Disclaimer:I do not own the Mortal Instruments series. Everything recognisable belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Sorry about the delay guys, I've been sick. But it's a long chapter again, so I think I'm making up for it.
Warning: This chapter contains a lot of violence and maybe some mild bad language. Just so you're warned.
Hope you enjoy this chapter, and that you don't hate me too much for the cliffhanger I left you with last time.
Clary sat with her nose buried in a book. Jonathan didn't know exactly what his sister was looking for, but it had to be something good because all she did was go through book after book. He was surprised she still hadn't gone through them all.
He stood in the doorway eyeing her carefully when she looked up with an annoyed expression.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Emm, yeah, or no not exactly." Jonathan smiled back, he had gotten the news a few hours ago and with a lot of discussion he had convinced his mother of being the one to tell her.
"Not exactly? And what is that supposed to mean?" Clary raised an eyebrow his way.
"I got something to tell you." he rushed down the two steps into the large room.
"I'm not interested." Clary answered back in a bored tone.
"You don't even know what I'm going to say." Jonathan replied.
"Can we keep it that way?" Clary replied sarcastically, looking down at the book's pages again.
"No. No we can't." Jonathan held his hand over the page and noted the irritated green glance Clary shot at him.
"Fine. What is it?" she said with lack of emotions in her voice.
"I got something for you." he answered and motioned for her to follow him.
"Seriously." asked Clary somewhat annoyed. "You couldn't have just brought it with you?" Clary continued, but to Jonathan's surprise she got up and followed him out of the room.
"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine Clarissa Fairchild?" Jonathan laughed ironically, but began walking out of the room.
"It's Morgenstern." the angry voice of his sister answered.
"Whatever." Jonathan replied and began walking.
They walked down the hall and up the many stairs leading to one special room in the Institute that no one could dislike.
Clary noticed where he was leading her and stopped abrupt. "I am not allowed in here." Clary said irritated.
"Just follow me, okay?" Jonathan smiled back to Clary's annoyance.
He walked into the training room with a small smirk plastered on his face, when he got to the middle of the room he stopped and picked up something. Clary couldn't see exactly what, but it was made out of something black and thick, like leather.
"What is that?" asked Clary.
"It's your training gear." Jonathan replied and held out his hand with a small smile playing in the corner of his mouth.
"My what?" Clary asked shocked, how had they gotten her training gear? Had her father sent it as some sort of twisted joke? Clary walked toward him and reached out for the soft leather.
Clary noticed at once it was not hers, it held the same standard requirements and the form was similar, but Clary could see it was not the same. Maggie had made her gear and with her exceptional skills, Clary's gear was in top quality. The first thing Clary noticed was the plain black colours the gear possessed.
When Clary was fourteen she remembered walking up to Maggie, she had asked for a saffron coloured rune on the front of the jacket, on the left side. Maggie had questioned her about it, but Clary had just smiled back and told the pretty woman; "Saffron lights the victory march."
"This is not mine." Clary answered Jonathan after letting the material run through her fingers.
"Of course it is. We got it for you a few days ago. You've been her for nearly a month now, and the Conclave has allowed you access to the training room." Jonathan answered. "With supervision of course." he added.
"I don't want it." Clary replied and handed it back to her confused brother.
"Why?" he asked; not taking the gear back.
"I don't want anything from you." she told him, her eyes glowed green.
"You don't have to wear it, but just take it." Jonathan answered, looked and his sister with a sad smile. Her eyes showed so much hatred it felt like a physical punch in the stomach.
"No thanks." Clary replied angry.
"Clary." he said her name carefully and looked at her with deep green eyes. "Why do you hate me so much? You don't even know me."
"I don't want to know you. I don't need to know you." she answered and turned around.
Jonathan gripped her arm and forced her to look at him. "I haven't done anything that deserves that."
"Maybe not, but it's not always easy to forgive someone for what others did to you while they were present."
Jonathan looked up at the redheaded girl with shocked eyes, did she really blame him for Valentine taking her away. He bit his lip and met Clary's eyes. She eschewed his gaze and her eyes travelled to the floor.
"Clary I was three." he told her with a cogent voice. She had no right to blame him for something like that, Jonathan hadn't even been home when it happened and it was not fair of her to hold that against him.
"You know what Jonathan, I don't care. I don't want anything to do with you or your mother. So just leave me alone!" Clary yelled back at him throwing the gear at him with all her strength.
"Hey, stop." Jonathan yelled back at her when she was about to leave the room.
