Disclaimer: I own only the plot and nothing more unfortunately. (I'll do some things on Jace to so don't ya'll worry.

-Jen

Chapter Two

(2 years later)

Clary groaned as she slammed face first into the hard wooden floor. Only seconds later she was pulled back up by the hair. "Are you really that weak Clarissa?" Jonathan hissed into her ear. "Fight!" She was trying she really was. This was how Jonathan got his kicks. Literally. From the moment Valentine had saved her life he'd hated her. And when their father had decided that Jonathan would be the one to train Clary, he just got meaner, finding a way to beat her up without getting yelled at by Valentine.

"Just give me a moment." She breathed, hunching over. Jonathan made no move to back up, crossing his arms over his chest. "Move away before I fucking throw up on you!" Yes, Clary swore. Many things had changed since that day on the lake. Valentine had won. He controlled everything.

Those months, while the Morgenstern Castle was being completed, Valentine was able to manipulate Clary. He got her to create a rune for him that he called "Complete Obedience." Clary had it on the inside of her right wrist. He'd also made her create another rune for the Enforcers, those who "enforced" his laws and hunted the demons still present in the city. It was large and oval like and was on the Left shoulder. It enhanced all of the other runes present on any shadow hunter, making them practically invincible. Clary had that one too. She walked the grounds at night, with Jonathan in the Enforcer uniform. Her first week on the job she'd killed two high-powered demons. She'd had a thrill.

Clary still had a mind of her own however. She still hated her father. She still hated Jonathan and she still wanted to find Jace. But her obedience rune kept her from speaking out to any of them and if she even sighted Jace or any of her friends or rebels on the list, she'd have to bring them in.

Jonathan rolled his eyes at his little sister and grabbed the bucket sitting in the corner of the room. He slammed it in front of her and watched as she vomited up her breakfast. "You done?" He snapped at her grinding his teeth. Clary glared up at him her eyes narrowing.

"Oh I'm so sorry. Would you like me to stop?" She hissed before curling back over the bucket. Jonathan groaned and turned away. This was taking up too much of his valuable time.

"I think that's enough for one day Jonathan." Valentines voice boomed through the large room. Jonathan went rigid. He watched his father walk over to Clary and set a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He noticed her body tense at his touch and smiled a bit at it. "Is something funny?" Valentine snapped drawing his son's gaze.

"No sir." He tried not to growl. He walked over to the wall and flicked a switch. The walls flipped showing the weapons on the other side. He set his Katana sword in it's holding along with Clary's and flicked the switch again hiding the weapons. He left then.

Valentine shook his head at his boy and turned back to Clary. He lifted her to her feet and guided her out into the hallway. He knew Jonathan hated her. It was why he'd chosen his son to train Clary in the first place. He beat on her without remorse and in return she trained to defend herself. She'd learned how to fight six times any other Shadow Hunter he knew. Valentine walked his daughter to her room. She went straight to the bathroom where she wiped her mouth with a rag.

"You remind me so much of your mother." He sighed happily. Clary dipped the rag in sink and looked at him through the mirror. She didn't say it but Valentine could see the hate in her eyes. He chose to ignore it. He brushed back a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. "Why don't you take a shower? I'll see you for dinner." Clary pursed her lips and nodded keeping her face blank. It was what he liked to see and she wanted to keep him happy.

She watched him leave out the corner of her eyes then slumped against the bathroom wall. She let out a shaky breath and once felt calm turned on shower faucet. She slipped out of her sticky wet clothes and under the warm jets of water that pelted her from above.

When she'd first come to her new home she couldn't believe how big her room was. It was the size of her old apartment with a private balcony overlooking the city bellow. It was only the city without power since they'd built the Castle outside of that perimeter. She had her own walk in closet already fitted with clothes her size, and her bathroom was the size of her old bedroom. On top of everything else she'd noticed that above the balcony, inside the room, there were crisscrossing wooden beams. After a few months of training with Jonathan she climbed them only to discover another room, obviously meant for storage. She always went there for peace and quiet.

Clary rinsed her hair and enjoyed the comforting warmth not willing to get out of the shower until it had gone cold. She blow dried her hair and changed into the black skin tight spandex short sleeved shirt with the Morgenstern emblem over the heart, slipped on her ring, a birthday present from Valentine, skinny jeans and black chained combat boots. She left her hair down since she preferred it that way and went out to the balcony to get some fresh air. She looked over the city. It wasn't as happy as she remembered it being. Instead it was dark and gloomy. She couldn't see anyone about on the streets except for a group of Enforcers.

Deciding it was too cold for her she slipped back inside and pulled on her Enforcer jacket, which had the emblem over her left shoulder and took out went to her easel, yet another present from Valentine. She drew Jace outlining his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. She missed him everyday so much that it hurt her.

"Drawing him again Clarissa." She snapped her head around from her bed. Jonathan stood there sneering at her with his head cocked to the side. She closed her drawing pad.

"What do you want John?" She asked sighing. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket and shrugged.

"Father wants us to work a double shift tonight." He stated matter-of-factly. Clary immediately tensed. They were supposed to work the streets from six to ten. For Clary to spend an extra four hours with her brother was complete and utter torture. She groaned inwardly. It was twelve o'clock at the moment. That gave her two hours to get down to the city. She needed to eat since she'd thrown up her breakfast earlier. She stood and walked over to the door Jonathan was currently blocking.

"Move." She said to him. He leaned foreward, inches from her face.

"Say the magic word Clare." He responded. Clary ground her teeth together.

"Please move Jonathan." Snorting he stepped aside allowing her to exit her room. He followed her down the steps to the kitchen where one of the servants was preparing some kind of soup. Clary dug into the fridge and pulled out ham, cheese, lettuce and Mayo. The servant handed clary the fresh French bread from the bread drawer.

"Make me one of the dear sister." Jonathan ordered sitting up on the stool. Clary's eyes shot up to meet his.

"Say the magic word John." She mocked him. Jonathan narrowed his eyes.

"Now." Shaking her head Clary finished making one sandwich and slid it over to him, mentally wishing he wasn't watching her so she could've spit into it. She made her self one and ate it at the counter not bothering to sit down. "Come on Sis." Jonathan spoke getting up to leave. "Lets go weapon up. We've got some demons to