Blood. It was everywhere. Dripping from the cracks in the ceiling, streaking down the walls, pooling on the ground and there were bodies everywhere. Bodies of people she loved.

Clary was shaking at the sight. It was horrifying.

Sebastian walked across the floor towards Clary, leaving bloody footprints on the untouched parts. Clary backed up against the blood streaked wall to try to get away from him.

He stopped right in front of her and gave a menacing grin. "Hello, Clarissa."

Clary woke up screaming. She stopped once she realized she was at the Institute, safe. She switched on her lamp to make sure she was home. once it was on, she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. It was just a dream, she reassured herself.

She was sleeping alone tonight. She knew if she slept alone, she was guaranteed nightmares. At least when Jace was there, there was the possibility of having a peaceful night.

She dreaded the idea of going back to sleep, she knew it'd lead to more nightmares. Clary looked at the clock. It was six in the morning.

Clary got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She showered, got dressed and headed to the kitchen. She picked an apple out of the fruit bowl and took a monstrous bite.

She tried not to think of the dream, but little fragments kept coming back to her. The blood, the bodies... She could identify all of them. They were her friends, family... Jace was among them, too.

She realized she'd devoured her whole apple and had bitten into the core. She threw it out and jumped when she saw Maryse standing in the doorway. "You scared me," she said shakily.

Maryse frowned. "Are you alright? You're never up this early."

Clary looked away. "I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep, that's all."

Maryse walked closer to her slowly. "... Are you okay?"

"Of course," Clary looked back up at her. She had a look of concern on her face.

"Sometimes..." she hesitated. "Rosie... Ever since you've arrived, there has been more than one person screaming in the night."

Clary swallowed- not only because Maryse was on to her, but because Clary knew the other person was Jace. She looked away again.

"Rosie... If you ever want to talk about it..."

"It's okay," said Clary. "I wouldn't want to burden you."

Out of the corner of her eye, Clary saw Maryse frown.

"It's complicated," she mumbled.

"... Rosie, if someone in your life is hurting you, I just want you to know that you can stay here as long as you want. Okay?"

"It isn't that," Clary said quickly. "Rainy and Dug are really great, actually. It's just..."

"... Just what?"

Clary looked at her. "... Sometimes I dream about Jonathan Morgenstern coming for me from beyond the grave," it wasn't a lie, and it felt good to tell someone instead of just drawing the horrific scenes.

"Ah," Maryse nodded. "Because you killed him, right?"

Clary looked away. "Yes," now she was lying.

"Rosie, you don't have to worry," said Maryse. "Jonathan is dead. He can't hurt anyone ever again. You're safe."

Maryse's words were a comfort to Clary. She'd been telling herself the same things for the last two and a half years, but it sounded legit coming from someone else.

"I know," she said. "Thank you."

"I'm thirty six weeks pregnant," said Jocelyn. "I look so round," she scoffed, looking in the full length mirror.

"I think you look beautiful," said Luke, coming up from behind her and putting his arms around her. He kissed her cheek and she smiled. "Have you thought about what we talked about last night?"

Jocelyn frowned.

"Baby names."

"Right," Jocelyn nodded. "I don't know, actually. I don't know what her name should be..." her smile faded. "But I want her middle name to be Clarissa."

Luke stiffened slightly and his smile faded. "That sounds perfect. I bet she would have loved that."

Jocelyn swallowed. She looked directly at the lightbulb, trying not to cry. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking again. "What about you? Did you think about baby names?"

"Well," said Luke. "If it's a boy-"

"Which it isn't. Brother Enoch said she's a she."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Fine. If it's a girl... I was thinking maybe Monica, Beatrice, Allison-"

Jocelyn looked at him. "Allison?"

Luke shrugged. "Yeah. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's just..." she turned back to the mirror. "A girl named Allison came up to be the day the bomb went off. I forgot what it was, but a girl with the same last name came up to be later that day, and she looked just like Clary."

"I remember you telling me this," said Luke. "So, do you like it?"

