He whispered.

"You are never going to loose me" Clary said, starring in to his eyes. Jace smiled and gave her another kiss. "Hey Clary" Simon said smiling. "Simon" Clary yelled smiling. Simon walked over and gave a hug to Clary.

"What happened?" Clary asked, breaking the hug with Simon and starring at Jace. "You were poisioned. You had a wound on your shoulder and poision must of got in there somehow. We got it all out though. Close call" Jace explained. He swung his body next to Clary's on the bed.

Hand wrapped around her hip as he grabbed Clary's hand and interwinned his fingers with hers. Clary smiled at him again as she set her head down and breathed in his scent of blood and coffee. Weird combination, Clary thought as she closed her eyes.

"What do you mean you can't find anything?" Jace yelled. He interwinned his fingers in to his hair, brushing some back in frustration. "I am sorry, but there is nothing in the books" Alec said flipping down a book.

"There has to be something to reverse the binding rune with Valentine" Jace said sitting down on the steps of the library. "I am sorry, Jace. Do we even know what he wants?" Alec asked, sitting next to Jace.

"No, but it can't be good" Jace said, playing with the tips of his fingers in his lap. "We'll have to wait" Alec said. The two of them sat there in silence thinking what to do.

Jace couldn't loose the love of his life. Clary, she was his whole life. Clary sacrificed herself so she could save him and Alec,Isabelle and Simon. Why did he be so stupid? Jace thought. He felt angry with himself. "You should just go be with her. For now" Alec said, he pushed his body off the steps and gave a pat on Jace's back, leaving. Jace stood there as he still played with his fingers. What could he do? He thought.

Clary finally had some alone time to herself. Simon left as he got a call from Eric. An emergency band meeting or something like that, Clary thought. She pulled out her notepad, as she started to draw. Clary closed her eyes as she felt the air turn on, as she felt herself, cool down.

It was chilly, and Clary loved the cold. She had some caprees on with a greeen shirt that went up to her elbows. Her hair, draping over her shoulders. It was messy, she had a bruise on her leg and her ankle forming. Her wrist, a scar. She smelled of dried blood and cranberrys.

Clary laughed at the smell fo cranberrys. She closed her eyes, trying to draw an image without acturally thinking of what to draw. Clary opened her eyes as she heard the door open. Expecting it to be Jace, Clary gasped at the figure entering the room.

Valentine. Clary dropped her notepad on the floor, it staying on the page she was drawing. He walked closer to her bed. She looked around the room, her bed sheets covered in blood as bodies surrounded the room. There was Jace and Simon. Jace's throat slashed as he laid in a pool of his own blood.

Clary brought her knees to her, as she wrapped her hands around her legs. She was sweating and crying out in pain. At the edge of her bed on the floor, was her notepad. She looked at what she had drawn. It was Jace. Like every picture of Jace, but this one was different.

He was lying on the floor, next to a tree. He had the rune, Clary drew on him, the day he died and came back. Clary starred at her drawing. She looked up at Valentine but he was gone. Closing her eyes and opening it again, the room was back.

It was white again, no blood on her sheets or the floor. No bodies. No Jace. Clary wiped the tears off of her face. She felt like her hands had blood on them still. Clary pushed herself over the bed, her legs dropping down as the tips of her toes feeling the cold floor at her toes.

It felt like being in a hospital, the coldness. Clary walked around the room. She was in the middle of the room. Looking at every side of the room, she didn't know what she just imained. "Clary?" Jace asked walking in to the room.

Her body turned around to where Jace was. She had tears still forming down her face still. Her tanktop dressed in sweat. Clary looked horrible. Jace walked over slowly. "What are you doing up?" Jace asked, walking over and taking Clary's hand in his.

"I don't remember" Clary said looking at the floor. What was she doing? She thought. Jace looked around the room, confused. What ever, Valentine's deal was, it was already taking effect.