Chapter 3: When I can trust you

Chapter summary:

Clary finds out what Valentine's plan is and no longer wants to be with her father and even Jonathan. Simon knew who Clary was and Clary through Simon into a display window and Clary runs off. She doesn't know where until she finds a park bench and takes a minute to sit down. Jace finds her and she quickly learns to trust him, but does she trust him enough to tell him who she really is?

Clary_

Jonathan sat me down in a wooden chair at the table. I was tired; it's ridiculous how one dream can affect your sleep. I rubbed my eyes and I could feel Alec staring at me. He has a pretty intense stare. I didn't feel like looking at anyone; my eyelids were becoming heavy and Jonathan then sat next to me with a cup of vanilla coffee. I quickly gulped it down. "Slow down C…Sephina," Jonathan said patting my back. "No, I'm tired and need something to keep me up," I glared. Jace took a seat on the other side of me. "You should probably go back to bed. You look awful," he said calmly rubbing circles in my left shoulder. "I don't care." Jace shrugged," just trying to help. I still need to talk to you; don't forget."

I just nodded and looked at Jonathan. He had a confused look on his face. I just shrugged. "Jace wants to talk to me about something. Nothing big," I whispered in his ear. He scowled at Jace and I gave him a warned look. He laid back into his chair and Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood walked in together hand-in-hand. "Everyone," Mrs. Lightwood began. "take a seat around the table. We have some serious news." Everyone quickly ran to the table, but no one dared sitting near me and Jonathan, which made us both smirk. "What's up mom?" Alec asked curiously.

"Well, apparently, Idris heard Valentine Morgenstern sent his daughter and son to New York to retreat the Mortal Cup, and since we know where it is. We must get it before they do. The Clave has said, that Valentine's plan is to kill off all downworlders, demons, and all shadowhunters. Except, his own family of course, to create a new race of shadowhunters. The Clave wants us to find the cup and bring it to them to lock away where no one else can get it."

I was shocked. I didn't know that was his plan! 'He can't just kill off shadowhunters…OR downworlders!' I looked at Jonathan and he wasn't at all fazed, like he knew the plan the hole time. I took deep breathes. "You knew?" I asked him with shock. He nodded and my jaw fell open. "Sephina? Are you okay? Your extremely pale," Jace whispered with worried eyes. I didn't answered him. I was so angry now. I could feel my face turning red. I stood up quickly with my fist clenched and stormed to the weapons room. I took a look at the weapons of choice. I just decided to grab the same seraph blade I used yesterday; Nakir.

I leaped out of the window in the weapons room landing gracefully on my feet. I glanced back at the window and saw Jace and Jonathan. Jonathan smirked and I give him a defiant stare. I saw Jace began to climb out of the window and Jonathan was coming after him. I turned towards the road and ran across into an ally. There was a wall blocking me from the other side so jumped onto a dumpster and swung myself on top of the thick brick wall. I saw Jace and Jonathan sprinting after me. I quickly jumped down on the other side. I herd footsteps on the dumpster and I hurried out of the ally and ran into someone. It was that vampire kid the Lightwoods were with a little while ago. "I'm sorry!" I quickly said gathering to my feet and was about to run off, but he caught me by the arm. "I think Jace wants you…Clarissa," he whispered into my ear. "Yeah, I know. Didn't think I wouldn't recognize you? Your father is trying to kill all downworlders. I would recognize you from a mile away."

I gulped and jerked my arm away from him. I herd footsteps behind me. "I'm telling Jace. Who you really are. Where's your brother? He's usually right by your side. By the way, it's obvious your hair's dyed." the vampire smirked. He ran his hands through my hair and from behind me someone said, "Why are you running your filthy hands all over my friend?"

I turned around and saw Jonathan and Jace. I turned my attention back to the vampire and he showed me his hand with brown hair dye smeared all over. "Say one...thing…and I will make sure you die tonight vampire," I stammered quickly so only he could he me and pointed my finger in his face walking towards him.

