2007

Clary knew her headache was starting to get worse. The blaring music was going to damage her hearing and possibly give her a permanent migraine. Something Shadowhunters seemed to be immune to.

Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to walk away from her family like she did, but she didn't want to hear Jace gripe about how she killed his one lead to his father's murderer. She hadn't wanted to hear what the demon had to say to her. She hadn't wanted it to finish it's sentence.

She'd acted irrationally. She knew it. She was sure the whole Conclave knew it by now. Maybe even the Downworlder community did as well.

Her line of sight narrowed on a geeky looking humane who looked familiar in a way. She couldn't pinpoint where she'd seen, or talked, to him. He looked oddly like… Simon.

Her heart leaped into her throat. He couldn't be here, not while she was. With some blond. She took a deep breath. He wasn't her friend anymore. There were too many years, to much experience.

Against her better judgement, she made her way over to him. His eyes flashed when he noticed someone coming towards him, but he gave a lazy grin to her once she stopped by their table.

"What do y-" he cut himself off and did a double take at her. "Clary?"

She gave a stiff nod before his eyes lightened up for a second before turning hard. He turned to whoever he was with and told her that he'd be back shortly before standing up and walking away.

Clary scrambled after him, for once all her training failing her. She felt unbalanced, unprepared for what was going to happen. And it was going to be bad.

Once they left the club and got a bit down the road and into an ally he spun on her. "Where the hell have you b-

"Don't ask." she cut him off. "I couldn't tell you, even if I wanted to."

She'd been thinking about him for the past few days, wondering who he'd turned into, wondered if she hadn't been abandoned by her mother… how much would she have influenced him.

She could see he wasn't thrilled about seeing her again, so why had he not told her to stop following him.

Hurt flashed in his eyes when she told him she wouldn't tell him. It was gone in a second, replaced by ice.

"Do you have any idea the pain you caused when you ran away?" he snapped. "Jocelyn cries ever year on the day you ran, asking herself what she did wrong to make you not want to come home."

Clary froze at his words. He thought she had ran away? It would make sense that Jocelyn wouldn't say 'hey I abandoned my child on the steps of an abandoned church, that happens to double as an Institute. Oh, and you probably won't see her again since you Mundanes don't have the Sight.' but grieving over her? Telling a lie for almost eight years? That made her blood boil.

"Do you have any idea what pain they put me through?" she hissed, ignoring the surprise in his eyes. Any want to have any part of the Mundane world vanished as fast as it appeared. She spun on her heels and started to stalk away before be grabbed her wrist and turned her back to face him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" his tone demanded an answer but she wasn't going to tell him, she wasn't going to break one Law she promised not to break.

"Let go of me, Simon." she snarled. "You don't have any business knowing shit about the world I live in." she ripped her hand out of his hands, leaving him shocked. She went around the corner before drawing a hidden Rune on her wrist.

She suddenly had a sick feeling. She felt dizzy and her vision tunneled before…

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Isabelle was worried about Clary but her Parabatai could handle herself. She was just getting ready for bed when a cold feeling hit the pit of her stomach and she forced herself not to double over.

She clenched the bed post, fighting to stay upright on her jelly feeling legs. What the hell was going on? Her Parabatai Rune felt frozen. She couldn't feel anything from Clary. She could hardly tell where her friend was.

Once she was sure she could stand without collapsing, she threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top before slamming her feet into her sneakers. Grabbing her weapon and Steele, she was pounding on her brother's door before she realised she wanted his help.

His and Jace's. She was sure whatever was happening to the bond was not good. Not normal.

"I think Clary is in trouble, Alec!" She said with a panic. "The Bond feels… cold. It doesn't mean she's dead, right?"

Isabelle knew she should stop talking and let her brother say something, but this feeling, this panic, was throwing her off her game.

"Go get Jace, I'll meet you outside in five." he finally said to her and she was gone.

Five minutes later, Izzy stood by the front doors pacing. Jace was trying to calm her, and Alec had just appeared. They where all dressed in black.

She took the lead, since it was her Parabatai. The bond kept getting colder the more she walked. She could smell blood and wondered if it was just her. Jace and Alec appeared to not smell anything out of the ordinary.

She sped up. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the bodies of Downworlders, and Mundanes, littering the street leading to the club they'd just hunted in. Dammit Clary! Where are you?!

A.N

I still don't own the series. Sad face. What do you think is going on? Thanks for the Favs and Follows and the lone reviewer. Ily all. Till next time!