Hey people! I just want to say thank you to Madam Awesome. I LOVED the review. Unfortunately I have no teasers for city of lost souls. L That makes DJ sad. Looked on your profile. And guess what everyone! MADAM AWESOME IS GETTING HIS/HER OWN BOOK PUBLISHED! ROUND OF A PLUSE! Maybe one day I'll get to read it one day!

And sorry about not having this up sooner, but unlike a lot of the other authors on fanfiction I am super busy over the Christmas season, and I'm so sorry about spelling, I just can't help it, I have problems. If I didn't have Word, I wouldn't even be writing for fanfiction.

(Clary's pov.)

Running away from you're fears doesn't help. And right then my fear wasn't Jace, or the possibility that my life would get even more messed up then it already was. No it was the monster that was chasing me.

Not only was I getting farther and farther away from Percy's house, it was just as fast as me, so it was right on my tail. I was hiding in a pile of plastic crates when I called Percy.

He answered his emergency phone, thank gods. "Clary, I'm at your house. Where…"

"Percy," I screeched. "Percy…" the monster was now in the ally, and was throwing things everywhere. It was so loud I could barely hear Percy.

"Clary calm down where are you? What's that sound? Are you okay? Clary?"

I couldn't answer, because if I did, then it would find me.

"Shush." Why was he shushing me? "Clary?"

It wasn't loud. The noise on the other end. But it was enough. It was enough for the monster to hear me.

It's hand shot out, and grabbed a fist full of my fire red hair. Screaming, I dropped my phone. When I heard the creaking, and shattering, I knew it was Brocken. I had no coins with me make an Iris massage. If I did make it out of this mess of mine, I'd have no way to call for help. I was doomed.

Another thing that's bad about running from the monster was that… well I ran from town. I was in a deserted area, with no one around. Crap.

"You have nowhere to go daughter of the sea god," the monster hissed. He smelled me, which was kind of creepy. "Hum, you smell good. Like angels. Are you an angel girl too?"

"Yep," I gagged. Even when I couldn't breathe, I had to at least try and be smart a**. "And the thing about being and angel girl is that it really comes in handy when you're about to kick monster a**."

He laughed, and brought my head down to the cement in a swift motion. Brocken glass from a bottle cut my head, lodging itself in my forehead. Son of a b****. Pulling me back up, he slammed me into the wall, pushing the glass in even farther, causing more blood to come out.

He made me watch as his hand turned into a sword. Or something like a sword. He slowly slid it across my neck, blood coming out of there as well. It wasn't even a little cut. It was deep and painful. It then went to cut arms, hitting the bones. I think it even scratched them.

He pushed me down, letting me go. This was my chance. My chance to get away from it. I started crawling, planning to stand up as I went, but he grabbed my leg, twisting it in a sickening snap.

I screamed one of those Hollywood movie worthy screams, clutching my leg in my hands. Tears blinded me as I tried to see how bad it was. I could barely see but I knew the flesh had torn, leaving the muscle bare to see. They weren't in good shape ether. Worse then everything else really.

The sword thing came at me again, and I was surprised to see that I could still roll out of the way. How my arms were able to push me away was beyond me. It was a miracle.

But I was running out of time. If the blood loss didn't kill me first, the monster would.

Oh gods Percy where are you?

(Jace's Pov.)

"What do you mean?" I yelled.

"it means what it means Jace!" Percy yelled back. "She's being attacked!"

"God, what do I do? She said she was going to your house. She obviously isn't there, so now we have no clue where she is."

"Call your friend Magnus."

I looked at him. I knew Magnus could track her, which I just remembered and thought was a good idea, but how would Percy know that?

"Why?" I asked.

"So he can track her." How did he know that? "He's high warlock of Brooklyn, right? Have him find her."

"How..?" I started to ask but he interrupted me.

"Don't question me, just call him. Make him find her before the dammed monster kills her!"

He had a point. So I called him. At first Magnus thought I was just using him to find out were Clary was, but when Percy grabbed the phone and started yelling at him to find her, he agreed.

We finally found out where she was and got into the car to find her. Oh the way I turned to Percy and asked, "How do you know about downworlders?"

"You don't need to know," he replied, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Actually I do."

"Not right now you don't. so shut up and tell me where to turn next."

"Right here. She should be in that ally way." Why was she so far away from everyone?

Percy was the first to get out, and pulled out a pen.

"A Pen? Really?"

"Shut up!" he ran to the ally, and looked in. "Hey! Leave her alone!"

I was next to him in a second, and when I saw Clary, I almost puked. How could that thing do so much damage? I'm not even going to describe what she looked like. Not only do you not need that picture in your mind, but it's just too painful for me to think about.

I ran forward, but Percy made it to the demon before me. He had uncapped his pen and… WHAT THE H***! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!

PENS DO NOT TURN INTO SWORDS!

He was on the demon in a second, almost cutting off its head at first slash.

"Grab Clary and get her in the car!" he yelled at me as he ducked. I grabbed Clary, and ran her to the van, and quickly ran back to help Percy. He was a nerdy looking boy, but as the old mundane saying goes: looks can be deceiving.

He moved in a way I never would. He fought in a way I was never taught. The thought so quick on his feet I almost thought he was a shadow hunter.

Wait… was he? I mean he knew about Magnus. It was possible right?

No it wasn't. shadow hunters don't fight like that. We don't think like that. And we definitely don't use pens that turn into swords. I don't even think warlocks can make those. The Fay never would, nor would they even want to. So what was he?

