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The beat of the drums and the strumming of the guitar kept me occupied as I walked down the street.

After a long while, I became aware of the silence.

Cars had stopped driving by, the crickets no longer chirped and despite how dark it was, none of the street lights were on.

I switched my iPod off, wanting all five senses alert. Well, technically I guess it would be six senses but that doesn't matter. Something was off. I knew it was.

Slowly turning around, I began to backtrack.

"Clary!"

I stopped short. Was that my name being called? Who was that?

"Clary!"

Jace. I followed his voice, running as fast I could. I trippoed and stumbled over things I couldn't see in the dark but I didn't stop.

I turned the corner and stopped when I found him.

His white shirt was covered in blood, some dripping from his mouth. He fell to his knees and I ran to his side.

"Jace!" I cradled his head in my lap and pushed the pieces of blond hair out of his eyes. "Oh, Jace, what happened to you?"

"Clary…" he whispered.

"Don't worry, Jace. You're gonna be ok. I'm calling the police." I could barely pull out my cell phone with my shaking hands but Jace pushed it out of my grip.

"No," he said. "Clary, you have to go."

"What? No, I'm not leaving you here! Have you lost your mind?"

"It's a trap!"

As he said it, something had pushed me over so I was lying on my back.

The thing that attacked me Wednesday night stood in front of me.

I tried to crawl away, but it pinned its grimy knees on me so I couldn't move.

"What did you do to him?" I screamed. "I'll kill you if he dies!"

"Clary, don't!" I heard Jace say.

The thing cut me with his razor sharp tail.

I tried to get back up even though I knew it was useless to fight. But the thing held me down and whispered something in my ear.

"Watch."

He turned my head and I saw the boy from my dream. The boy who I couldn't seem to stop sketching.

His black hair looked to be about Jace's length, his eyes-the small glimpses I got to see anyway-were a cold blue. He sat on the floor with a mirror standing behind him, which didn't reflect him at all. I saw a beautiful place in it. It had healthy green grass, bright blue sky and had perfect houses in the background.

A sword lay beside him, with a blood staining only the tip. And in his hands, he held a cup. Blood was inside of it. I was assuming that was Jace's blood.

I looked back at Jace in the corner of my eye. He wasn't moving. I couldn't tell if he was still breathing or not.

"Jace! Jace, can you hear me? Jace!"

The monster hit me in response. I had no choice but to watch the boy do whatever the hell he was doing.

The boy's eyes rolled in the back of his head. His figure seemed to shimmer. I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or not.

"Angel of Light," he murmured, "I command thee."

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I woke up with sweat dripping into my eyes, hair and clothes sticking to my skin and my heart pounding like crazy.

When my phone began to ring, I wanted to let it go to voicemail. But when I saw it was Jace, I answered, just wanting to hear his voice so I knew he was safe.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Clary. I just wanted to make sure you didn't give me a bogus number," he chuckled.

I smiled lightly. Jace was ok. It was just a dream. But the horrible things I saw were still fluttering in the back of my head.

"Are you there? Clary?"

I cleared my throat. "I'm here. Sorry."

"Why do you sound like you just ran a mile?"

I tried to play it off as nothing. "Just a bad dream."

"Must've been some dream. Are you ok?"

"I'll live."

Jace was quiet for a second. "Where are you? We should get together today. We should meet at the fountain by Deals."

I laughed lightly. "But don't you have plans?"

"No. Don't you want a distraction from that nightmare?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, all right. I'm bored anyway. Give me an hour and a half."

"Ok, see you then."

I hung up the phone and then jumped up surfing the pile of clothes in my dresser.

After wasting a good fifteen minutes, I was in the shower.

My hair was still damp and I had a toothbrush sticking out of my mouth when I realized how quiet the house was.

Sticking my head out the door, I looked around for Luke and Jocelyn. Both of them were gone. I'm pretty sure Jocelyn was at work. But when I'm grounded, she makes sure there's someone to watch me. But Luke wasn't here.

I smiled and decided not to question it. Luck was finally on my side. I wasn't going to jinx it.

I went into my room and moved my dresser in front of my door. Yeah, I know that's a little cheesy but that cheap-ass lock wouldn't do shit. It needed some backup.

When I was satisfied with my work, I made sure I brought the picture of the boy in my dreams. Maybe I could ask Jace some questions while I was out.

I shoved the picture into my bag and climbed out the window.

When I got to the fountain, Jace was all ready there waiting for me.

I sat down next to him. "Hey. Did I make you wait too long?"

Jace shrugged. "Not really. But for a minute I thought you stood me up."

I sighed. "So, I did take too long. I'm sorry."

Jace laughed. "It's ok. So, what've you been up to since the last time I saw you?"