Jocelyn smiled. "Yes," she put her hands on her stomach. "It sounds perfect."

Allison walked into the living room of the Dawnstrider mansion. She'd lived here about three and a half years now. She was used to it.

Lilly was sitting on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table with her ankles crossed. She had a laptop on her lap and a look on her face that Allison knew all too well.

"I know that look," said Allison teasingly.

Lilly jumped and looked up at her.

"You're looking at pictures of Johnny Depp, aren't you?"

Lilly closed her laptop rapidly. Allison laughed.

"What's up?" Lilly tried to change the topic.

"Nothing. I'm kinda bored, actually. And, I don't blame you. You're fifteen. And, he was super cute in two thousand eleven."

Lilly blushed. "And you don't have any crushes?"

Allison's smile dropped. "I never said that," she cleared her throat. "So... How did Rainy take it?"

Lilly blinked.

"... You did tell her, didn't you?"

Lilly bit her lip. Lilly was tiny. She was short and skinny, and often people would guess she was younger than she was. Especially with her wavy brown hair and sage green eyes. Allison had recently seen her without her disguise rune, and thought she looked beautiful.

"No, I didn't. I don't have to."

"Well, she's pregnant," said Allison. "And she needs to know what to name her baby."

Lilly took her feet off the coffee table and stood up. "It's not like you told Clary everything."

Allison swallowed. "That's different. Clary never has to know this. Rainy does."

Lilly began walking away. Allison ran up to her and took her shoulder, stopping her. "Listen."

Lilly just looked at her.

"If you don't tell Rainy you're her daughter, I will."

Lilly continued to just look. "No you won't, because if you do, I'll tell Clary you're in love with-"

"Don't," Allison said through gritted teeth.

Lilly pushed Allison's hand off her shoulder. "I'll tell Rainy when I'm ready. I still have eight and a half months," then Allison watched Lilly leave. Allison left in the opposite direction, not wanting to face her demons right now.

"... So that's who Allison is? She's your sister?" Simon was surprised, Clary could tell.

"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," said Clary. She took a sip of the hot chocolate Simon had made for her.

They were both sitting on Simon's couch, talking. They hadn't done that since before the bombing incident.

"It's fine," said Simon. "I just can't believe you have a sister. That's like... Wow."

Clary giggled. "I guess."

The front door clicked and in walked Maia. "Oh... Hi," she frowned. "Sorry, I forgot your name."

"Rosie," said Clary. "You're Maia, right?"

Maia nodded. "I'll just... be in my room," said walked into Jordan's room and shut the door.

"I'd invite you to my house," said Clary. "But that's currently the Institute."

"I know," said Simon. "By the way, when are you gonna be able to tell your mom that you're not dead?"

"... I don't know. Allison said I can't know until the day before- Raziel knows why."

Simon chuckled. "You sound like them, too."

Clary furrowed her brow. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No," said Simon. "But it's funny."

Clary giggled. It kinda was.

The elevator doors opened and Clary walked into the Institute. She shivered as she got used to the temperature. It was turning spring outside, but it was still cold.

"Church," Clary spotted the cat sprawled out on the floor. He opened his eyes and glared at her. "Church, where is everyone?"

The cat looked annoyed, but stood up and led her to the weapons room.

"There you are," said Isabelle as Clary entered. "Where have you been?"

"Returning manga," Clary noticed everyone was in gear- save Isabelle, who was wearing a short dress- and were drawing runes on themselves. "Are we going demon hunting?"

"Yes," Isabelle walked up to her. "You need to get ready," she grabbed Clary by the arm and led her to her room.

Isabelle threw open Clary's closet and shifted through the... Whatever was in there that Clary never looked at.

She pulled out something white and lacy and held it out to Clary.

She frowned. "Where are we going again?"

"Pandemonium."

"Then why-"

"Just try it on," Isabelle rolled her eyes. "We're already late because you wanted a playdate with Simon."

Clary rolled her eyes and took the dress.

She came out of the bathroom about a minute later and turned around. "I can't button these damn things," Clary complained.

