Sorry I left you with a cliffie for so long, but I kinda went on a temporary hiatus. Sorry!

"Clary, clary, clary, clary. CLARY ARE YOU THERE!?" A persistent voice asks.

"Go away!" I yell into my pillow, the bed is so warm…The voice doesn't say anything. Huh? I open my eyes and sit up; strange…I don't remember falling asleep in this room. Where am I?

"CLARY!" There the voice was again. I scan the room but there's no-one there.Unless…of course Jace.

"Calm down bro."

"Bro? That's how you greet your super hot boyfriend! Clary, I was so worried. I thought you were dead! Where are you?"

I survey my surroundings.

"Not entirely sure…what happened?"

"Valentine Morgenstern happened"

"Oh"

It feels like a stone has been dropped inside my stomach, coming with the sudden realisation of what happened and where I am.

"Well, I think I'm at the Morgenstern Manor. Rubbish name, couldn't he call it Borris or something?"

"Yeah, because we all want to live in Borris"

"Point taken"

"So, please elaborate. Where exactly in Borris are you? "

"Erm…the heart"

"Heart?"

"I'm in a bedroom Jace. The bed's really comfortable…"

At the word bed, Jace's brain whirs.

"Jace!"

"What?"
"You are disgusting!"

"Hey! I'm a hormonal teenaged boy!"

"Doesn't make it any better!"

There was a mental silence for a while.

"…I missed you, you scared?" He asks

"More than I've ever been." I take another look around the room. "I hate just being in the same house as them, even though they are MEANT to be my family! I'd take Luke's awful singing over them any day!"

"I can always buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they have one called 'Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil'. That part you're just going to have to work through on your own."

I laugh mentally.

"Wow, you are going to write that for me next time I see you!"

"What if I don't see you again?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

"Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all."

"You should be a poet or something!"

He mentally snorts "Yeah I'll be the infamous Jacespeare!"

"I'm going to find them, either I show I'm stronger and come to them or let them come to me."

"Right, just please be careful"
"Love you."

"Love you too."

I count to ten and heave myself out of the bed. The cruel cold air immediately penetrates my exposed limbs and I shiver. I look down at my attire to see I am in a thin nightdress. Please say that they have servants now…urgh! What if Valentine or Jon had dressed me? I browse through the wardrobe, I pull a few garments out. They are mostly dresses and skirts that are my exact size. I glance at the room again, the white walls and oak furnishing are unfamiliar and it certainly isn't my old bedroom. Creepy…

"Hey Jace?"

"Yeeeees?"

"There are clothes here."

"Oh goody!"

"No, I mean clothes that are my exact size."

"That's not creepy at all…" I sigh and pull on a neat green blouse and designer jeans. Wow, maybe Jonathon has a secret passion for fashion? I laugh at the idea and creep towards the door, half expecting it to be locked but to my surprise it isn't. I glance at the corridor. It's a corridor in the west wing of the house, where I was never allowed.

"Why am I here?" I wonder

"'Here' as in Borris or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but-"

"If you value your sanity I suggest you shut up" I threaten, as I stroll down the vaguely familiar corridor.

"Oh really, what're you going to do?" He teases.

I smile and play nyan cat in my head on repeat.

"My ears! Make it stop!" Jace mentally yells.

I smirk and attempt to forget the tune. It soon dissipates from my mind as I round the corner towards the living room. My mother is lying peacefully on a sofa by a roaring fire, unfortunately my father is also kneeling by her side.

"Stay away from her!" I yell, wishing I had a knife or any kind of weapon. I'd even take a spoon…Valentine's head snaps up and he calmly stands up with a collectively cold stare.

"Clarissa, wonderful to see you are awake."
"Yeah, well I wish I was still asleep. Otherwise this nightmare wouldn't be happening."

He crosses his arms and straightens up, taking advantage of his 6 foot build.

"I would think very carefully before I spoke, if I were you"

"Yeah well you're clearly not."

"No you may not be me, but you are my daughter and I expect you to behave in the appropriate way."

I roll my eyes and my eyes find their way to where my mum is on the sofa. I had missed her, a lot. The laughter, hugs and the just plain mundane things that filled our weekends made them the best weekends of my life.

"Now, tell me, Clarissa. How do I wake her up?" He says, following my gaze.

"I don't know."

He steps forward, deliberately invading my personal space to make himself more intimidating.

"Oh. I think you do."

Okay, maybe mum did mention a spell book, but why should I tell him that?