"I don't think you have what it takes to kill a vampire, dear." The boy crossed his arms across his chest and stood still. I dropped my seraph blade and took a couple steps back away from him. "Come at me bro!" I yelled to him and watched his smirk fade. He lashed his fangs out, but still stayed still. I motioned him to come at me. His smirk came back and he lunged at me, but I dodged him allowing him to smack to the concrete with a thump. I turned around and Jace looked pissed, but Jonathan applauded with a smile walking towards me. 'Ok, I'll admit I don't care if he gets rid of demons and downworlders, but shadowhunters? I do.'

The vampire quickly stood up and tackled Jonathan. I ran to them and through the vampire off of him into a display window. The glass shattered all over him and many pieces of glass jabbed him. Jace ran to the vampire and helped him up. "What the hell is wring with you two?!" he yelled at both of us.

"He's just a stupid downworlder!" I stammered to him. my fist were clenched and my knuckles began turning bright white, considering how pale I already am.

"Well, this stupid downworlder, is Isabelle's boyfriend…and if he's hurt so is she and trust me you don't want to deal with her when she's like that!"

"She's dating a downworlder?! That's sickening," Jonathan blurted out. I turned to face him and I could tell his demon side was coming out. His eyes slowly turning blacker and blacker.

I whispered into Jonathan's ear about his eyes and he nodded and slowly calmed down. I picked the blade off from the ground and when Jonathan and Jace weren't paying attention I looked to the vampire. I pointed to him and gave him a warning look then put the seraph blade to my throat acting like I was cutting my throat, and I signaled to him that was what he was going to get if he said anything. He nodded and I guess Jace saw him nod and looked into my direction. I smiled evilly to him and he faced back to the vamp.

The four of us walked back to the institute and when neither of the three were looking I slipped out. I walked into Taki's and the waitress asked what I wanted. I just ordered a coffee, straight black. I quickly chugged the coffee down and herd the door to Taki's slam loudly. I looked to see who it was. It was, Valentine? I quickly sunk into my seat and I herd him go into the booth behind me. I sat myself back up and listened to the conversation. "…is it ready?" I herd Valentine's question roughly.

"Yes, all of it is together in the abandon barn out east," the unfamiliar voice calmly said.

" And the cup? It is obvious Clarissa and Jonathan wont be able to get their hands on it in time."

"Actually I have it with me." There was a ruffle and a small clang.

"Thank you. You have done well. I will release you of the curse, but later."

I was breathing heavily by then and ran out of Taki's down the road not knowing where I was going. I stumbled into a park. There was a bench near by and I took a seat. I leaned my head into the palms of my hands which were balancing themselves on my thighs. I felt someone weigh the other part of the bench down and I looked up and met Jace's gaze. "Jace, what do you want?" I sighed. "Well, first of all I still need to talk to you. Secondly, I was worried about you, also you owe me an explanation," he replied putting his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I sat up and leaned on his shoulder. "Are you ok?" he asked smoothing down my hair.

"It's complicated," that's all I could really say. I was kinda surprised Jace was the one who came after me.

"What was up with the demons? What were they talking about? You never let them finish what they had to say…"

"They didn't deserve any last words." At this moment I wish I could just think like Jonathan. He always had something to say usually. "Alright, but why are you so against downworlders? I mean Simon didn't do anything to you."

'So that was his name. Bleh Simon.' I looked at Jace. "First of all that's how JJJ-Sebastian and I were raised and that bloodsucker threatened me and I'm not just gonna stand there and let him do it." Jace just nodded and smiled. I was a little shocked that he smiled about it, but whatever. "Well, we need to get back to the institute. Come on." He stood up and offered me his arm and I took it. We hadn't even walked half a mile and it started to rain. "Thank you, by the way," I said looking into Jace's golden eyes. "For what?" he asked me, but I was pretty sure he knew what for; just wanted to hear it.

"For coming for me and seeing if I was ok." I unlocked our gaze and Jace unhooked our arms from each other and wrapped his arm loosely around my waist. It started to pour and I was freezing. I shivered. "Are you cold?" he asked me sweetly. "I'm fine."

He took his arms out of his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "Thanks," I said smiling, but not looking at him. Jace wrapped his arm around my waist again, but tighter than before. I leaned my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head. It was weird, but I didn't bother saying anything.