Isabelle came up and fastened them. "Got it." After Isabelle was done, she turned Clary towards the mirror.

Clary blinked. "Um... This is..."

"Surprisingly sexy on you."

The dress was white with lace sleeves and a slightly puffy skirt that went to her mid-thighs. Clary thought she looked younger.

"I got these, too," Isabelle held up a handful of white things. Clary put them on without protesting.

She now had on white patterned tights, high heel boots and gloves. "I look ridiculous."

"Oh shut it," Isabelle went to Clary's bathroom and got her makeup bag.

She didn't dare look in the mirror again, just followed Isabelle to the elevator. "What, I don't get weapons?"

"You can't conceal a pair of swords, Clary," said Isabelle, rolling her eyes. "You can conceal a whip," Isabelle held up her wrist to prove a point.

"Don't call me Clary."

Isabelle's brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Because, if you get used to it, you might accidentally say it in front of Jace."

Isabelle sighed as the doors opened and they saw Jace and Alec waiting patiently.

"Finally!" said Alec. " Next time, can Rosie just wear shadowhunter gear?"

Clary stopped. "That's an option?"

"No," said Isabelle, pulling her forward.

Clary saw Jace staring at her, and she blushed. "Isabelle made me wear this..."

"She always does," Jace smirked. He held out his hand towards her and she took it.

"No," said Clary. "Not again. Last time it licked me!"

Jace seemed amused by this. Clary glared at him.

"Well, you did well last time," said Isabelle. "And you don't have any runes on, so..."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Next time, I'm putting them on so I don't have to do this. Better yet, I'll wear gear."

"Go," said Isabelle, prodding her on the back.

Clary groaned, but started walking. She took a deep breath to look more confident as she strode across the dancefloor dramatically.

She spotted the demon. He was dancing with a very sweaty mundane girl. She walked between the two and gave him a playful look and smiled. She continued walking, not looking to see if he was following her. When she got to the storage closet, she turned to double check. He was, in fact following her.

A crooked smile crept across her face. Clary would never admit it, but this was kind of fun. She went into the room and waited for the demon.

It took him about five seconds to get there.

"Finally," said Clary as seductively as she could. "I thought I got stood up."

The demon smiled. "What's your name?"

"Rosie."

"Well, Rosie," an evil-looking grin stretched across his face and he stalked forwards slowly. "You certainly look... Delicious."

Clary tried not to look disgusted, knowing he meant it literally. "Not so bad yourself," Clary knew she sounded like she was gagging.

He frowned. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Clary looked around the closet. "It just smells kind of strange in here," when she looked back at him, he grabbed her by her waist and slammed her against the wall. She gasped.

"You aren't very bright, are you," he whispered in her ear. "You come into a place like this looking like that... You practically brought this on yourself."

Clary barked out a laugh. "You and your kind should be more careful," she said. "You like girls like me, which makes you easy to lour in."

The demon backed up and looked at her face. "What..."

Clary smiled. She expected Jace, Alec and Isabelle to come rushing in at that moment, but they didn't. Clary thought for a second. They'd come earlier last time...

The demon glanced at the door just after Clary had, then his lip twitched. "Your backup's late," his nails turned into foot long claws. "And you're unarmed."

A surge of fear ran through Clary. Where were they?

The demon started at her. She brought her leg up and kicked him in the chest as hard as she could. He fell back and Clary grabbed for the nearest thing that could be a weapon. A pole of some sort... She spun around and hit the demon with it just as she was coming at her again.

He spat something in a demonic language that Clary didn't understand. He came again and this time, his claws sliced clean through the pole. Clary gasped as he grabbed her by her throat and threw her against the opposite wall. Clary cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

The demon went up to her and gripped her throat again. Clary threw a punch at it's face and broke it's nose.

It growled, it's voice now deep and inhuman. It said something in the language again, then impaled it's claws into her right side. All there was was pain. Clary screamed.

Next chapter tomorrow! Sneak peeks on my website ;)