SO I FINALLY WROTE A CHAPTER 4! I just wanted to apologize. I had written Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, but they got lost. I have had no inspiration or time to write, but I know this not a good excuse. Hopefully I can make a set schedule for updating. I also want to warn you: This chapter is not that good because I wrote it in about 20 minutes at around midnight. It is also a filler-ish chapter but has a few key set ups and details that are needed for the next chapter.

Thanks to all the people that have stuck around!

NOW ON WITH THE STORY

I awoke from an uneasy sleep to somebody shouting something about Izzy needing to be banned from the kitchen. I roll my eyes. Of course that's what would be the problem at 8:00 in the morning.

Jace is absent from the spot next to me and I let out a sigh. I decided to head down the kitchen because the twins have made it known they are hungry. Huh. I really want a white chocolate cookie with grapefruit juice. Stupid cravings.

I run a hot bath and allow myself to think about this mysterious fourth mortal instrument. What is it? Is it more powerful than the other instruments? Where is it?

I soak for a while and decide to keep reading an epic book, called The Game of Thrones. I am so engrossed in the story that I don't hear the bathroom door opening or the man in black walking towards me.

Jace POV

I pull my hair in frustration. There is nothing, absolutely nothing on this so called fourth instrument. All I have managed to do is waste 4 hours of my life that I will never get back. I walk out of the Institute library and head to Clary and I's bedroom.

I notice there is something wrong instantly. I can just feel it. I walk into the bathroom and my stomach drops to the floor. There is blood everywhere, and I mean everywhere. The water in the bathtub is blood red and inside is that book Clary had been reading, The Game of Thrones, opened to a page. All words had got wet, making them ineligible, except for the two words, "She's mine."

I hurl the book at the mirror. Who would have done this? The only person I can think of is the bastard who keeps giving me trouble: Sebastian. But he had died as Jonathan in the Demon Realm. Who would it have been now? And, I instantly come to another answer; It is the person who would have wanted revenge for Sebastian's death: The Seelie Queen.

That fucking bitch.

I immediately call an emergency meeting, including everyone, Magnus, Isabelle, Alec, Maryse, Robert, Rat Boy, anybody and everybody that was readily available.

It takes 15 minutes to rally all the people together and I can't help but pace the library, thinking about how we're wasting time and possibly bringing Clary's life closer to...de..death. I choke up on those last words.

Finally, everybody piles into the library. They all take a seat and I have no other choice but to begin.

"So, Clary has been taken. I found a bloody scene in our bathroom and Clary is nowhere to be found. My only guess would have to be that the Seelie Queen was in charge of the kidnapping. I am not sure who is working for her. Any ideas?"

Izzy has begun crying and everybody shares looks of grief. Jocelyn and Luke, of course, are also crying. I was never Jocelyn's number 1 fan, and she never mine, but Clary is one person we both love, so I do something I never thought I would do: I embrace her. She is sobbing by now and I just pat her back because I feel the exact same way.

Once tissues are brought in, we all get to work.

Alec says, "Is Meliorn still alive? He was Seelie's accomplice. Maybe he is her helper and does her dirty work for her."

"Maybe, but it couldn't have been just him. How did they get into the Institute? They possibly could have gotten a portal by some warlock. Magnus, do you have any idea who would have done this?" asks Jocelyn.

Magnus doesn't respond right away. But finally, he does say, "Malcolm Fade. He owed the Seelie Queen a debt. I am not sure what, for we only talked a few times, each time over a short period. Apparently this debt was a great cost, so that could have been it."

Jace thought for a moment. "Well, I guess we'll have to do some research on Malcolm Fade. But we have to be quick about it. Clary's life is on the line. Let's get started."

Clary POV

Damn this headache. I groggily open my eyes and find myself in a black room. The walls are black, the ceiling and carpet is black, the door is black, and so is the bed, comforter, and anything else.

The bed is really comfortable, however the room is cold and I feel beaten up. I vaguely remember being in the tub and then-? What happened? I try to remember, but the headache is really hurting now and I can't think.

I have no idea where I am so I decided to get up. I walk out into the hallway, and an alarm goes off. It's blaring, my headache gets worse, I'm dizzy, where is everybody? Somebody runs into me, picks me up, and throws me back on the bed that I had just been laying on.

The man is gone, but another man, no-creature, walks in the room. He has white hair and purple eyes. He is tall-ish, has an angular face that makes him somehow strangely attractive.

"Well, I am glad to see that you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"Who are you? And why I am here?!"

"So you're saying you don't recognize me? What a shame. I'll have to go give my dear friend Magnus Bane a visit, see what he is up to."

Ok, who is this man? I do feel like I know him. But from where? And how? Think, Clary, think! Mason? Mager? Malcolm!

"You're Malcolm Fade, High Warlock of Los Angeles. What business do you have with me, if there should be any?"

Malcolm paced around the room for a minute, and appeared to be contemplating what he was going to say next.

"Well, my dear, you are a special possession. One true beauty that I have not been able to fully appreciate yet. You could also be very useful, yes very useful, indeed. And don't expect much more information. I am a wise warlock, my dear, you mustn't doubt me. Good bye for now. And with that, he walked out of the room.

I was shivering from a little bit more than the cold. I would have to figure out what to do, but later. I laid down, and pulled the covers up over me, but not before I heard the click of the lock on the other side of the door.

Jace POV

Oh my gosh. I feel exhausted. We have tried tracking this Fade guy, but with absolutely no luck. And poor Clary. I wish I could just hug her one more time. I also wish it would have been me that they had kidnapped, instead of her. Clary is so pure, so kind, so gentle, she is everything that I am not. That is why she is my soul mate. That's why I love her and that's why I vow to kill the person that took my beautiful girlfriend away from me.

I won't stop until I find her.

I won't.

So there is an unrealistically long overdue Chapter 4. This is a "filler" chapter, but I it is also a "set-up" chapter. I have hopefully set a few things up for the next chapter so I can write some action scenes. There will also be more about Clary's pregnancy and there will be some Clace scenes, because I ship them so hard. I am so sorry for the crazy long wait. I had just about given up on this story, but got a little inspiration, so I wrote it. Thank you to all the people who will read this chapter and will forgive me!

~Avery XOXO