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So I have been working onsome stuff. And here comes the news I'm already in the dark again. Shit. Luckily though I've already written up to chapter 12! Bam. So yah:)

TMI BELONGS TO CASSIE CLARE

I paused and chose my words carefully. "Hello Mother," I looked into her emerald eyes. ", long time no see." Something abut my voice seemed… different, more in charge, more secure.

"Yes, well desperate times call for desperate measures."

I rolled my eyes. "I agree my darling Mother." I sneered. I sat up in bed and went to stand, but a severing pain shot through my body. I must have worked myself too hard yesterday. 'Never show weaknesses.' Valentine once said. 'It'll kill you.' "If you will excuse me I have things more important to attend to."

Jocelyn grabbed my arm. "I'm here to help you know! To help destroy Valentine."

I ripped my arm out of her grasp and threw her on the floor. My anger radiated from me. "Don't ever touch me or tell me what to do! You've lost that right a long time ago!"

The door burst open and Jace, Maryse, Luke, and Magnus ran into the room, weapons ready.

"Clarissa Morgenstern! Don't not ever talk to me like that again!" Jocelyn got up and grabbed my hair. "Understood?" She sneered into my red hair.

Quickly I grabbed her wrist and flipped her I was about to go in for a final punch when Jace grabbed me. "Stop Clare, this is what she wants; she wants you mad, to show your weakneses." Jace whispered into my ears.

I regained my composure and smiled brightly. "Hey Jocelyn, don't do that again. Or would you like me to call you Mother."

I walked into the living room followed by Magnus. "Well, that was awfully rude."

Magnus gently put his hand on my shoulder. Pulling out one of the fuzzy chairs be motioned for me to sit. "Clarissa, your mother is the only person who can help us."

"Help us with what?" I looked up as Jace and Maryse walked in.

Maryse looked at me ever ly and chose her words carefully. "To kill Valentine, Clary. To kill your Father."

"Let me guess, we'll try and lure him here with his lying bitch ex-wife." I stood up and knocked my seat backwards. "Dd you see her? Did you? She's an excuse of a mother. I will never, ever except anything from her. She ruined me, she ripped me into so many pieces I can never put myself back together."

I grabbed a plate from the counter and threw it across the room. It smashed into the wall and shattered. "That is what I feel like. Luke is a liar too you know. Always a suck up to her sorry ass." I smiled viscously. "Her little lap dog. She never gave a shit, using each person she met for herself! Luke only came back to lure Jocelyn here."

I looked into the corridor. "Come out Mother dear, bring out your lapdog too, I know you're there." Slowly they both emerged from the shadows. "Let you both rot in hell you disgusting, vile creatures. Let the angels curse you forever. I know I will."

Jace followed me outside and I didn't even shed a tear, I was ice. "I guess this Clary doesn't have a big heart or a short temper, huh."

"No, I guess not." Jace looked at his shoes. I looked out beyond Magnus' back porch. What lies out there? How much of this world is unknown to me?

"I'm the person aren't I?" I never looked away from the mountains in the distance.

"Sorry?"

"When we first met, I knew you lost someone close to you, I felt it." I sat down on one of the chairs, Jace did the same. "It was me, wasn't it. You had to see me everyday and it killed you. You know, with me never knowing who you were."

"Well…yeah, yeah it was. I watched you until you were fourteen, Clary. But someone erased you from all of the tracking spells. For a long time only Clarissa Fray existed. There was no Clarissa Morgenstern."

"I always felt like I was missing something, that something was wrong." I looked into my fiddling hands. "I know it's wrong, but I kind of wish I could see my brother."

"What's wrong about that?"

"He's a demon, I'm supposed to kill him."

"But he's also your brother."

"Jace, why did I have memories of my childhood with my… kind-of-parents? Mark and Sarah, I mean."

"Magnus created them." He said nothing more. That part of the conversation was over. He probably had something to do with it.

"How long did I live with Valentine and Jocelyn?"

"Until you were twelve. To answer your next question, I lived with you until you were ten."

"Okay, let's go inside. My dear mother has some explaining to do."

I sauntered into the kitchen. The floors creaked beneath my strides. "Mother dearest! Come out and explain yourself."

Slowly my mother emerged from the shadows and joined everyone at the round table.

"Tea?" Magnus offered.

"Always so kind aren't you Magnus? I've missed you." Jocelyn smiled at Magnus mockingly.

"You see Jocelyn," Magnus began. ",usually I don't take things personally, but shut up. Why are you here?"

Jocelyn smirked. "Have I really caused you all to hate me this much? Jace, what about you? I saved you."

"I saved myself." Jace looked up from his coffee and into Jocelyn's emerald eyes. "You abandoned your daughter, your friends, and yourself. You are not the same Jocelyn. What happened?"

She sighed. "I dabbled with dark magic. It consumed me." She looked at me in the eye. "I'm here because I want revenge on Valentine."

I sat up and dared her. "You will never make it right Jocelyn. You're dead to me."

I turned around to walk to my room when she called after me. "I know how to fix Jonathan. I can give you brother back."

"Whats the catch."

"None. Come, sit."

I did as she said and returned to my previous seat. I looked at her expectantly.

"He needs the blood of an angel."

I was shocked was all my brother in need of was my blood? "So my blood can save him?"

"No, no. You are no angel Clarissa. You are a semi-angel as is Jace. You need the blood of a pure angel."

Jace laughed. "So you give her false hope. No one has seen an angel since my ancestors met one centuries ago!"

"Not so true. There is one in the basement of the Wayland manor. Go on now, save your brother, I will be here when you get back." She looked as if she was contemplating something. "And Clarissa, I'm sorry I don't live up to your imagination. When this is over don't except me to see me again."

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