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Two months later..

Clary padded on the hard stone floors of the Institute, bare-footed and lost. She seemed to be whirling in continuous circles, searching , searching, but not finding what she was looking for. But what was she looking for ?A gust of wind whooshed through her hair, making her lose her balance , and turn around , her eyes nervously taking in her surroundings . The long narrow corridors were dark and quiet. Too quiet. Only the thump of her feet echoed all around her. It was unusually cold, her skin prickling with goosebumps. She reached to wrap over her shoulders the shawl she was apparently wearing over her flimsy silk nightgown. She heard the loud screech of a rusty door and turned towards the source of the nerve -tingling sound, releasing a shaky gasp. Her right hand groped her waist in search of a weapon , but found nothing. She was completely defenseless. Still, she started towards the old wooden door which seemed to be carved with symbols Clary didn't recognize. She cocked her head to the side, unsuccessfully trying to make sense of the strange scriblings. They were not Nephilim runes , but something completely different, and wrong. She could feel it in her bones , in the blood boiling in her veins. She couldn't shake the feeling that something evil surrounded her , trying to engulf her , to take over her. The tall carved door was standing ajar as if beckoning her to enter. A thin cloud of smoke seemed to pour from inside the room into the obscure hallway, making Clary cough. Still, she touched the coarse surface of the door, and the symbols on it came to life, a blinding yellow light exploding all around her. She hastily covered her eyes with her hands, shielding her gaze from the painfully bright light. After a few seconds, the blare turned to a dull glow , enabling Clary to look ahead of her. The symbols seemed as foreign as before to her , still now she felt as if they were trying to send her a message. She entered a completely empty room. The floor was covered in dark brown floorboard which was in dire need of sweeping. Specks of dust floated in the air and Clary felt as if she were suffocating. She swiftly darted towards the door , but it suddenly closed in front of her with a loud bang, as if pushed by an invisible force. Both her hands went to the round door knob, desperately twisting it . The door did not budge.

Clary turned around, her eyes scanning the room. The bright mysterious glow of the full moon invaded it through the large window which had no curtains around it. The temperature in the room decreased rapidly, Clary's hot breaths coming out ragged and turning into small clouds in front of her in contact with the cold air. A shiver ran down her spine , and she rubbed her arms , trying to warm up. She began walking inside the room , although there was nothing to see, nothing to find. Only utter emptiness. Ironically , a reflection of how she had felt over the past few months. Empty, hollow.

The cry of a baby resounded through the room making Clary gasp. Her eyes widened and she released a small shriek. She started running through the room which seemed to become larger and larger with every step she took . The baby's cries became louder, more desperate. The backs of Clary's eyes began to sting and she fought the urge to cry herself. Her whole skin hurt as if pinpricks were being stuck into her body. Her throat began to close up and as she tried to speak , she found herself unable to. Her hand went to her throat , her breath turning into desperate pants. She felt an agonizing pang in her chest as the baby cried louder and louder , and still she could see nothing around her. A sense of protectiveness veiled her. She wanted to find the baby and comfort it, soothe it. Had the baby been what she was looking for?

Finally , the crying ceased and she heard hard, firm steps advancing towards her , still she couldn't see anyone around her. Her attempts to speak proved fruitless once again.A hand touched her shoulder and she swiftly turned around. It was Jace. She sighed in relief and immediately wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. Jace's arms were limp at his sides .Clary craned her head to look up at him . Instead of warm pools of gold , she was met with black eyes, unable to distinguish the irises from the pupils. She took a step back, a hand over her mouth. That wasn't her Jace, but something else entirely. Uneasiness took over her as she began running away from the creature which had taken her husband's form.

"Why are you running from me , Clary ?" Jace's voice sounded through the room, hollow, emotionless, eerly robot-like, as he slowly started pacing towards her, a blank expression on his face.

Clary was surprised by her sudden ability to speak again. "You're not him. Stay away from me. I don't know what you are. But you're not my Jace.". Jace's figure briskly appeared in front of her , black smoke surrounding him , making Clary skid to a halt.

"Of course it's me." Jace's distant cold voice replied."This is what you turned me into."

