So, I felt kinda bad that you had to wait two weeks for the last one so I'm updating a little early. I hope you enjoy it!

As Isabelle and I raced down hallways, I couldn't help but smile. That was the most fun I'd had in what felt like forever.

We skidded to a stop in front of large oak doors.

Isabelle grinned ear to ear. "Ready?"

I nodded eagerly.

She pushed open the doors and we walked inside the church.

The church was absolutely beautiful. I've been to different churches and most were usually vandalized by stupid teenagers who thought they were cool. This was New York after all.

And on the inside there's little decoration.

But this one was amazing. Maryse and Robert really kept this place nice.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Isabelle said in awe.

"It is," I whispered. I was afraid that if I spoke too loud it would destroy the Lightwoods' hard work.

Clarissa…I'm so sorry…

"Jonathan?"

Isabelle looked at me with surprise. "Is he speaking?"

"I think so." I drew the Telepathy rune on my arm. "Jonathan? Are you there?"

What did she look like?

"Jonathan?"

What did Mom look like?

"I don't think he's talking to me. I think I'm hearing his thoughts."

Isabelle thought for a moment. "Maybe it is his thoughts. Maybe he's sleeping. Azazel is too powerful to fight. You know, assuming that Jonathan's still possessed."

I shrugged but I couldn't stop worrying about him. "I hope you're right."

As we walked down the aisle, I memorized the pattern of the porcelain floors. Brown, white and black tiles were scattered around the room.

Pillars lined the walls and near the tops were gold cherubs. The small chandeliers that hung in all corners of the room made the gold pop.

And in the back was a big stained glass window. And when I say big, I mean huge. The design was of Jesus Christ on the cross.

"So this is where we're having the ceremony?" I asked.

"Yep. I'm glad we chose this place. I honestly think this is the most beautiful church out there. But then again I'm a little biased and I haven't been out much."

I chuckled as I stopped to look at the window.

"By the Angel!"

I turned around to find Isabelle staring wide-eyed at me. "What is it?"

"We need to go shopping!"

I lifted a brow. "Um, Izzy? Don't you think that's a little dangerous? I mean, we have no idea where Valentine is. He could attack anywhere."

"Um, girls?"

We greeted Annamarie as she walked down the aisle to meet us.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation," she started, "but I heard you needed some dresses? For the ceremony?"

Isabelle nodded like her head so fast, I thought she was going to knock her head off her shoulders.

"I own shop not too far from here," she said with a light shrug. "And don't worry, it's absolutely safe. I made sure that nothing evil can even look at it. "What do you say?"

"Yes!"

I elbowed Isabelle. "I don't know. What about your parents?"

"Clary, like I said before. We're legal adults. We're free to go wherever we wish."

Annamarie nodded. "She's right. And if they allowed you to have the ceremony, then it's implied that you need to go shopping."

I crossed my arms. "How would they feel if they heard you say this?"

The woman placed her hand on my shoulder. "Let me worry about them, ok? Let's go."

Reluctantly, I went up to my room and grabbed my daggers. I strapped them both around my ankles and hid them under my socks.

Isabelle must have had the same idea because when I met her downstairs, she had her gold whip wrapped around her wrist and was shoving a gun in the back of her pants. "What are you bringing?"

"My daggers," I said. "Why, should I bring something else?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "How many?"

"Two."

She handed me a pack of sure strikes. "Just in case."

"I don't know how to use these," I said.

"Don't worry," she replied, "they're just like daggers except without a handle. Or like a mini Frisbee. Either way, I'm sure you'll be fine. You might not even need them."

I took them and shoved them in my pocket. "Hey, Iz."

She looked up.

"I need you to be serious for a second."

She put her hands on her hips. "Ok, what's up?"

I sighed and looked at Annamarie from the corner of my eye. "Honestly, do you think this woman can be trusted?"

With a light smile, she said, "I don't know her that well either and I can understand why you feel this way. But she's friends with my parents. And even if we do run into trouble, we're both very well trained shadowhunters."

I sighed for the hundredth time.

"Clary, I promise, we won't be gone long. We'll find the dress we want and then come right back here. Two hours tops. Just trust me. Trust your parabatai."

Deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt, I nodded and followed her outside.

Clarissa…blonde hair…blue eyes…like me…

I tried to ignore Jonathan as I focused on the woman who was supposedly close friends with the Lightwoods.

Clarissa…my twin…no, I'm older…can't be…

Annamarie was fidgeting a lot. I guess that was kind of my fault. I never kept my eyes off of her. And with my hand hovering over the sure strikes in my pocket, I'm sure she was preparing to defend herself.

The three of us talked very little. We were all a nervous wreck.

Isabelle was looked at our surroundings, trying to look for any signs of demons. My target was locked on Annamarie and vice versa.

Finally, we stepped inside the store, Highsmith, and we all seemed to calm a little. Especially me.

On the inside the walls were white with what looked like a swirly design to humans but I knew better. They were runes. Annamarie wasn't lying. The place was absolutely protected.

"Feel better?" Isabelle whispered.

I took a relaxing breath. "Yes, thank you."

I wasn't a fan of shopping. Mostly because I never knew what to buy when it came to something important. I usually just grabbed plain shirt and jeans. But Annamarie was very helpful. She really knew what she was doing.

"You know what," she said as she continued to work her magic, "Izzy, I have the perfect dress for you. We just got some new stock of them this morning. Come."

