Chapter Two
Jace dragged Mae through the New York Institute with Clary right on his heels. After Jace had suggested that the daggers could be Mae's she had launched herself at him, and Jace had managed to get away and get Clary to come and help him calm Mae down. Clary had eventually calmed her down enough for her to listen to what they were saying. Now they were taking her to the library where Alec was impatiently waiting for them.
"Do you want me to call Simon and tell him?" Clary asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, her green eyes flickering to Jace.
"He doesn't need to know right now, it's a problem, not a mission. He's not the Clave, he doesn't need to know everything we do," said Jace. "If it becomes a mission, you can tell him, until then, it's Shadowhunter business."
Clary nodded as she slipped her phone back in her pocket. Jace continued to drag Mae through the Institute, not paying too much attention to her as she struggled to get out of his tight grip.
"Let go of me!" Mae said as she jerked her hand back from Jace, who still had a strong grip on her wrists. She stopped pulling when she realized she was going to hurt herself more than anything. "Please. I promise I won't launch myself at you. And I promise that if I do, you can throw me out of that window." She nodded to the nearest window.
Jace raised his eyebrows. "I like that idea. Please, launch yourself at me," Jace said as a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Mae scowled at him. "It sounded like a good idea to me." He shrugged his shoulders as he let go of her wrists. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Mae."
"Yea, well it doesn't revolve around you either," Mae grumbled as she shook her head to get her reddish-blonde hair out of her face.
"Are you sure? Because last time I checked, it did," Jace said, his smirk turning into a smile. Clary shook her head with a small smile across her face. "Well it's true," he argued, his golden eyes flashing in amusement. He pushed the door open to the library, Alec Lightwood was standing at the desk in the middle of the big room."Sorry, we had a few issues," Jace said shooting Mae an irritated look, who shrugged her shoulders.
"No matter," Alec said as he turned to face the trio that had entered the library. "So, what's the problem?" Alec asked, leaning back against the solid oak desk in the center of the library.
"Well, Mae found daggers in one of the extra rooms here in the Institute," Jace started, "and they looked close to hers," he said taking a small step away from her as she glared at him, "but we're not sure. I don't think they're her daggers. They're too heavy and not sparkly enough for her."
Alec cracked a smile, but it disappeared as soon is it crossed his face. "Then who put them there?" he asked.
"Well," said Jace, "that's what we're trying to find out. Here," he said as he pulled the dagger from his belt. He handed it over to Alec, who took the dagger gingerly from Jace's hand. "Nobody outside the Institute knows yet, it's not a Clave matter, as of the moment."
"I don't think it's her dagger either, it's not fancy enough," Alec said as he looked up from the dagger in his hand. "It's too heavy for anything we use at here," he added. "Do you think I should ask mom?" he asked, his blue eyes flickering back and forth between Jace and Clary.
"Would Isabelle know?" Clary asked, "We should go to her before we go to your parents."
"She might," Jace spoke up before Alec could say something otherwise.
Alec snorted. "Yea," he said, "she might, but I think mom or dad is more likely to know than her."
"I'll go get her," Mae spoke up suddenly. All eyes turned toward her, her cheeks started to heat up. "I mean, if you want me to, I will." Clary and Jace looked at Alec, who gave in and nodded. Mae left the room in a hurry.
"Do you think it could belong to downworlders?" Alec asked as soon as Mae was gone.
"I would think they had better weapons than heavy, old looking daggers," said Clary.
Jace shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe Magnus put them there as a joke."
Alec frowned. "Not funny, Jace," he muttered. "Magnus wouldn't try to kill someone, especially since he's in the Clave."
"Just a thought."
"Uh-huh." Alec shifted his weight from foot to foot. "So who, other than Magnus, do you think that the dagger belongs to?"
"Simon." Jace grinned his golden eyes flickering to Clary, who gave him a dirty look. "Okay, okay, so someone that might actually own a dagger like that. Sebastian, Jonathan, whatever you want to call him."
"How would he have gotten into the Institute?" Alec asked.
"Same way he and I got into the library." Jace shrugged his shoulders. "Clary said she destroyed the house, but he also said that he had other ways of getting from place to place. He could have another one of those houses on him."
"Jonathan would rather make a quick kill than try to kill someone by slicing their heads off with daggers," Clary said coolly. She knew quite a bit about Jonathan, and the others knew it, and normally took her word for it. "But this move wouldn't surprise me if it was him."
"And kill our newest Shadowhunter?" Jace asked raising an eyebrow. "I would have thought you, Alec, or me more than Mae. She's less of a threat."
"Any Shadowhunter is a threat to him," said Clary. "As long as the Nephilim have power, and there is the slightest chance that they could kill him, he will think of them as a threat."
Both Alec and Jace stared at her. "I wouldn't have thought it that way," Jace started, "but it is true, any Nephilim is an enemy of Jonathan's."
"If they're not his dark Nephilim," Clary murmured. The thought of Jonathan's newly created race brought a cool breeze through the room. None of them had really thought about Jonathan's newly created army of dark Nephilim since Jace had come back to the Institute as his old self. But now the thought was new again, and it was true. As long as Jonathan had his dark Nephilim and he was alive and there were still the original Nephilim out there, they would be declared his enemy.