I felt like I could trust him more, just because of one little thing. I could trust Jonathan, but I didn't know anymore. Not after what happened today. He knew all about that plan and didn't say anything to me. Obviously I wouldn't of went with it in the first place. I never would. It seemed the only person at the moment that cared about me…was Jace. Valentine had done very bad things to me, but he always said it was to make me a better shadowhunter. The demon whip marks still ached all over my body once in a while and it's been 4 ½ years. He stopped then because I began to follow his every demand, including the one when he said to ignore my mother until he said so, that was a really big one for me. I loved my mother and never wished to do that, but she understood if I didn't listen I would get whipped.

'I need to tell the Lightwoods about the abandon barn in east New York.' I had to do it. I was no longer doing this for my brother, for Valentine. His plan is terrible, some of it anyway. 'But, if I tell the Lightwoods they could get hurt.' Jace and I finally arrived at the institute. We were about to walk in, but Jace kept me pulled out in the rain. "Jace, come on; I'm cold and by the looks of it so are you," I said to him with a shiver. He placed his hand under my chin and raised it up to him so he was looking directly into my eyes. "Your not who I thought you were.." he finally said. My heartbeat quickened.

"What'd you mean?" "I mean, your different from other girls. You don't seem to try to stay attached to me all the time, when all the girls do. Your just different."

"I hope that's not a bad thing…" I giggled. "No…it's not." Jace smiled and his eyes twinkled from the sun hitting them.

Jace slowly leaned closer to me and our lips were only about an inch apart. He brushed his lips gently across mine than the institute door flung open. I jumped back away from Jace and saw Jonathan. "Sorry to interrupt, but Sephina, I need to talk to you," he said calmly. I looked back towards Jace "Umm, I'll talk to you later Jace."

"Come to my bedroom when you and Sebastian are done talking," he said then winked and me.

I blushed as I looked away from him and we all walked into the institute together. Jonathan pulled my wrist and tugged me upstairs to my room. He slammed the door behind him loudly. "What was that?!" he yelled. "We're here for a reason. Get your act together or I will be forced to tell father and he will bring that whip out," he yell-whispered in my face with dark, angry, orbs.

Memories of Valentine lashing me with that demon whip flooded to my mind and it was like it could feel the burns all over again. I gritted my teeth at Jonathan with disgust. "Get out…" I stated trying to keep myself from yelling at him. I could tell by his look he knew I was thinking about all of the times that I had gotten it. "What?" he said smirking like he could whatever he wanted. I stood up and took a deep breathe and yelled, "GET THE HELL, OUT OF MY ROOM!" Someone knocked on the door. "Hey, it's Jace. Are you okay?!" I could hear him yell from the other side of the door. "Get out Jonathan," I calmly told him. He turned away from me and stomped out of my room and into his. He slammed his door so hard I thought it was going to crack in half. Jace was still at the door and he had seen everything that happened. I'm not sure if he herd me call Jonathan, Jonathan or not, but I think they should know anyway.

I don't want to do this missions for Valentine anymore and apparently he already got that cup. 'I'm gonna have to after him.' I sat down on my bed and rubbed my temples. I felt a weight drop on my bed and I knew it was Jace. "Sephina, are you ok? What happened?" he asked putting his arms around me and putting my head into his chest. I moved my hands away from my temples and swung them around Jace's waist. "Sebastian gets like this once in a while, but it's fine. He won't hurt anybody."

"Why was he so upset though? Was it because of what happened out front?"

"It's complicated Jace." I sighed heavily into his chest.

"How's it complicated? Just tell me. You can trust me." I gulped. Jace lifted me away from his chest. "Sephina?"

I stood up from the bed and played with the hem of my shirt nervously. "Jace, I haven't been very honest with you."

"What'd you mean?" I took a deep breathe and turned to look back at him. "I'm not who you think I am. Jace, if I tell you this you will hate me." Jace scoffed. "How could I hate you?"

"My name isn't Sephina, Jace. When you asked about the demons I killed them quickly because they knew who I really was. Look, I want you to know who I am, but you'll try killing me."

"What…but…" I could see he was shocked from his eyes, but he kept a straight face. "Run your hands through my hair." I kneeled next to him and allowed him to run his hand through. "Now, look at your hands," I pointed out to him.

'That's what you get for buying cheep dye.' He calmly stood up. "Who are you?" I took a deep breathe.