We followed Anne (that's what she had asked us to call her) further to the back where she picked out a red dress that I had to agree was perfect for Isabelle.

It was casual but striking at the same time. It was plain red and had spaghetti straps with a belt.

"I'll try it on," she said. "Now let's find something for Clary."

I grimaced. "You know, I think we should try somewhere else, no offense Anne. It's just that there's mostly dresses here and I don't do dresses."

"I've seen you wear a dress before," Isabelle contradicted.

"Yeah, a very understated dress."

Anne hummed in thought. "We do carry a lot of dresses. Just give me a minute, I might be able to find something for you."

I shrugged and followed her to the wrack that held shirts. I felt myself smile.

"Do you like tunics?" she asked.

"I've never worn one before but they look nice. You think I can pull one off?"

"Of course!" She said as she picked one up. "Anyone can pull of a tunic. Here, this one. It's a cold shoulder v-neck."

It wasn't really my style but as I held it up to myself, I couldn't help but wonder if Jace would like me in it.

It was red and had see-through black stripes on it. "I think some black skinny jeans would look nice with these."

Isabelle and Anne grinned. "Now you're talking," they said.

After finding a pair that fit me, and about five minutes of making fun of my size, we found a nice pair of jeans.

"Ok, to the changing rooms!" Anne cried dramatically.

Isabelle tried on her dress first. It came just above her knees and showed just the right amount of cleavage. Not too much to make her look like a call girl but enough for it to be…Isabelle.

"I have these really cute boots at home," she said as she stepped out. "They're the same color as this belt. I think I can make those work with this."

Anne nodded her approval. "Ok, Clary, you're next."

I walked into the next stall as Isabelle got changed into her regular clothes.

Of course with all the weapons I was carrying, it took me a while to get changed.

"C'mon, Clary," Isabelle laughed.

I groaned as I spilled the sure strikes all on the floor. "I'm getting there." How the hell did Isabelle do this with a loose gun in her pants?

After putting them back into a neat pile, I put the outfit on and stepped out. It looked a little weird because my bra had bright pink skulls on them and the black strips were see-through.

Isabelle smirked. "You're sexy."

I tried not to cringe.

"Relax," she said, reading my thoughts, "not like that. I just never thought you could pull it off, no offense. I mean, all I ever see you in is baggy jeans and tank tops."

"I like to be comfortable," I defended.

"Whatever," she laughed. "But once this is all over, you're in desperate need of a new wardrobe."

You mean "if," I added silently.

After changing and paying for our clothes, we returned to the institute.

Mother…long brown hair…brown eyes or blue?

I had no idea what Jonathan was trying to do. He wasn't getting my looks or our mother's right at all.

Everyone was at the table for dinner. And if Maryse and Robert were upset about us being a.w.o.l. they didn't show it.

"So when were you planning on having the ceremony?" Robert asked.

Isabelle looked at me to answer.

"Tomorrow maybe?" It sounded more like a question than an answer but I wanted to make sure Isabelle was ok with it. By the smile she gave, I knew she was. "We want everyone to be there. Maia and Jordan, Simon and Camille, my parents."

He nodded. "It seems you've been doing a lot of thinking."

Isabelle laughed. "We've sort of been planning it after Mom said no."

Maryse rolled her eyes and changed the subject. "Well, that's good because tonight, we'll all be training with the rest of our allies."

"But we trained, this morning," Jace whined. "I'm beat."

Maryse glared. "If we don't train by the time the battle comes, you'll be beat to death."

I grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. We were all on edge.

"When exactly?" Alec asked.

"The minute the sun goes down," she answered.

Never meet my family…

I sighed.

"What's the matter?" Jace asked.

"Nothing," I said. "It's jut Jonathan."

"Is he speaking to you?"

I shook my head. "No, Isabelle and I think that he's asleep while Azazel uses his body for whatever it is he needs to use it for. I'm hearing his subconscious thoughts."

"What's he thinking?" Alec asked.

"He's trying to put a face to a name," I said. "He thinks I have blonde hair and blue eyes. And he pictures Jocelyn with brown hair and brown eyes. Or blue. I'm not sure."

Jace smiled. "He'll be so surprised when he sees you."

"If", I thought again.

Maryse and Robert talked about the things we needed to work on in training and how to help the rest of the gang fight. She helped us figure out some battle strategies, told me about some important runes and by the time we actually got up from the table, it was time to train.

We met in the woods near the place Simon was Changed. It wasn't too far from the Institute so if anything happened, we didn't have to go far to be safe.

Luke couldn't do much with his healing ribs and sore jaw. But he was a shadowhunter once so I assumed he was familiar with our moves.

Simon and Camille made a good team. I wasn't worried about them one bit.

We all took turns demonstrating certain moves to the rest of them. And we allowed them to show us moves and strategies that we weren't familiar with. All the while, Jonathan's thoughts distracting me. This was the time for me to try to block out his voice so I could concentrate. I wasn't doing too well.

"Clary, what's going on?" Isabelle asked as she stood next to me.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "It's Jonathan. His thoughts are distracting me."

Isabelle wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry. When time comes, adrenaline will kick in and you won't even hear him."

"You sure?"

"I would know. I've been at this whole shadowhunter thing for years."

I nodded and continued training.

Well that's chapter 37! We've got about three or four chapters left and then we're done :( I'm not ready to let this fanfic go lol

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