"Jace?" Clary said with her head resting over his heart. Every beat ran through Clary's body and when the beat made its way to her heart, she felt the connection between them.
"Yeah?"
"Stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone." She asked.
"You didn't even need to ask, I would of done it anyway." He laughed and so did Clary. "Let me just take my boots and that off and I'll join you right away madame." Clary giggled and Jace got up. He took his boots off placing them at the end of the bed. He then took his black t-shirt off exposing his paleness and muscular phsyique that was covered in black marks that showed he'd been in battle. Next, his trousers came off and he neatly folded them up and put them at the end of the bed with his boots and t-shirt. He then climbed back into bed with Clary and she snuggled up to him whilst he wrapped his arms around her. Clary fell asleep rather quickly and surprisingly, so did Jace. That was the first decent nights sleep he'd had in a very long time.

The Institute's hidden gardens were in full bloom and in the center of the massive dome, was a person. From the back, Clary couldn't tell if it was male or female but whatever, whoever it was, it was dressed in all white and bronze. Those colours were familar to Clary; white was the colour for death and mourning, and bronze was the colour for sumoning wicked powers. The lone figure slowly turned around holding the mortal sword but this mortal sword was black with gold lace work up the blade. The blade shone brightly in the dim light and Clary noticed a rune on the handle only her and her father knew. The figure held the sword in one hand and the free hand went up to the black hood and slowly pulled it down revealing a woman's face. It was smooth and pale and Clary recognised her immediately.
"Hello dear, I've not seen you since you were seven. How are you?" The tall, slim woman asked.
"Aunty Victoria, I'm very well thank you. You look... different. I'm sorry but my father told me you had died when I was eight." Clary replied shivering like she'd seen a ghost.
"Why no, that was just a cover up. I went and stayed with the Iron Sisters and now I'm ready Clary; we're ready." Victoria smiled and put the sword away.
"I don't understand. Forgive me aunty but what are you talking about?" Clary asked.
"Do you not remember Clary?" Clary shook her head and Victoria continued. "When you were six, you're father asked me to visit and help train you from a female shadowhunter's point of view. When he went out for those couple of days and left me in charge, we made a promise to eachother did we not? Well, that promise was that if your father ever became greedy, destructive and wanted to take over the world; we'd stop him." Clary just stared at Victoria wondering what the hell was going on; suddenly, she remembered.
"Oh yes, I remember that. But we can't, he's too powerful." Clary gave her opinion and Victoria (metaphorically), pushed it aside.
"Clary, my brother wants to take over the world and we promised each other that we'd stop him and when shadowhunter's make promises, we keep them. I don't know about you Clary, but I keep my promises." Victoria stated.
"Okay, but how? I mean, well he's really powerful and no one will stand against him so I think we're on our own."
"That doesn't matter. We have your powers and they're exactly the same as Valentine's so we have equal strength. I understand that this will be tough, but we need to do it soon and I'll be waiting." Victoria said pulling out the black mortal sword. She walked over to Clary and stopped with the sword directly opposite her heart.
"Where will you be waiting?" Clary said nervously looking down at the sword.
"In your dreams." Victoria said and then the sword was pulled back and plunged straight through Clary's heart.

Clary woke up screaming and her hand went to her heart. It was wet and the metallic smell immediately indicated that it was blood. Her t-shirt was stained and as the blood kept on exiting her body, the stains on the t-shirt grew larger and larger. Clary took off her t-shirt, grateful she'd worn a bra to bed, and saw that the blood was coming from a very deep wound just above her heart. She looked down at Jace and saw that her scream hadn't woken him up. Deciding to let him sleep, she went to the wardrobe and got out some clean clothes and got changed in the bathroom. Unfortunately, the only spare towels were white so Clary pressed the towel onto the wound sucking in her breath as the pain was just too much. She quickly exited the bathroom and saw Jace still fast asleep. Clary left the bedroom and went straight into Jess'.
"Jess, Jess! Wake up! Emergency!" Clary shouted kicking Jess out of bed.
"What? What's going on?" Jess replied mumbling her words.
"You need to help me. Please." Clary said removing the towel. Jess was off the floor and at Clary's side.
"How the hell did this happen?!"
"Long story, but please put an iratze on it. It's deep and it needs healing now!" Clary never used runes unless necessary, and this, was necessary. Jess got out her stele and drew an iratze just below the deep wound.
"There. It'll take a few minutes for it to work but that's only because of the wounds deepness. Where's Jace anyway? I thought he'd of been with you." Jess asked.
"I screamed and he never woke up. I know how hard it is for him to get to sleep so I didn't bother getting him up. Where as you on the other hand, need the training." Clary laughed and Jess scowled at her.
"This isn't a time to be laughing and joking Morgenstern. You've just been seriously hurt, so, are you going to tell me how it happened?"
"No, I'm going back to bed. I'll tell you in approximately... four hours." Clary said checking the time.
"Okay, but there's no way you're training. You can stay in the kitchen and cook breakfast for us."
"Well after you just saved my life, I suppose I can cook. Sorry for waking you, goodnight." Clary picked up the bloody towel and left. Back in her room, Jace still hadn't moved which was a good sign. She chucked the towel into the bathroom and quietly slipped back into bed beside Jace. He stirred and turned over putting his arms around her protectively. Clary snuggled up to him and fell asleep once again.

Clary woke up with very loud shouts coming from down the hallway. Jace was gone. She quickly checked the time and the clock said 10:47. Clary knew she'd overslept but for some reason she was still tired. She threw back the covers and stumbled out of bed planting her small feet onto the hard, cold wooden flooring. Going into the bathroom, Clary saw that the bloody towel was gone. She ran out of the bathroom and found some clean clothes. Chucking things here and there, Clary was changed and she ran out of her bedroom not caring what she looked like.