"No. I don't." I try to say as calmly as possible. TELL ME. The command spirals from the rune and sends a shock wave through my body. No, fight it! It works its way towards my vocal chords where I know they will betray me. His eyes flash as he registers my struggle and a hand cracks into the side of my face, causing my head to snap to the side, making me lose my concentration.

"The spell book." I spill.

"Spell book?" He asks incredulous.

"Isn't that what I just said?" I ask cheekily. He narrows his eyes and quick as a flash grabs my pinkie finger, thankfully on the hand that doesn't contain the ring. He bends it, just to the point where if he inserts more force my finger will snap.

"Now, answer my questions and I will spare you unnecessary pain."

I don't say anything, so he pushes my finger a bit further, my eyes start to water.

"Fine! Yes."

"Yes father."

"Yes, Valentine."

He raises an eyebrow and pushes down on my finger another fraction, I can feel a ligament tear and I resist the urge to scream.

"You will address me as father or sir. I despise this new first name palaver"

"Yes father."

"Ah, so we are finally making some progress. Honestly, you were never this hard to control."
"Yeah well I grew up."

"Under the influence of a werewolf and my wife no doubt"

I don't say anything.

"Now, where were we? Are yes, you were telling me about a spell book. Where is it?"

"I don't know."

"Stop lying! It's not doing you any favours" Another tear in my finger, the pain shoots up my arm and I grit my teeth.

"Fine, it's in the other manor"

"Which other manor?"

"I don't know, how many do you have!?"

"Mmmm….it's probably in the Wayland Manor, and this book will wake up Jocelyn?"

"I assume so."
"If I find out that you are lying you will regret the day you were born" He threatens.

"Don't I already?"

He simply pushes down on my poor finger; the crack resonates throughout the room. I scream as I register the pain and cradle my broken finger to my chest.

"Do not disobey me Clarissa or you will find a great deal of things broken. Pull yourself together and meet Jonathon in the training room." He states and leaves me in the living room, the fire slowly dwindles to burning coal, much like my hope does.

"Jace?" I ask tentatively. No reply. Maybe he's too busy. I hope he is. If anything were to happen to him…..No, he's Jace, he'll be fine. Before I go to the all to familiar training room, I change into some Shadowhunter gear, which is difficult considering my broken finger. Although dealing with broken limbs are not an unfamiliar dilemma and I am accustomed to the dull pain.

Jonathon smirks when he seems my broken finger and draws an iratze harshly, making a show of his stele as he knows I only need to get my hands on one to escape. He's fast and I mean very fast. I'm considered a pretty good Shadowhunter by many, but against Jonathon I look like a beginner. By the end of three long hours I'm struggling to stay on my feet and concentrating is an impossibility. Jonathon however, has hardly broken sweat.

"You're pathetic!"
"Why thank you" I say parrying his blade. He does an impossible move and knocks the blade out of my hand, using the butt of his own sword to knock me on the head. With enough force to cause pain, but not loss of consciousness. I could own Jonathon at archery, but of course they're all about strengthening weaknesses. Jonathon seems to get bored and moves over to the weapons table thoughtfully. He pulls out throwing stars.

"Ever used one of these before?" He asks.

"Yes" I've had quite a lot of experience with oriental weaponry.

"Hmmph!" He places it back down.

"So you can use all of these?" He says, gesturing to the neat rows of weapons. I scan them.

"Yes"

"Can you reply with more than one word?"

"No"

He rolls his eyes, but I'm convinced I see the corner of his mouth perk up slightly.

"Fine then we'll use the chains" He picks up the chains and I grab another. He swings them around so fast that I can't see them anymore. I copy and pick up my pace. He lashes out, managing to catch my side. I whimper, I'm already battered enough has it is. It turns our that Jonathon is the master of this, I find that out the hard way as the chain comes flying towards my face and I'm flung painfully forward into the ground. Unfortunately he's also managed to tie my hands together so I can't prevent my face from crashing into the floor. Ow. He picks me up roughly and untangles me.

"Impressive Jonathon, but I think Clarissa will need a bit more practise." Valentine's ominous voice echoes throughout the room. By this point I can barely stand, so I don't really care what he has to say.

"You may finish training for today, Jonathon I have business to discuss with you. Clarissa you will go to your room and stay there. Understand?" he commands.

"Yes"

"Good, I'll know if you don't. Tomorrow you and Jonathon will find this spell book, do not disappoint me"

They leave and I drag myself up to my room. Turns out they don't have servants! I shower and change for bed. I know I should probably do some investigating but my aching body refuses to let me stand any longer. And I fall to sleep, dreading the days that are to come. After all, who looks forward to living with them? As soon as I find out their plans, I am out of here!