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I barely saw as Percy stabbed the demon in the back, turning it into gold dust. But that's not possible. Demons turn into black dust or black goo. Not gold. What were they?

"Let's go," Percy said. He quickly walked past me and to the van door. "Don't just stand there! Get in! we have to get her help!"

I quickly followed orders, and climbed into the back to hold Clary. I held her head in my lap, and brushed her hair out of her face. So beautiful even when she was bloody and bruised. I didn't know how she pulled it off.

"Call Annabeth for me." Percy then gave me the girl's number, and I did as I was told. Why I started listening to the dork was beyond me, but I did it anyway. I then called the rest of Clary's new friends.

We pulled up to an apartment, and Percy took Clary from my arms. When I started to protest he told me to shut up. Rude. And what with him saying shut up tonight? It's getting old.

He ran her up into the apartment, and I was right on his heels. He kicked the door open, and ran her inside. a lady, Percy's mom most likely, came in and when she saw Clary, she gasped, her hand covering her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "Oh gods," she sobbed.

"Mom, I need the ambrosia and nectar. Now," Percy said, setting Clary down on the coach. His mom ran out of the room and came back with a bag of brownies and a strawberry smoothie.

"You're giving her sweets?" I asked. "Are you nuts? She needs help! Not food!"

He ignored me, and feed Clary the brownie and made her drink. I ran to her side, about to gather her in my arms when I saw the cuts start to pull together. Heal themselves. It wasn't possible.

"Are you going to stop me now?" Percy asked, and continued to feed her. I stood there wordlessly, and watched. How was this possible?

I could faintly hear Percy's mom on the phone telling Luke that Clary was hurt. Time seemed to pass quickly because the next thing I knew, Luke was at the door, running in, and kneeling before her.

Annabeth and some other people came in, and stood next to her. I didn't notice. I was too far gone. I knew that Clary knew what Percy was. She knew and didn't tell me. I didn't know what was feeding my sister, and I didn't know what he was capable of. Was he safe? I didn't know. But I had to. She's my family. I had to know what she was friends with.

As people left, only me, Percy, Percy's mom, and Luke remained. Luke and Miss. Jackson were in the other room, talking. I stood next to Clary, Percy behind the coach. He stared down at her with eyes of love. Not the love I felt for her, but the love I should be feeling for her. And for the first time since I met Percy Jackson, I didn't completely hate him.

But that didn't stop me from asking, "What are you?"

He looked at me and said, "Sorry man. Classified."

"don't give me that crap," I spit. "Tell me now!"

He looked down. "We should wait for Clary to wake up."

"She'll only stop you from telling me. Tell me what you are. How do you know about shadow hunters and downworlders? What kind of thing are you?"

"First off, I know about shadow hunters and downworlders are because my camp leader and Clary told me. Second of all, if I'm a thing then so is Clary."

"Clary's a shadow hunter. She isn't like you."

"That's were you're wrong, Jace. Clary is like me. She's not just a shadow hunter. She's something else. She's more than just an angel. She's more powerful then you think."

"What are you talking about? I deserve to know!"

He looked at me. "Clary's going to hate me for telling you this, but you're right. You should know." He took a deep breath. "You've heard the old Greek myths, right?"

"some, but what's that have to do with anything?"

"the child of a god and a human creates what?" when I didn't respond, he said, "Half human, half gods, demigod, half blood, whatever you want to call them. They can do things humans can't. it all depends on their godly parent, but they're remarkable. They are born with natural fighting skills, they can speak and read Greek without ever having to learn it, and so much more. They have ADHD, and are dyslexic.

"They also attract monsters. In the stories the heroes always die a terrible death. Unlike all the other stories that are all nice and have happy endings, these stories don't. they're so tragic, they're realistic.

"and that's the thing, Jace. They are real. The stories, the monsters, the gods. They exist, and they walk among us, hooking up with humans, making demigods, demigods that attract monsters, monsters that try and kill them every chance they get.

"and as hard as it may seem… I'm one of them. So is Clary. Clary is half shadow hunter and half demigod. Which isn't really good. The gods and Shadow hunters don't like each other. Or ones that know about the others. There has never been a demigod shadow hunter. Ever."

He waited for me to say something. Anything. But I couldn't. so instead I laughed. "You really expect me to believe that?"

"He's not lying," Luke said, leaning on the door frame, Miss. Jackson behind him. I shook my head.

"No," I said. "Clary would have told me."

"Do you really believe that Jace," Percy asked.

I shook my head again. "I need some air." I ran out the door, and no one stopped me.

(Percy's pov.)

Maybe I shouldn't have told him. He didn't need this kind of weight on his chest.

Clary stirred, and I dropped down to sit by her side. "Clary," I whispered. I pushed some hair out of her eyes so she could see properly. While the nectar and ambrosia helped a lot, it didn't completely heal her.

"Percy," she whispered. "what happened?"

"You were attacked. By a monster. Jace was there when you called. Magnus tracked you down, and Jace came with me to get you. I killed the monster, and then we got you back here. I was so scared. I gave you some nectar and ambrosia, so you're better then you were before. How you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. Better than before."

I looked down, then back up at her. "Clary, I also told Jace about how we're demigods."

The look on her face killed me. It was a mix of despair and betrayal. "Why?" she asked.

"Because he knew I wasn't human, and… stuff happened. I'm sorry, Clary."

She rubbed her eyes. "It's okay. Just do me a favor."

"Anything."

"Take me to camp. I need to finish healing there."

So, how was it? It was longer then I usually do, so yah!