A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews and faves/story alerts! They really mean a lot to me and keep them coming! This chapter is a little darker and gives a little more background

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"What do you mean it didn't work?" Jace demanded of V.

V kicked off her covers, turned, and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm not saying it didn't work. I'm getting some images and memories I've lost back. I'm just saying I still don't remember my name. Valentine stole—" she broke off. "Wait, what year is it?"

"2012," Jace told her, surprised. Didn't she know what year it was?

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "That bastard took five years of my life away. She returned to her explanation. "Valentine stole five years of my life. It'll take time to get those memories back."

Isabelle came near her, before making a face and stepping back. "By the Angel, you smell. You are showering and getting new clothes." V glared weakly at her.

"Nice to know that she is still so sensitive," Jace said sarcastically as he watched his adoptive sister leave the room.

"Hey," she said, standing up. "Is there a shower or something here? It has been five years since I've bathed. I guess Isabelle had a point."

He laughed a little. "Down the hall, third door to the left."

She nodded and left. Twenty minutes later, she returned, wearing ridiculously tight blue jeans and a flowy purple tank top. Izzy walked behind her, brushing her hair and trying to braid it.

"Oh, my God, you smell so much better now. Actually, you look like you could go into public now."

"I am going to cut my hair off," V grumbled.

"Oh, come on. It's so long and pretty and straight."

She ignored her and turned to Jace. "Is she always like this?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes. But I think that she's trying to forget the way you looked in the cell."

Izzy wore an indignant expression, saying, "Well excuse me for trying to clean her up. Oh, maybe I should have gotten a blue top to match your pretty eyes! Or maybe—"

She was cut off by the Institute doors opening. "Jace! Where are you? You're supposed to be training me, remember?" Clary walked into the Infirmary. When she saw V, she stopped. "Umm… Hi. I'm Clary Fray." She held out a hand.

She took it and smiled briefly, until she saw the Morgenstern ring on her neck. Her eyes widened as her smile faded and she stepped back. "Morgenstern," she said in shock as she threw up and coughed up some blood, before passing out.

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Jonathan opened his eyes. "What… What happened?"

A large demon stepped out from the shadows. "You were dead, boy, until a life was restored in the name of good, so you were brought back in the name of evil. Enjoy your second chance at life, boy." The demon disappeared. Jonathan recognized this cave. It was where he and Angel Boy fought. He smiled. It was time to take what was his: what his father had prepared for him.

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A man with salt-white hair and cold black eyes paced in front of the five girls, ages ranging from eleven to thirteen. They were all remarkably beautiful and strong. The man began to speak. "You are all probably wondering who I am, what I am doing, why I am doing it, and why I took you, so let me clear things up for you. My name is Valentine Morgenstern." The girls began to look more terrified. This was the man who rained death upon Alicante and made the streets run red with blood. "I am going to inject you with five different mixtures of demon and angel blood. Most of you will not survive. I am doing this because I have a son with demon blood named Jonathan. The last one left alive who I deem strongest will become his bride and together, you will start a new, stronger breed of Nephilim. I chose you because you are the strongest, smartest, and most beautiful of the Nephilim your age in Alicante. Do you have any questions?" The youngest, an eleven year old girl with black hair and strange gray eyes, raised her hand. "Yes?"

She spit in his face, saying, "You're a self-righteous bastard who has no conscience. Rot in hell." The other girls looked at this strong-willed one in shock.

Valentine smiled firefly, chuckling to himself before bringing his left hand with a ring down hard on her cheek. "Number Five, this could have been easy and relatively painless for you. Now, I will test your limits to extremes and you will never forget this ring or the family tied to it." He started walking away.

She straightened up. "That's not my name."

He turned around. "Excuse me?"

She looked at him in defiance. "I said, that's not my name. My name is—"

He cut her off. "I don't care what your name was. Your name is now Number Five, and it will be until the day you die."

"I hate you," she said, eerily calm. Her gray eyes were hardened in anger.

"Let's see where that strong will of yours goes when I'm done with you. You'll be a broken, quivering shell of a Nephilim."

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Jace was lightly slapping V's cheek, trying to get her to wake up. She was doing so well until—"The ring," he whispered.

"What?" Clary asked as she looked up at him.

"The ring. It's the Morgenstern family ring. She probably recognized it when she saw it and that's why she flipped out. The Angel only knows what kind of shit Valentine put her through."

Suddenly, she was half-conscious, muttering in her half-passed out state, not knowing they were there. "Valentine, you're a self-righteous bastard. I hate you. Number Five isn't my name." her eyes snapped open. She stood up and walked towards the window, tears streaming down her face. "What happened to me?" she whispered to herself. "I was… so strong, and now, I'm just an empty, quivering shell of a Nephilim."

Jace, even though he knew her for less than half an hour, hated seeing V like this. She seemed so… damaged. Even though she was still close to the brink of death, she was angry at Magnus for hurting Alec. He wondered what kind of girl she was. "Come on, V," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Let's get you a room. Clary," he turned to the redheaded girl that was everything to him, "go home. We can do combat training tomorrow. We've had enough excitement for today."

She nodded and left the room. V, although injured, managed to glare at Clary hard enough to make him shiver.

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Alec and Izzy were left together in the Infirmary. "So. What do you think will happen to her?"

"When she's well enough?" He nodded. She sighed. "I don't know, Alec. She'll stay here until she gets her memory back, the Silent Brothers who are still alive will want to talk to her. But other than that? I don't know. Maybe she'll go back to Alicante with her family. Maybe she'll stay here. Maybe… Maybe she doesn't recover and ends up in an asylum or dies. Anything can happen to her."

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