"What?" Clary snapped angry, Jonathan could see the rancour in her eyes.
"You can't blame me for something like that, it's not fair." Jonathan's voice softened and he tried to walk towards her.
"Watch me." Clary replied acerbic.
Jonathan breathed deep, trying not to snap back at her. He failed miserably.
"You know what Clary; you can just go to hell. I haven't done anything to you."
"I'm already there." Clary smiled harshly and walked hastily out of the room.
xxxx
Isabelle ran through the Institute grounds, her heart thundering wildly in her chest. She had gotten a letter from Simon half an hour ago asking her to meet him in the Sanctuary as soon as possible.
She had never thought he would tell her what he did, but she was grateful at the same time.
"JACE!" She yelled as she knocked on her brother's parabatai's door. "JACE!"
A sleepy boy opened the door, his messy golden locks looked even messier now and he his face held an annoyed expression.
"Isabelle?" he asked irritated when he saw the black-haired girl standing outside his room. She was dressed in pyjama shorts and a white tank top. Her face showed great concern as she began to speak.
"I just met up with Simon and he said there are two Shadowhunter kids in Hotel Dumort, they've been taken by the New York Clan and.. and I can't find Max. He's not in his room, and Iwan isn't anywhere in the Institute either. Jace it's probably them and I.. God, Jace what do we do?" Isabelle was on the verge of tears.
All signs of sleep vanished from Jace's face when he heard Isabelle's words.
"Are you sure?" he asked as he walked back into his room grabbing a gear jacket and a pair of jeans to wear. "Yes. I am sure, they're nowhere in the Institute and there are weapons missing from the Weapons room." Isabelle almost shouted in fear.
"Okay, okay." Jace looked into her dark eyes, "Izzy, it will be okay, we'll find them." Jace reassured as he ran towards the stairs. Isabelle could see the concern in his golden eyes and it made her feel even worse.
Isabelle ran inside her room and pulled on gear jacket, it wasn't full fighting gear, but it was the best she could find at the moment.
They were about to run down the stairs and out the door of the Institute when a voice called for them from the top of the stairs.
"What the fuck is up with all the noise? Do you know what time it is?" Clary asked angry as she began to walk down the steps.
"Not now Clary." Isabelle snapped back.
"No, I would've appreciated sleep, but that was apparently not an option tonight." Clary replied. "So.. What are you doing?" she asked when she saw Jace sheathe a large sword.
"Nothing." He replied and turned around.
"Oh come on. I'm not stupid." Clary laughed and pointed at the thick gold whip in Isabelle's hand. "That" she said loudly, "is not nothing."
Jace walked towards her, "Clary, please, Iwan and Max have been taken by vampires and we need to get out of the Institute without anyone noticing." Jace told her quietly, receiving an angry glare from Isabelle.
"What?" Clary asked shocked. "How the hell did vampires get them?" Clary asked and began moving down the stairs to get to the two distressed Shadowhunters.
"Dunno, and I really don't care either. We just have to get them back." Jace replied and moved towards the door.
"I can help." Clary offered while walking steadily down the steps.
"No!" Isabelle replied quickly, "no way, you're not coming." she hurried to tell the redheaded Shadowhunter before Jace could tell her otherwise.
Clary smirked as the girl refused her request, "Okay, but how are you going to get there?" Clary asked curiously.
"We'll walk." Isabelle replied.
"And you expect to get your brothers back alive by walking?" Clary asked rather mockingly.
"Could you make a portal?" Jace asked quietly, he hadn't even thought about the possibility of teleporting to the hotel. If they got inside the hotel unnoticed they could easily get Iwan and Max out without breaking out a fight.
"Yep." answered Clary in a sarcastic cheery way that made Isabelle glare at her.
"No, we are not taking you with us; you can't even step outside the walls of the Institute." Isabelle argued.
"Without a permanent resident" Clary corrected her. "Which both of you are."
"No. I'm not agreeing to this!" Isabelle snapped at Jace when he turned to face her.
"Izzy, it could mean life or death." Jace snapped back annoyed with his friend for acting like a child.
"What if she makes a portal leading us straight to Valentine Morgenstern," Isabelle whispered concerned.
Clary smirked at the girl's failed attempt to keep her voice down. "You know, I hadn't even thought about that, but when you say it, that sounds like a really good idea." Clary replied cynically.
"Fine." Isabelle snapped back at the girl, "You can come, but I'm not making the rune."
Jace looked at Isabelle a little confused before he remembered the temporary bonding rune they had to perform for Clary to be able to get out. Jace drew his stele and inhaled.