"Just hangin'" I laughed, not really wanting to tell him I was grounded. "You?"

"Same as you. So, where should we go first?" he asked.

"Well, when you called you caught me off guard and I never got breakfast."

"Ok, so we'll have brunch. Pizza sound good?"

I nodded.

Jace and I shared the personal pizza he bought.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw it was Simon. I let it go to voicemail.

"Who was that?" Jace asked.

"One of my friends."

"Was this the one who played at the Pandemonium Friday night?"

"Yeah, that's him. He was the guitarist."

"Oh, the dorky one!"

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to try to suppress my laughs. "Yes, the dorky one."

"Sorry, I guess that was a little mean."

"Just a tad."

It's like your asking for trouble. Whattaya say we kill two birds with one stone?

Jace and I looked at each other with matching expressions.

"You heard that too?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. Looking out the corner of my eye, I saw one of the women sitting in a booth by herself was staring at us with those pupil less eyes. She reminded me of one of those half-breeds they showed in the movie Constantine.

As if reading each other's minds, we calmly stood up, threw out our trash and left the store.

"I've been seeing them a lot more than usual," I murmured.

"I have been too. It's really starting to freak me out."

I scoffed. "It's starting? My whole life I thought I was gonna die."

"Let's sit down for a while."

We stopped at a nearby bench.

I took a deep breath. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

I pulled out the picture of the boy. "Do you know who this is?"

He took the picture in his hands. "He looks familiar. Why?"

"I've been dreaming about him."

Jace shrugged. "I don't know. I know I've seen him before but I just can't remember where."

"I'm starting to think that he has something to do with this."

"Are you sure? I mean, they could just be dreams."

I shook my head. "My dreams are never just dreams. They mean something." I swallowed as I thought about a dead Jace lying on ground.

"I've had few that are like that. But I never sat and tried to think about it."

I didn't say anything. Just thinking about the boy who sat in front of me with blood all over him made me nauseous.

"Do you always draw what you see in your dreams?" Jace asked.

"Yeah. It helps."

"The next time we see each other, you should bring your drawings over. Maybe we could make something out of them."

I blinked. "That's actually a really good idea."

Jace pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down on it. "Here, it's my address."

I put it in my pocket. "Ok cool. Thanks."

Jace and I just walked around for a couple of hours joking around until we came across an abandoned building. Inside were a group of kids, some our age, and some maybe at the age of twenty. But what I didn't expect was to see Luke talking to all of them.

"What the hell is going on?" I whispered.

"You know them?"

I looked at Jace. He turned pure white. "What's the matter?"

"They're like those things we see."

"All of them?"

"Yeah!"

I looked back at the group of them. "Not Luke."

"So, you do know them?"

I shook my head. "Just the one in front. He's my step-dad."

Jace shook his head. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

As we were walking away, I knew Luke got a glimpse of me. I was screwed now. He knew we were spying on them.

When we made it back to the fountain, it was almost six. We sat down and discreetly splashed ourselves with the cold water.

We didn't say anything for a while. But when I opened my mouth to try to lighten up the mood, Luke walked out from behind a corner and stood in front of us.

Jace was stiff and tried to look tough. But I knew Luke wouldn't hurt him.

"Are you mad?" I asked.

Luke smirked. "No." He looked down at his watch. "But your mother should be home in about five minutes."

My eyes widened. Five minutes? I was never going to make it back to the house in five minutes! "Jace, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you later, ok?"

"Wait, Clary!"

I didn't turn around. I just kept sprinting.

By the time I got back to our apartment, I knew my five minutes were long gone. But luck was still on my side.

As I began to ascend the stairs of the fire escape, I saw Jocelyn walking into the building. Good, I had a few extra seconds.

I dived through the window in my room and moved the dresser just as I heard Jocelyn's keys jiggling in the doorknob.

Throwing the door open, I ran into the kitchen and turned the sink on as if I were doing the dishes the entire time.

Jocelyn walked in just as I had the sink on and gave me one long look.

It took everything I had in me not to pant or let my nostrils flare from lack of oxygen.

Finally, she dropped her keys into her bag, walked into her room and closed the door.

I opened my mouth and let myself pant to catch my breath.

When I heard the door open again, I caught myself and continued to wash the dishes.

"Where's Luke?" she demanded.

I shrugged. "Why don't you call and ask."

"Were you here alone this whole time?"

"No," I lied. "He left a couple minutes ago. He said it was an emergency. Why, don't you trust me?"

Jocelyn glared and went back into her room.

Now, my only problem was Luke. If he blew my cover, not only would I be upset that he was hanging out with half-breeds, I'd be extremely pissed. He's been acting like a total dick lately.

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