"What is it you wanted to show me?" Isabelle's voice rang though out the library as she and Mae stepped through the doorway. "Mae said something about a dagger and then started babbling."
"Then you should have understood her perfectly," Jace said, his golden eyes gleaming in the sunlight as his adoptive sister entered the room. She made a face and then her expression turned serious. "Okay, Mae found daggers in one of the extra rooms here," Jace started, "and we don't know who's they are, and how they got here. Clary had the idea of Jonathan getting in the Institute the same way that he and I got in," he went on, "but the problem would be when would have the time to do that. He's too busy doing other things right now, training his dark Nephilim for example, to be busying himself with things like setting traps up to kill our Shadowhunters."
"Sounds like Jonathan's trying to pick off the weaker first," said Isabelle, "no offense," she added as she side glanced at Mae.
"None taken," Mae said.
"And then he'll try to work his way up the chain. First Mae, then who's next? Me? Clary? Jace?" she said starting guess who could be next on Jonathan's list for murder. She shook her head in disbelief as she said Jace's name. "He doesn't have another one of those damn houses, does he?" she asked Clary and Jace.
"He said that he had other means of transportation," said Clary, "but he never specified as to what they might be."
"Go figure," Isabelle muttered, "well we still know he's getting around, and he somehow got into the Institute."
"We don't know for sure it was him," Jace insisted.
"You're starting to sound like you did when you two were bonded," Clary muttered.
"But it is true," Alec said in defense of Jace, as he crossed his arms against his chest, "we don't know for sure that it was Jonathan, if we did, we could send out patrols-"
"And how well did patrols work last time?" Clary asked rhetorically as she cut Alec off. "They didn't. We didn't find anything. You wouldn't find anything this time."
"We know where Jonathan created his dark Nephilim," Isabelle stated. "That means that most likely his warriors will be somewhere near there. And he might be close to them as well."
"But he can move fast in and out of dimensions," Clary argued. "If he would just stay in this dimension, then we could find him easier, but even then I think we would have trouble finding him."
Jace and Isabelle nodded. "I'm going out," Alec said, "I'll be back later." He walked across the room and out of the door and down the hallway.
"Magnus?" Isabelle asked.
Jace shrugged. "No clue," he said, "he hasn't said anything about what's going on between them."
"Nothing to worry about I hope," Isabelle murmured.
The four Shadowhunters stood there in silence for a few minutes, Jace thinking of Jonathan and what the dark Shadowhunter could be thinking of doing next. "Clary, call Simon," he said. "I think it's time that we brought 'Daylighter' into this mess." Clary smiled as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Simon's number. "Isabelle, Maryse and Robert, this never happened. We know nothing of daggers in the extra room." Isabelle nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Mae, I got nothing."
"I didn't launch myself at you," Mae said. "You should be grateful for that."
"Actually," said Jace, "I wanted you to, so I could throw you out of that window." Jace grinned.
Clary closed her phone, "Simon said he'll be here as soon as he can," she said. "He's at his apartment with Maia and Jordan," she added. "He didn't tell them anything except that he was coming up here."
"I hope that he didn't look like he was in a rush, otherwise we got a couple others to take care of," Jace murmured.
"Not that we couldn't use the extra help," Isabelle added. "Any help we can get, we should welcome it. Especially with the possibility that it could be Jonathan."
"He'll single us out," Clary said, "Jonathan will try to take us one on one, and slowly pick us off. He could have killed me when Jace and I were last with him," she said, "but he didn't, because he needed," she said needed with a lot of sarcasm, "me for something. And even if it's not Jonathan, we can always use the help, because for all we know this person could be like Jonathan."
"There's nobody else that's like Jonathan," said Jace. "Everyone else in this world shows emotions, feelings, something. Not that demon-boy."
Isabelle jumped as her phone went off, "I'll be back in a moment," she murmured, "it's Alec."
Jace raised his eyebrows as Isabelle walked out of the room. "Wonder what's up with him," he said. "He's not that sudden normally." Clary nodded, agreeing with her boyfriend. "Maybe something is going on between him and Magnus? Maybe Magnus found Simon and turned him into a rat again." He cracked a smile at Clary. "And now Alec has found them, and now he's wondering if Magnus is falling for Simon, or what."
Clary rolled her eyes. "You have some of the stupidest ideas in history," she said.
"I'm a Shadowhunter," said Jace, "what more do you expect?"
"Alec, and Isabelle know how to come up with good ideas," Mae said, "you don't seem to be so smart."
"Could be the fact that I'm not really their brother," Jace said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe stupidity runs in my family." He shook his head. "Naw, I don't think that's it. I think that sexiness runs in our family." His golden eyes gleaming as he threw his head back and laughed.
Once again, I am not Cassandra Clare, never have, never will be. All rights to anything you may recognize go to her. I know the chapter is a little short, but I'm busy doing other things, but I still want to get this out to you guys(: And that's all from the Amazing BellaBear today! Enjoy! Bella out!