"Okay, what does it look like?" Jace asked. He had never really memorized that rune, it wasn't anything he thought he would need; he already had a parabatai.
"Seriously?" Clary looked at him with condemnation, "God. You have to be kidding me," Clary reached for his silver stele and pulled it out of his grip. Jace looked at her with irritation in his eyes, but he didn't refuse.
Clary placed the stele onto her skin, the familiar icy burn of the stele ran through her body. It was a sweet calm to finally hold a stele between her fingers again. She closed her eyes and drew the perfect lines of the bonding rune. The black mark glowed slightly as she finished the rune and Jace looked down at her.
"It looks like a parabatai rune, are you sure it's right? Because I already-" he began, but Clary cut him off mid-sentence, "I'm sure."
Jace held out his arm and Clary repeated the same rune on Jace's forearm. Jace's golden gaze fastened on Clary as she drew the fine lines. He saw her breathe deeply; he had never seen anyone concentrate as much as the girl in front of him did.
A warm feeling spread through his body as she finished drawing the rune, it was a small rune, but it held a lot of powers, connecting two people to each other.
Clary met his luminous amber orbs, his eyes had softened a little bit and he smiled a half-hearted smile in her direction. She looked back at him, but before he could say anything Clary pocketed the stele and turned towards the large wooden door.
"Lets see if this actually works." Clary bit her lip and placed her hand on the silver door knob. She pushed the door open and the wind blew cold in her face. She stepped outside the Institute for the first time in almost a month.
She smiled. She could do exactly what Isabelle feared. If she wanted to, she could draw a portal leading them all to the Morgenstern manor, she would be free as long as Jace stayed alive and the rune was reapplied every once in a while.
She turned to look at Jace and Isabelle who followed her outside walking fast toward the street.
She shook her head, the image of the young boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes crossed Clary's mind and she immediately felt a shot of guilt grow inside her. She couldn't leave them, they were young and they hadn't done anything wrong.
Clary sighed before she closed her fingers around Jace's stele and drew the complicated portal rune.
"Can we just do this easy, send us right into the Hotel, it will be the easiest way." Isabelle called out to Clary. Clary shrugged a one-shoulder shrug and gave Isabelle an uninterested nod with her head.
At once small mists of colours appeared on the sidewalk, growing into a large portal. Clary looked at the two other Shadowhunters. Their eyes showed uncertainty, they obviously didn't trust Clary.
"It will lead us right into the hotel. I don't know where exactly, I've never been there before, but let us just hope we're lucky." Clary explained as she, along with the Jace and Isabelle stepped into the portal.
The room they landed in was dark and cold. She felt a shiver run up her spine as they walked blindly into the room. Jace held out a witchlight stone lighting up the room.
It looked like an abandoned ball room. Large chandeliers hang from the roof and the walls stretched far up. All the windows were covered with black curtains.
"Well, isn't this cosy." Jace stated his voice full of sarcasm.
"I've seen worse." Clary replied. Jace let out a soft laugh as he heard the angry tone she said it in.
"Really, you think the Institute is worse than this?" he asked.
Clary's green eyes narrowed on him and she began walking towards end of the room.
Where the door should have been there was only a gaping hole into the darkness. Clary heard Isabelle whisper something behind her back and rolled her eyes.
Clary stopped as soon as she heard the voices coming from the darkness. She knew both Jace and Isabelle had stopped as well.
Jace walked slowly up on Clary's right side, handing her something small. Clary looked down and saw three small daggers. She took them, fastening two of them to her jacket, keeping the last one firmly in her grip.
The voices grew louder and louder. They were clearly coming their way.
"Ready?" Clary asked the two other Nephilim and held her dagger up ready for an attack. Isabelle dragged Clary to the side, whispering angry to the redheaded girl. "No, we all agreed to take this the easy way."
Clary rolled her eyes and answered "No, you said to take it easy, and I nodded. I never agreed to anything."
"We´re doing this my way," Isabelle growled angry.
"Yeah, that ship has sailed." Clary smirked, she turned around but the raven-haired girl pulled her back.
"Do not push me Morgenstern, this is my brother we´re talking about, I mean it." Isabelle whispered sharply. Her brown eyes looked almost black when she met Clary's green eyes.
Clary pushed away from the tall girl, making her stumble back. She sent Isabelle another smirk before replying with a hint of laughter in her voice, "Do you wanna try that again? Because I didn´t quite buy it," she turned towards Jace, "Did you?"