"Me? But.. you .. you're not Jace ! You might look like him, but you're not !" Clary knew that stone-hard , dark look could only be the result of some kind of demonic presence, as well as the thick black foggy smoke which surrounded them.

"This is me. This is me , disappointed in you. You have failed me, Clary." Jace spoke, without any emotion. Clary's gaze went to his chest, which was motionless. He wasn't breathing.

"I.. I have failed you? H-how ?" She stammered, unconsciously backing a few steps away from him. He resembled a statue. A beautiful cold statue.

"Yes. With your inability to give me a child."

"B-but.. the baby .. it was crying .. where's the baby ,Jace ?"

His voice was loud and harsh , cutting into Clary's skin like a knife. "There is no baby."he said. "THERE WILL NEVER BE A BABY!" he roared and his body started twitching and twisting , deforming itself , turning into a tall shapeless smoke creature with glowing yellow eyes, and sharp teeth.

"You, Clarissa , will NEVER have a child !" the monster roared.

Clary woke up with a loud shriek , briskly sitting up in her bed. Her breaths were coming out in ragged pants , her hair stuck to her damp face. Hot tears streaked down her face and she felt Jace's warm, comforting hands on her shoulders, involuntarily draping off her shawl.

"Clary , I've been trying to wake you ! You've been writhing in bed for half an hour. Nothing would wake you. You were so entranced in whatever you were dreaming-"Jace started, but Clary wasn't listening to him. Her eyes were glued on the shawl in her bed. A shawl which she had never seen before, apart from her dream.

"Did you .. bring this ?"she asked him, completely ignoring whatever soothing words he had been whispering into her ear.

"What ? No.. you had it on you when I came to bed . You were already asleep. Surprisingly early. Why? Is it not yours?"

"No.. it's not.." Clary said, still staring at the red and black shawl on the bed. She swiftly grabbed it and got up from the bed. Jace followed her.

"Clary , what is happening ? What's wrong ? "

She stormed towards the fireplace just in front of her bed, in which fire still crackled faintly. She threw the shawl and watched it burn, turning into nothingness. Jace was behind her, watching her with confused , worried eyes. Clary's tears had dried on her cheeks , a reminder of her tumultuous nightmare.

"Tell me what's bothering you.. please, baby.." Jace whispered, kissing her shoulder lightly , as Clary was staring blankly at the fire in front of her, its flames reflecting in her emerald eyes, making her look fierce.

"Are you disappointed in me that I have yet to fall pregnant?" Clary asked, her voice barely a whisper , her eyes on the fire. Somehow , it brought her comfort.

"How can you say that ? Even if you won't get pregnant, I could never be disappointed in you." he replied, stepping in from of her, cupping her face , craning her head to look into her red-rimmed eyes.

"But.. then.. you would have to marry someone else. Someone fertile." Clary added, her voice shaky , her eyes glassy.

"No. I won't. I don't want to marry someone else. You are my wife. You always will be , Clary." he tried to assure her, his lips brushing lightly over hers.

Clary whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, an expression of genuine agony sprawled on her face."They will make you ."

"Then, we'll run. " he said. Clary 's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Jace realized what he had just said, that he had basically declared he would risk anything for her. That he had basically told her he loved her more than anything in the universe. That tiny , beautiful hurt girl in front of him was his world , and she didn't even know it.

"You.. would do that? For me ?" she inquired in disbelief.

"I would do anything for you." he said. At that , Clary started sobbing greatly , tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes , pouring down her face to her chin. Jace wrapped her in his arms , soothing his hands over her flowy hair, crooning.

"Shh, please, don't cry , I didn't mean to make you cry, please, Clary.." Jace pleaded.

Clary lifted her head to look into his warm eyes. She placed her small hands on either side of his face , her thumbs scraping gently over his cheekbones. The pain in her eyes made Jace ache inside as well. He yearned to comfort her but did not know how.

"I love you. So much." Clary declared, more tears streaming down as she did so.

Jace gasped ."I love you ,too " he said , crushing his lips firmly to hers. Clary yanked hard at his hair as their tongues mingled together and she began feeling the heat pour through her body like hot lava , gathering between her legs where she always ached for him. Jace's hands went to the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. It smelled like smoke.

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