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"Jonnyyy, are you coming?!" I called for my brother from outside the back of the mansion. Jonny was the nickname I had given my brother when I could barely even speak. It probably was easier to pronounce than Jonathan and I had kept calling him that ever since. In return he had made up a nickname for me too. Clarissa was way too long and I had never really liked it, but when Jon started calling me Clary he had made me so happy. Jon always knew what I needed, in return I knew everything there was to know about him to. Although now I was a little older and didn't I call him Jonny that often anymore, now it was mostly Jon, still I did occasionally call him Jonny just to tease him.

"Hey Clare Bear, what's up he yelled from the window on the second floor."

"Well… we were going to have a tree climbing contest today, did you forget? Because I reminded you yesterday you know." I called back up at him, completely happy with the use of my other nickname that only Jon used, and was allowed to use.

"Oooh, don't worry I didn't forget. I just figured you would."

"And why would I do that." I asked him.

"Well let's see, there is the fact that you are never going to win from me. So I thought let's pretend she didn't ask so she doesn't have to come up with an excuse to cancel." A small smile was slightly visible at the corners of his mouth, but he tried to look as serious as possible, it was just too bad I saw right through his act.

"Ooh yeah? Well we will see about that. I have practiced a lot and I know for sure I'm going to beat you this time" I told him with as much confidence as I could muster. When I looked closer at his face, I could see the smile that he had been fighting to keep of his face disappear completely and in return came one full of concern. I saw him climb out of his window, something he did daily, and then skillfully climbing down the side of the mansion. He was down before I knew it, I never had seen him do it so fast. Within seconds he stood in front of me, still with the concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, now a little concerned too.

"What's Wrong?" He asked me looking like I was crazy. "You were climbing trees without me? With whom were you? Was anybody nearby?"

"Jon!" I said a little loudly, so he would stop throwing questions at me without even giving me the time to respond. "Yes I climbed trees without you, but how else am I supposed to get better at it without you getting better at it too. And I was with mom, it was her idea to go and practice my climbing skills" I told him, rattling the answers on his questions out without taking a breath that would allow him to continue his interrogation.

I could see his tense shoulders physically relax. And the look in his eyes soften.

"You were really with mom?" He asked me, probably just to be sure.

"Yes." I told him.

"Okay then, just please don't ever go tree climbing alone, okay?"

"Okay"

"You promise?" He asked once more.

"Yes Jon, I promise." I sighed. "Shall we get going then?" I asked to change the topic.

"You want me to kick your ass at tree climbing that badly?" He asked me with a teasing grin.

I huffed. "We will see about that." I told him. Then I got an idea. "Okay, let's do a race who is the first at the tree line!" I yelled while I had already taken of and Jon was at least 20 feet behind me. But I knew I needed the head start, I was very fast but I was also very small, and Jon… well he wasn't. I was almost at the tree line but Jon was getting dangerously close. There was only 30 feet left but little to no distance between me and Jon. I looked back one more time while running the last few feet. Jon almost ran next to me. I was so focused on Jon that I hadn't realized that I was already at the tree line.

"Clary look out." Jon yelled to me although I was just barely out of reaching distance from him.

I looked in front of me, just in time to see the tree I came crashing into head first. Which was the last thing I remembered until I woke shaking up and down. I looked up and saw a blurry face with ash white hair, which I would recognize anywhere. John… was he caring me? But why? Then I remembered I crashed into a tree, and with the memory I also noticed the stabbing pain in my head. I groaned a little. John immediately came to a halt. I looked at his face, it was still a little blurry although I could see a little more detail like the worry in his eyes and in other features of his face.

"Clary? Are you okay?" He asked gently.

I looked up at him and tried to tell him that I was fine but I couldn't, no sound left my mouth except from a low groan. My head felt like it was made of stone and cracked open at some places, fell down again, while not being able to turn it to look at Jon again.

"Shit." I heard him say, while he started running again, probably back to the mansion. And the everything started to blur again.

"Mom, dad! Help!" I heared Jon calling.

"Jon what's wrong!?" I could hear my dad call. I could see some movement from the corner of my eye coming near us fast. When the figure came a little closer, I could make out that it was my dad because of his hair which was the same as John's. And not knowing any other people with that hair color it had to be him.

"What happened?" He sounded worried.

"She ran head first into a tree" Jon sounded desperate. I knew he was blaming himself but there was nothing he could have done. It was completely my own fault, and I tried to tell him that, but yet again nothing besides a low groan escaped my lips. Both of them looked down at me.

"How did this happen?" My father asked Jon.

"She wanted to race to the tree line, and she already had a head start so I sprinted after hear. I had almost caught up but we were almost there, she looked behind and I tried to warn her but it was already too late. I shouldn't have gone after her it's all my fault." Jon almost cried out.

