Alright, from everyone's response, I'll make a sequel! I'm super excited! After the last chapter, I think I'll give you a little prologue (that will be the next chapter after the end) and then there will be a little wait because I want to start some other stories over the Summer that will come super soon! My goal is to have two up by the end of June, updating frequently, and then sometime (not regularly because I get super super busy) in July I'll post a couple chapters of the next one and then as school starts for me in August, I'll update more after all the camps are done.

Also: because ifyouknew is such an awesome person, I think everyone should read her fanfic! And her fanfic is really, really good! So please check it out!

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-L

Chapter 26

Clary had given up any notion that she could save Jace.

It was a lost cause, she knew that already.

But she would keep going.

Despite the inevitable failure about to occur, she had to. Now that she was really no use to Jace whatsoever in helping him, all she could do now was hope that she could find some time to tell Jace that she loved him. To ask for his forgiveness even if everything hadn't been her fault. To have his apology in return. To hear that he loved her. Yes, that as all that she was hoping for. And when they were convicted, she'd find little sadness in it; they would all die together, never to be parted.

So she continued on the edge of the forest, creeping silently through the bushes. She'd taken off her high heels a long way back, and from walking through the terrible shrubbery, her feet were very scratched up, bleeding and aching all over. She paused as the carriage stopped, Jonathon climbing out and extinguishing a witchlight. Her whole world turned dark, her eyes straining to see what was happening.

She heard him talking, slow feet shuffling. She crept closer into line of hearing.

"...I want everyone to go on ahead. Now, listen very closely. Listen to my every instruction. DON'T do ANYTHING but THIS. Do you all understand?...Good, now here it is, make sure you are all listening very, very closely to every single one of my words. Two people are in the house by the lake, but I do not want anyone to overtake them just yet. Only do it if a tall, blond-haired Shadowhunter comes in, do you understand? And when that happens, you can attack. But it will take several of you to take him down.

"So I want you all to go and surround the building and wait and do just as I told you. We are close to it, so be very, very quiet. I need to make sure The Midnight Flower is surprised and unprepared." The shuffling feet dispersed, leaving only the mundane, Jonathon, and a spare demon (Probably in command or something). "And now, mundane," he spat not looking the man in the eye and distancing himself from him as far as possible, "You must wait here and guard the horses and the carriage. And stay very quiet."

"G-G-Guard?" he shook, his voice trembling and quivering. "B-B-B-but it could be unsafe with all this going on about me. I can't assure you, sir that I'll stay quiet. I won't be able to hold back a yell or shriek if something particularly nasty comes around."

Clary shook her head. What a coward! "Fine then," he growled, "Gag him so he won't make a noise. He'll come with us since he's too pathetic to stay on his own." the old man was still trembling, the fear of staying on a road at night by himself truly was distressful to him.

The moon that had stayed in the shadows of the dark, heavy clouds emerged brightly. She could hear nothing but the footsteps of her enemies far in front of her, sounding distant with every minute. She ran to catch up, swearing when she brushed branches, making a tumult of noise. Jonathon turned around, staring at the spot where she stood. She froze but relaxed when he turned back around, quickening his pace around the bend. She controlled her breathing, adrenaline singing through her veins After a minute or so, she decided it was safe to move again, more cautious than the time before.

She reached the bend, turning, but froze. The shaded road was deserted, empty. She hadn't waited super long, had she? No, it had barely been two minutes. She timidly wandered to the middle of the road, glancing at the surrounding treeline when a cold hand clamped on her mouth. She bit at it, thrashing and screaming, trying to elbow him in the stomach, stomp on his toe, head butt him, something. But the man was resistant to any harm she tried to inflict on him, her screams and shouts muffled. He dragged her under the forest canopy, her vision growing impaired since it was so dark compared to the open road. She still struggled ferociously, but she couldn't do it forever. She would tire, and her restrainer was barely putting effort in restraining her.

The person somehow managed to get a gag around her, forcing her down on her knees. Panic was settling everywhere; her eyes flitted from person to person, though it was nearly impossible to tell who was who, her blood rushing and heart pounding faster than it had the whole night. She didn't want it to end like this. She had hoped that she could go down fighting, or at least resolutely and bravely, not like a screaming, terrified, little girl.

A hand passed over her face, calloused and rough, stroking over her lips and jaw lightly, making her cringe and freeze, her body paralyzed. "Ah, a woman. What are you-" he paused, skimming over her face again, patting her unruly hair fondly. "What a delight. A really...charming surprise." she could almost hear him smirking. He brought her immobilized hand to his lips, kissing each finger mockingly. She shut her eyes, the image of Jonathon's white face shining, smiling horridly at her. "Clarissa Fairchild." he ripped the gag off of her, he and she both knew there was no reason for her to scream.

"Herondale." she forced out.

"What?" he sneered.

"I'm a Herondale." she stated plainly,

He narrowed his eyes. "Finally convinced you belong with your Husband?"

"No..." she said slowly, "I am a Herondale. And everything and anything that comes with it." she said defiantly, raising her head to glare at him. He knew what she was saying; she was not the same girl from the Academy, and she most definitely was not his friend. She was Clary Herondale, a very, completely different person.

"Well, you can join your precious Jace very shortly, then." he snarled.

He tied the gag around her mouth, grinning like a skeleton. In a daze, he pulled her up, pushing her further up the road while the demon and old man followed.

Yes short, I know, but some juicy stuff is going down in the next chapter and will be a bit more normal length. I'm giving you this now because I've promised myself not to work on anything during finals week, so don't expect anything (most likely, I might break it over the weekend since I have Monday off of school) till next wednesday. And also...TMI TUESDAY IS TOMORROW! I NEED TO SEE THAT TEASER SO SO SO SO BADLYYYYY! Is anyone else as excited as me? I'm like, dying out here!

Question: What chapters do you want to see in Jace's POV?

-L