Isabelle looked ready to slap her when they heard another loud voice speak from the darkness. "What should we do with the bodies when Camille is finished with them" a man's dark voice asked.
Jace felt his stomach twist coldly, the bodies; did that mean they were too late? He begged for them not to be.
He acted without thinking; he jumped out into the dark room with his witchlight in his right hand, a thick silver sword in his left.
In the room were three pale-skinned men, two with blond hair and one with carrot-coloured hair.
"What the fuck?" sneered one of them, showing his sharp fangs.
"Where are they?" Jace asked, but before he could answer, Jace sliced at his rib cage with all his powers.
The two other vampires hissed angry and was about to leap towards the blond Shadowhunter when they spotted another dark dressed person in the shadows.
Isabelle leaped out her whip lashing down at the orange haired man. The gold whip shimmered hauntingly as it zoomed through the air.
"You foolish girl. Do you have a death wish or something?"
"No, but you obviously do."
Clary smirked at hearing this. Even though Clary didn't want to admit it, Jace and Isabelle could handle three vampires on their own.
She backed slowly away before running in the other direction, towards a smaller door placed at the side of the ball room. She opened it carefully making sure there was no one in the room before she went inside.
She drew out the stele she had kept in her pocket and placed it on her own skin. Breathing slowly and steady she began thinking of the two lost boys. She needed to find them. If she had only had something of theirs she would've been able to draw a tracking rune, but she didn't.
'Focus on finding them.' Clary thought as she held the warm stele over her hand.
She closed her eyes, and slowly she began drawing; the black lines appeared in front of her eyes like a mental image.
She did not know exactly how the rune worked, but right after finishing the rune she got a strange feeling, like someone pulling her with an invisible rope in one direction. She began running down the deserted rooms, all of them had the same black curtains drawn before the windows, letting no light in.
Clary stopped. She looked around; there was a complete silence around her. She pushed another door open and walked in with soundless steps.
"Fuck." she breathed under her breath as four people with pallid complexions turned around looking at her with jeering eyes.
xxxx
Jace swung his sword at the vampire, and the vampire leaped out after him. They fought closely, both with pernicious strikes.
The second dark haired vampire joined in, his attack was filled with enmity that Jace repaid with swinging the silver blade of his sword directly at the man. The blade cut into his shoulder and the vampire yelled callously at Jace.
It was clear that these vampires had not fought many times before; their attacks were irrational and too preposterous, which made the fight easy for Jace and Isabelle.
Jace did not want to kill anyone, but after hearing what they had said, his temper had risen and he was unable to keep his calm.
He stood before the black-haired vampire, taking in the sight of him with abhor. He could feel beads of perspiration had gathered on his forehead. He panted heavily before he swung the sword vigorously at the vampire's neck.
Jace's eyes widened as the vampire's body fell. He landed on the floor with a heavy thump, his head severed from his body. Jace let out a shocked gasp at the sight. He had killed the vampire.
He did not have much time to think about it. He turned to face Isabelle; she was fighting two vampires with her whip. It collided with one of the vampires torsos and he cried out in pain.
Jace saw as the other vampire, the one with carrot coloured hair fled the room before any of them could do anything. Jace cursed silently before swiped his sword down at the last vampire standing, forcing a small yelp to leave his lips. The vampire died.
xxxx
"Fuck." Clary muttered under her breath. The vampires all looked at the redhead with eager eyes. Clary closed the door behind her, drawing the two of the three daggers Jace had given her.
She leaped at the vampires, a foolhardy choice, but it was the only one she had at the moment.
Clary didn't say anything, too focused with the battle. She fought the four vampires, striking them plenty of times. The vampires held up a pretty good fight, but Clary - having trained all her life for this sort of fighting - she was better. She struck one of the vampires face hard with the dagger, blood streaming out of the open cut in his cheek.
Clary saw the opportunity to strike him again; she spun around and attacked the vampire with great force, slicing him across his torso.
The vampire stumbled back, crashing into a table. He fell to the ground. Clary groaned as she looked down at the daggers in her hands. She mentally cursed Jace for giving her such useless weapons, there was no way of getting away from these vampires without it getting really messy.
Clary hurried over to the vampire's fallen body before he could get up again. The three other vampires leaped toward Clary, but she was too fast.
She pressed her dagger down on the vampire's pale neck with a ribald move. A thick line of blood appeared over his throat and she pressed the dagger down with acrimony. A raw cutting sound escaped from under her fingers and the vampire's head separated from his body.
