(A/N) I'm sorry I took so long. I was at the cottage. Mine and my friend's. But, it gave me an idea for a new story. If you would like to read it, info at the bottom.

CLARY POV

I wake up in a soft bed, the room is dark. My first thought is am I dead? Nope. Being dead will be peaceful. This is not peaceful. There was something about the room. About the silence. It was like I could sense his presence. I reach out, hoping to find a table lamp. I can feel that it is small, and it takes me a few seconds to turn it on. The light isn't new. That was for sure. I could tell because the glow was yellowish. Not too bright, but bright enough to let me see my surroundings.

"No." I whisper as soon as I take it in. "No. I can't be here. No." I was on the brig of crying. I felt so helpless. He was the only one in the room with me. No one else. I have never cried before, but now, of all times, all I saw was my surroundings. But still, I felt an unfamiliar drip of saltwater leak down out of my eye, and stay on my lip.

"Clarissa, you really have let love make you weak. Don't you remember our little saying?" Valentine asked in his 'I'm acting calm, but I am absolutely furious with you' voice. I know it's long, but he isn't simple. So he cannot be described simply. "Do you remember Clarissa?" he asked. He has a lot of different tones. This one is the 'answer my question before I ask again, that time in a death hold' voice.

"To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed" I recited.

"Very good," he said, his voice still dangerously calm. I finally turned around to look at him. He was standing behind the bed. I suddenly realized why I was crying. I wanted to live. Before now, I didn't care. I trained, I hunted, but I never lived. My life started when I ran away. It lasted less than a week. I am Clarissa Fairchild. I am seventeen years old, but I have only lived about five days, and I am about to die. Sure. That defiantly doesn't sound crazy. But I wanted to live longer. To experience more. To experience fun. To experience love. To experience jace. So not the time! My mind screams. I need to get out of here. Now. But first, I need to stand up. I realized I was wounded and dizzy.

I looked around the room, actually examining it for the first time. Oh great. I'm back here again. The ugly yellowish ovals on the walls were all too familiar. I used to live here. The worst part was that I was okay with it. The memory made me want to throw up. In fact, I did throw up. Right beside the bed. With the taste still in my mouth, I sat up to find him standing in front of me. The bed was bright and colourful. Ugh! I hate this damn room! I slowly got up out of bed, my body screaming in rejection.

"Clarissa, you have disappointed me. You have let love make you weak. And only in a few days! This is so unlike you. You know I do not want to hurt you, but I am afraid I will have to kill you. Don't worry. I will make it quick and painless. Unlike that vampire boy."

"A few things to say to you father." I sneered the word. "One: I. Am. Not. Weak. Two: you don't know what is like me or not, because you trained me and Jonathan to be your little mini-me's. Three: you don't know what love is. You have never found a soul mate. You have never been happy." I lunged forward on the word happy. Wait. What am I doing? I don't have any weapons. Was the only thought that came to my mind as Valentine pulled out a seraph blade and called it to life.

JACE POV

I want to open my eyes, to wake up, but it is impossible. I am at that stage between awake and asleep. I can't ever remember feeling so weak. Not once. When that thought left my head, one word, or should I say name, came to mind. Clary. Is she alright? Did Isabelle and Alec win? If they did, did they get Clary? Do they still think she is a traitor? They better not. I'm still thinking about her when I hear voices.

"Jace is gonna be pissed," a male vice states.

"I know that!" a female vice retorts. "It's not like we did it on purpose, and that stupid portal closed behind him! How did he even do that? No shadowhunter can make a portal! Never mind make one disappear! Ugh! He is so frustrating!"

Wait. Make portals? He can do that too? Ah crap. Frustration welling inside of me, I open my eyes. The infirmary. That figures. It hurt, but I climbed out of bed, and burst into the hallway.

"What am I going to be pissed about?" I asked in a dangerously calm voice.

"Valentine took Clary," Alec burst out in a rush.

"WHAT?" I almost yelled. Why am I so worried? I've never been this worried for someone outside of my family before. Well, adoptive family. "We need to save her!" I shouted before I thought about it. All I knew was that I was worried, and I was confused. Oh and weak, don't for get that.

"Jace, we know you're not used to hearing this, but you're too weak. You need rest. You need –"

"What I need is to save Clary! I am not leaving her with that murderer!"

"Jace! Don't forget, that murderer is her daddy! How come you care so much about that traitor? She didn't even tell us who her father is!" Isabelle shrieked.

"She told me." I replied calmly, trying to keep my temper under control. Because Isabelle was really pissing me off.

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" she demanded in a very, very loud voice.

"BECAUSE I SWORE I WOULDN'T!" I yelled back.

"ENOUGH!" Alec interrupted. "SHUT IT! Look, we can't fight right now. Here. I will settle this. Jace I'm sure you have a very good reason for not telling us. For keeping a promise to a girl you barely know. Let's hear it."

