As I walked home I couldn't help all the thoughts that clouded my mind. Thoughts about Jonathon, good ones and bad, but mainly the bad ones, and the thoughts that came most often were the ones about Valentine, the thoughts that I really didn't want to think about. What was he going to do? He better not hurt anyone but me.

As I walked through my front door I was thrown out of my head and back into the present. I was positive something was wrong. My mother's car was here so she would be too but I couldn't hear a sound. Normally when she was home she was in her art studio painting away with the radio blaring and her singing along, but now nothing. I could hear a pin drop.

I crept quickly but quietly to the back of the house where her art studio is located and opened the door to find my half-conscious mother slouched against the wall with two dead Raum demons lying near her. It looked like an earthquake hit this place, there was paint thrown over the floor and shelves, paintings and equipment scattered from corner to corner.

I sprinted to my mother and gently put my hands to her shoulders.

"Mum?...Mum listen to me. Can you hear? Mum" I said gently but urgently.

"Hmmm?" was her way to answer back and tell me she was ok.

"Listen mum, I'm going to call Magnus to come and help. But just in case-" I got out my stele and drew a healing rune on her though it didn't do anything. I grabbed my phone and called Magnus, he answered on the third ring.

"Clary, don't worry I'm already here." As soon as he finished his sentence I heard a knock at the door. I wasn't surprised Magnus knew every little thing that happened, it was a little scary. I opened the door and he came in and walked straight to the studio, he knew our house inside-out. Magnus was probably one of our closest friends.

He knelled near my mother and picked her up bringing her to the couch in the studio, and then he did whatever he had to do that would enable my mum to heal from the demon poisoning. I stood close enough to be able to hear my mother's small, ragged breaths but far enough that Magnus had space to work without interruption. I heard something smash from outside in the hall behind me, I stepped outside to see a photo of me, Jonathon and my mum crushed on the floor and three Forsaken charging right at me.

I got out my two favourite seraph blades and yelled,

"Abrariel. Camael" and the blades shot to life, glowing.

The first Forsaken attacked me head on with out-stretched arms as if it were going to give me a very deadly hug. I used its arms to haul myself up and over the creature. Before I even hit the ground I had Abrariel slash across its throat, decapitating its head from its body and splattering me with its blood.

As soon as that was done I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me, crushing the air out of me and I was positive I was going to have a bruise running all along my chest and arms. Its nails dug into my skin drawing some of my own blood. I knew I had to get the Forsaken away or they would go for my mother and a very tired Magnus who was drained of his magic and they wouldn't stand a chance.

I wiggled my arm free and jabbed Camael it into the side of the Forsaken, it let out a painfully high wail and I spun around and dug Camael into the place where its heart would be and it slumped unconscious. The third Forsaken had its back to me and was reaching for the door which lead to my mother and Magnus when I jumped on its back and dug both of my blades into the sides of its neck.

Magnus walked out and had a small smirk on his face.

"I thought I heard the sound of battle. Any way your mother is fine, but she needs some rest, its only 5pm she should wake up next morning. Also I think I should stay the night to make sure she's ok."

"Of course you can stay. Thank you so much Magnus." I said giving him a huge hug. He was like my second brother, so he hugged me back and it was peaceful for one second.

"What the hell is going on?" I turned around to see Jace standing there in Shadowhunter gear and a confused expression on his face.

"Jace. What are you doing here?" I asked. Now it was my turn to be confused.

"There was demonic senses coming from here and I saw your mum's car out here and guessed you would have come home since you weren't at training. I thought you were in trouble. Now you answer my question. What the hell happened? You should be dead and you shouldn't be holding seraph blades, hugging a warlock." He said pointing at Magnus.

"Ok, look Jace. I know you won't believe me but I'm a Shadowhunter too just like you and I have always and everyone else just never knew it." I said.

"Well then why couldn't we see your marks?" He asked.

"Alright, well, you won't believe me."

"Try me." He said sounding confident.

"Well I don't know how or why but I can create new runes." When the words left my mouth he tilted one of his eyebrows up and replied,

"Ok, now I don't believe you. I really think you could lie better than that."

"Look pretty boy, she's not lying." Said Magnus.

"Fine," said Jace, with a cocky grin, "prove it.'

I lifted up my sleeve and showed off the rune that allowed no one to be able to see my marks or even guess that I was nephilim. Jace looked at it with awe for one second then recollected himself and spoke.

"What's it do?"

"This rune," I said "is the reason you never knew I was nephilim."

"Alright, fine I believe you. One more question, I don't suppose you took out these forsaken?" He said with a smirk.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Is there something wrong with that?" I said injecting a lot of venom in my words, though not near enough to make Jace flinch.

"Not at all. You do know you're going to have to tell Izzy and Alec, unless you want me to do it? But I doubt you do. Oh and if any other demons come let me know." With that he left. Only now did I realise what a mess I must look like. I had my shirt covered with dirt and blood from the forsaken. My face had a little scratch here and there and I was already starting to bruise.

"I have to admit," Said Magnus "he sure is hot, but a huge jerk." I laughed and we checked the house for any other demons.

I didn't really want Jace to leave. He made me feel safe somehow, and I knew he wasn't always like this and that he was more than some up-himself, flirting soccer player.

God Clary. Jace is a jerk; get that through your head. He doesn't even like you. Every time he hears your name he probably thinks "Clary? Oh yeah, Alec and Izzy's weird friend." Ugh why is he so complicated?

Jace-

I can't believe she's nephilim. She's so small and delicate, I don't like the thought of her going up against those Forsaken, no matter how hot it would have been. She was hurt and I saw that huge bruise spreading across her arms. I would bring those Forsaken back to life just to make them suffer for what they did to her.

Ugh Jace, she doesn't even like you. Every time she hears your name she probably thinks "Jace? Oh yeah, Alec and Izzy's jerk of a brother." God, why is she just so complicated?

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