I saw my dead gently put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay Jonathan, everything will be fine."

"But it's all my fault" He sounded hurt.

"N…o it's n..ot you…r f..aul..t." I managed to finally say something. I saw them both look down at me worriedly.

"Jon, we need to bring her to her room" Dad said pulling me out of his arms. I might not be that big but Jon was still a kid too. Dad carried me up the stairs down the hall towards my room, just when my mom came out of the one on the opposite side of mine. She looked at dad and then to me, her face dropped.

"What happened?" My mom sounded worried.

"Call your friend Magnus Bane" My dad told her. "Tell him she hit her head pretty hard." Upon saying that he walked me into my room and laid me down on my bed. And he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I could hear my mother running downstairs. While my dad and brother sat beside me like two guard dogs on my bedside.

After just a little while Magnus came hurrying in and send everybody out of my room. I don't remember much after that, I must have passed out while Magnus healed me. When I woke up he gave me a kiss on the head and looked me loving in the eyes before he disappeared through a portal. I sat up, not hurt in any way, feeling totally fine and I walked slowly to the door. When I opened it I saw everybody look into my room, then they looked down and they saw me standing in de doorway. They all jumped at me and pulled me into a bear hug, my mom, dad and brother all together and caring. They were all so happy, my mom was even crying. We stood there for a few more minutes just hugging before releasing each other and going downstairs to eat dinner.

I woke up from a loud bang. I looked up and saw Sebastian standing in front of the door, which he probably deliberately closed way to hard. It took a second for me to notice where I was but then I remembered. I was still in my mother's torture/punishment chamber tied to the ceiling. I also remembered the dream I just had which was actually more of a happy memory. I haven't had one of those in a long time. I mostly never dreamed and if I did the majority of them were more like nightmares. But the one I just had, one where we were all together and happy, was very rare.

"Someone seems a little banged up." Sebastian teased. I had almost forgotten that he was even there. I just wanted to get back to my dream. To a happier time in my life.

"My lack of response, angered him I could see it." I was just so caught up in my thoughts, that I just kept forgetting he was standing there. It probably had also something to do with my blood loss. Which was quite serious from the looks of the ground below me, where a large red pool of blood had gathered itself.

"Do you enjoy looking at it as much as I do little sis?" he asked me.

This time I looked up and was able to respond. "No, not at all, although I would like to see something a little similar. So instead of my blood laying there I would prefer it if it would be yours." His eyes went dark, he was letting the demon inside of him free reign. Something I had already suspected he would do. Even if I hadn't provoked him.

I saw him walk to the table and before he even reached out to it, I knew what he would pick. It was his favorite toy the demon metal whip. I knew he liked the idea of how it inflicted pain on a person, and how it took longer to heal than normal wounds. Even an Iratze didn't do anything to heal the wound the slightest bit.

When he turned back around I could see that the demon had completely taken over. His eyes were pitch black without any trace of life in them except for the burning fire behind them. His demeanor had drastically changed too. Sebastian's movements were always very controlled and cat like. But now all of that was gone, now that the demon had come out he was all power and strength. I knew, if he wanted to, that he could snap me in two like a twig.

He walked over to stand behind me, just a few feet away, with what I knew would be the demon metal whip for sure. And I was right. He pulled it back and then he hit me full force. I could feel my shadowhunter gear rip apart just like the skin on my back split open for the whip. A normal whip wouldn't have cut so easily through the thick material of my gear, this one however went through it like it was made of air. I wanted to scream but I knew that would only please him, so I bit my tongue and kept quit. The whip kept coming and slicing through my skin, he had to have hit me at least 30 times already but I still didn't make a sound. I knew he grew angrier with the second at my lack of response, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of screaming, not this time. Not ever again.

After a while I felt myself become lightheaded, the blood had been freely flowing from my back for a little while now. I couldn't feel any skin remaining there either, but maybe that was because it felt like it was on fire from top to bottom, which also meant that I probably wasn't far off with my suspicion.

"Have you had enough yet?" I could barely hear him ask from behind me. I didn't feel like answering, and even if I wanted to I probably couldn't have responded. Mainly because it took everything I had to not pass out, which he didn't appreciate very much and would result in even more punishment.

"Well? You didn't pass out on me now, did you?" He asked again while I heard him walking closer to me until he was standing in front of me only three feet away. I looked him in the eyes and noticed the demon was almost completely suppressed again. He smiled up at me. "Have you had enough little sis?" I nodded slightly at him, almost invisible, but I knew he had seen it. Everything I did he seemed to notice.

"Well then, I guess I'll leave you alone then." As he said this he turned around and walked straight out of the door without looking back at me.

Finally I was alone, and I closed my eyes.