"Because… I fell in love." I barely whispered. Alec and Isabelle wore looks of shock.

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ISABELLE POV

The three of us had finally found his lair. Jace was leading. He always took charge, but usually so strictly. It was getting annoying. There was one wall with no windows. We assumed he was keeping Clary in that room. The front door was locked. No back door. No side door.

"Now how do we get in?" I asked.

"Like this," replied Jace. He walked up to a window, and punched it.

"Real subtle," I mumbled. Alec stayed quiet.

"We got in, so let's go before we get valentine on our trail."

CLARY POV

I heard a crash. Like it was far away. Either I'm being saved, or father has minions. I know now, that in the next 25 minutes I'm either going to live or die. No pressure though. Valentine is too concentrated on me to notice. The door slams open. Jace is in the lead.

"Jace!" I exclaim. "Alec! Isabelle!" jace was looking at me seriously and longingly. I was weak. He looked weaker than usual. Valentine was frozen looking between us. Jace and I pounced at the same time. Valentine cringed away from Jace, and got tackled by me. He pushed me off with such force that he flung me against the wall. Jace looked pissed.

"Clary!" Jace glanced at me with a sorry look in his eyes.

"I'm fine." I picked myself up, my body screaming in regret. It seems to be doing that a lot lately. All four of us surrounded Valentine. He jumped impossibly high, and jace responded by matching his height, and taking his stele out of his belt on the way down. Jace one. Valentine zero. Although, jace landed right on his butt, while Valentine landed promptly on his feet, and pounced again while Jace was getting up. He wasn't aiming for people. He was going for the bed.

His hand slipped right under the bed and pulled out a bow and a quiver of arrows. Oh joy. That's his best weapon. He took one arrow out, and shot randomly. The wall. Again. This one was heading strait for me. I was paralyzed with fear. A golden figure jumped in front of me. Jace.

"NO!" I immediately bent down t help him. "VALENTINE! YOU ARE A MONSTER!" but he was gone. So were Isabelle and Alec. About 10 seconds later, they walked in the room looking pissed.

"Another one of those temporary por –" Isabelle was cut off when she saw Jace. "What did you do to him?" she shrieked angrily. He was lying barley conscious on the floor, with an arrow piercing his chest. Not his heart, but very close. I was sobbing.

"She didn't do anything," Jace whispered weakly.

"Shhh. Save your strength. Stay conscious. I know it will be hard, but it's so you don't die."

"Like you care!" Isabelle sobbed, and pulled out her stele, getting ready to draw an iratze.

"We can't put an iratze on him until that arrow is out. Alec get over here. I trust you more than Isabelle right now. Bring a small knife. If you don't trust me enough with that thing right now, I don't blame you. So cut off his shirt. Isabelle, please take two steps back. Enough so he can see you, but so you're not in our way." They complied.

"Alec, give me the blade." He looked hesitant, but he gave it to me. "Sit him up." Alec gently did as he was told. He seemed quiet. More than usual. Then again, you can't really blame him. I went and knelt behind Jace, examining the arrow. "That's just perfect." I mumbled.

"What?" Isabelle and Alec asked simultaneously.

"I can create new runes, see when I was little, he told me to create a no-healing rune. It did let the person heal, but only naturally. It can be put on a weapon to strengthen it. When it is placed on a weapon, an iratze won't work. If we tried, it would hurt him even more. It might even kill him. We have to let it heal."

Alec and Isabelle looked horrified. "Y-y-you" he stammered. Isabelle lost it.

"YOU CANNOT TELL ME HE WON'T HEAL! I'M SICK OF YOUI! EVERYTHING WAS FINE UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP! IF YOU CAN'T HEAL HIM THEN LEAVE! IT'S YOUR FAULT HE'S HURT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" She gasped, out of breath. Her breathing stayed shallow, and quick. Isabelle slowly collapsed, like she was melting. Her breathing got even quicker and she started hyperventilating, tears pouring down her cheeks, out of her red and puffy eyes.

Alec kneeled next 2 her and tossed me his cell. "Call Magnus." He said, and started to comfort Isabelle. I caught the phone, clicked the speed-dial button, Magnus was first on it.

"Hi baby," he answered on the first ring.

"Hi Magnus. It's Clary." I knew he was turning red. "Jace's hurt. Come to 227 Ravenwood road. Now."

"What are you doing on Ravenwood road?"

"Later just get up here." I hung up." "'Kay he's coming."

(A/N) the promised info: if you want to read it, please just search up my author name katiemarie1999. because I don't have a name for the story yet. I was thinking, what if Maryse and Robert owned a cottage, so Isabelle, Jace, and Alec went to the cottage, and found Clary? So I'm trying it.