Clary felt two strong hands grip either side of her shoulders and pull her roughly back. A set of sharp nails dug into her arm ripping the flesh violently off her body. She screamed in pain as the agony dug into her body.
She could smell blood, from both herself and the vampire she had just killed. The Shadowhunter's blood had made the vampires attacks with even more vigour. She felt the vampire tear at her and to save her arm from being ripped off her body, she ducked and slammed her unharmed side into the frenzy vampire.
He let out a small grumble and stumbled back. Clary sent him an odious glare before she attacked him, making both of the smash into a large wooden table before them.
One of the smaller vampires tried to grab Clary's foot and drag her backwards, but with an easy kick she sent the vampire flying into the wall behind him.
The vampire lying beside her on the debris of the table turned around ready to attack her. She rolled out of the way and with little time to think, her instincts took over.
Clary grabbed one of the large pieces of wood she was lying on, and in the same second as the vampire attacked her, she slammed her hand into the large chest.
He fell over Clary, knocking the breath out of her. She pushed him off as the two remaining vampires attacked her at once.
Her whole body felt sore. She punched the only girl vampire in the room in the face with her elbow, making her stagger back. She hissed at Clary, undetectable words, but they were filled with abhor.
"Did you know I took down your creator in about ten minutes?" Clary hissed back at her as she tried to stab her with the wooden stake in her hand.
The girl snapped back at her, before she grabbed Clary's long red hair. Clary mentally cursed, she always had her hair up, making it harder for her opponent to use her hair against her. But she hadn't thought about that tonight.
Vampires were often stronger than Shadowhunters, even stronger than Clary, and this girl knew how to control her strength. She pulled Clary back with a rough move of her arm and flung her against the wall. Clary managed to grab hold of the girl and both slammed into the low wall. Clary stretched out her wounded arm, groaning painfully as the stabbing pain made it hard to breathe. Clary felt the stake bore through the girl's ribcage and into the heart and Clary let go of the stake falling hard onto the floor. The dead vampire falling next to her.
Something unexpected happened as she landed on the floor. Clary cried out as the last vampire dug a sharp object into Clary's neck. Clary scream in pain, but it only hurt for a second before all the pain in her body were numbed.
Clary fell limp onto the floor. She didn't know what happened, everything felt so peaceful and calming. A feeling Clary had never had in her whole life. She pressed closer to the vampire as his fangs ripped into her skin.
She breathed slowly, letting the paralysing feeling take over.
That was until she understood what happened. Clary opened her eyes wide in shock, the vampire's odious eyes shone down at her with menace. Clary fumbled her with her hand, trying to find the stake she had lost while killing the girl vampire.
She felt something hard in her grip and took a chance. She grabbed the stake and pressed it with all her force down on the vampire's back. He screamed, letting her go, but she hadn't hit the heart. He fell to the floor slamming Clary's head against the wall.
Clary leaped at him again and this time the stake's powerful blow left the vampire unmoving.
She full back onto the floor with a cry.
Her whole body ached, she could barely move without holding in the moans that tried to escape her lips.
She felt the liquid substance trickle down her neck; she didn't want to think about how much blood she must've lost. God, how stupid could she be. She had let the vampire drink her blood.
Clary forced herself back onto her feet and she cried out again.
In the dimly lit room Clary could see the mess they had made as she had fought the four vampires. They all laid dead on the floor now.
Clary stumbled as fast as she managed out of the room and down a corridor. She tried calming her breath, but with the agonising pain in her whole body it was impossible.
Clary walked into a thin corridor with a small door. Through a glass window in the door she could see a small body sitting in a chair with his head leaned forward. Clary raised her one remaining dagger and opened the door slowly.
She exhaled in relief as she saw the two bodies sitting in two chairs. Their hands forced behind their back with flex-cuffs. "Iwan!" she breathed as she ran awkwardly towards the blond boy.
He raised his head and let out a surprised cry. "Clary." He whispered hoarsely back.
"Max." he tried to yell the name at her, "Help Max".
Clary turned to the other boy, the one with dark brown hair, almost turning the shade of black. His whole body was limp as he sat leaned forward in the chair.
Clary walked over to him, kneeling down before him, using her knife to cut apart the cuffs forcing him into the chair.
He fell forward and Clary tried to ease the fall by holding her good hand out before him.
Clary placed two fingers over a large red and blue bruise on his neck, he had two large bite marks and blood streamed slowly from the wound.
'Please don't be dead. God, don't be dead.' Clary thought as she searched for a pulse.
Nothing.
"Dammit." Clary cursed as she moved her finger higher. "No. You can't be dead."
She heard Iwan cry out as he understood what she had whispered.
Clary drew Jace's stele and placed it over the boy's pale skin. She drew two iratze runes on his skin and an Amissio rune.
She placed her fingers back over neck and waited. "Come on Max." she whispered.
She almost laughed with relief as a small throb could be detected under her fingers. He wasn't dead, not yet.
Clary moved stiffly over to Iwan and heard the boy gasp loudly at the sight of her. She hadn't seen herself, but if she looked half as bad as she felt, he had all the rights to react that way.
"Clary, you're hurt." he whispered. Clary could hear how sore his voice sounded, he too looked like hell.
"I could say the same about you Herondale." Clary whispered back.
She bent down and freed him from the cuffs. He was able to get to his feet, but Clary could see him tremble as he walked over to Max.
"He's alive, right?" Iwan asked.
Clary nodded and walked over the boys with careful steps. Trying not to put too much pressure on her feet. "Yes, but I don't know how long he will stay that way."
"Iwan, I am going to draw a portal rune for you, and you will land right outside the wards of the Institute." Iwan nodded as he listened to Clary explain.
"I know you are probably exhausted, but you have to be brave a little longer. You have to help Max, okay?" she asked, he nodded again.
"Yes." Iwan managed to say. "Aren't you coming as well?" Iwan asked confused.
"No, I can't leave. Not yet. I had to draw a bonding rune with Jace to get here; I can't leave before he gets here." Clary told the boy with a reassuring smile on her lips.
"Jace's here too?" he asked.
"Yes." Clary confirmed before she held out the stele and said quietly, "I'll draw the rune now, take Max."
She met Iwan's bright blue eyes as he tried to help his unconscious friend up. Clary began thinking of the Institute, forcing herself to create the difficult rune.
"Clary." Iwan whispered. "Please be careful."
Clary smirked, but the smile faded into a pained expression, "I can't promise you anything Herondale."
He sent her a pleading look before he jumped through the portal with Max half-carried over his shoulder.
The portal snapped closed before Clary and she fell to the floor.
Exhaustion ached in her whole body. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe steadily.
Fighting to keep conscious as she heard someone run through the door.
She didn't know how long she'd been there, but as soon as the steps reached her, she knew she wouldn't be able to fight them.
"Clary." A familiar voice called out to her.
"No, don't. Don't pass out!" Isabelle's voice rang in the room.
"Where's Iwan and Max?" Jace asked, "Simon you said they were in this room" he almost yelled at the vampire standing next to them.
Clary looked up at the three people standing over her, "I sent them ba -back to the Institute." Clary whispered, her voice broke mid-sentence.
"Oh, that's good." Isabelle smiled at her.
Clary closed her eyes, trying to force the pain out of her body. It didn't work. She could feel the darkness surrounding her vision.
"No Clary, don't pass out. Please stay conscious." Jace pleaded her as he kneeled next to her. He picked up the stele lying next to her on the floor. "You just have to draw a portal and when we get back to the Institute you can stay unconscious for as long as you please. Just wait five minutes." He told her, but Clary didn't listen.
Her eyes closed and she fell into the darkness.
Jace cursed loudly as he saw her fall lifeless to the floor. "No. Fuck!" he yelled slamming his fist into the floor. They were stuck without Clary's portal.
"Oh god, Jace what do we do now?" Isabelle asked, panic showing in her voice.
They were all hurt, but Clary obviously had taken a lot more than them.
She was covered in red blood. Isabelle didn't know whether it was all hers or if it was mixed with the vampires she had killed back in the small study room.
"Draw an iratze." Isabelle commanded. Looking at the girl hurt, she had a large cut in her shoulder, blood streaming out of it. Her neck showed a gruesome bite mark, blood seeping out of the cuts.
She had paled immensely and if Isabelle didn't know better, she would've thought Clary was dead.
"Ehhm, guys." Simon said loudly as Isabelle kneeled next to the unconscious girl.
"What?" Jace snapped at him before cursing loudly.
Ten dark dressed vampires stood in the door way, acrimony showing on their faces.
"Damn it!" Jace cursed angry as he was knocked back by one of the lighting fast vampires, his head slamming against the floor. Isabelle yelled at the vampire, sending her whip slamming against the vampire's back, but she was too late. Jace didn't stand up, lying unconscious next to Clary.
So that's it. Sorry, I couldn't help it. I love cliffhangers.
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