Hey! I know it's been a week. I was down in Cobo, Mexico. It was awesome. So here's chapter 3. Thanks to Crazy4MadHatter, Lethal-Gumboot ... for reviewing. And thanks to everyone who has added this story to their favorites, story alerts, or me as a favorite author. This chapter's song is "Welcome to the World" by Kevin Rudolf (feat. Kid CuDi). In case you don't know this, I don't own the mortal instruments. Everything belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 3-

Welcome to the World

Clary Fray could only think about one thing. The night before, Simon and Clary had been walking past the Pandemonium Club after the movie. While walking past she had felt eyes on her. She had caught an extremely hot guy checking her out. He had gold hair, gold skin, and even gold eyes. Clary had almost gone over to flirt with him, but he was gone when she looked again.

With a sign Clary continued to draw. It was a sketch of the golden boy. It was pretty good considering she only had about a five second glance at the guy. It seemed like his angular face was forever embellished in her head.

Brring! Brring! "Hello," said Clary after answering her phone.

"Hello this is that guy you thought was cute. It seems I made a bad impression last night, based on that I left before we could even talk," said a familiar voice on the other end.

"Simon! Shut up!" replied an annoyed Clary.

"You know you love me," he replied. "Hey, I told Eric that I would go listen to his poetry reading. Wanna come?"

"No, Eric poetry sucks." It really did. Who says loins, ever? Eric apparently.

"Please."

"No way, no how. My mom grounded me because we got home from the movie so late," said Clary.

"Fine but you owe me. Next time you HAVE to come," Simon said, "bye."

After hanging up the phone, Clary went back to her drawing. Something still seemed off about it. After a few minutes she looked back at the page and saw that she had drawn angel wings on his back. She signed and closed her sketch pad.

Just then, Clary heard the door open and called, "Hey mom, that you?" There was no response. "Mom? Luke? Hello." Clary finally got up and walked into the entry way. There stood a black thing.

It was approximately the size of a large dog and had long, sharp claws. The thing's skin was slightly transparent, so that you could see a black blood rushing through its veins. Where its eyes should have been were vacant black holes.

Clary screamed as it lunged toward her. Within seconds the thing had her pinned to the ground and was practically drooling over her. "Can't kill, but smells so good. Valentine won't know," she heard it growl.

With another scream, Clary grabbed the only thing with in her reach, her cell phone, and shoved it down the thing's throat. It had what could only be described as a seizure before shooting a needle like thing into Clary's arm. Then, it disappeared.

Clary stared at the spot for a few seconds before her vision began to fade. The last thing she saw was a boy with white blonde hair and black eyes enter the room.

She was standing on the shore of a lake. Hovering above the water was the golden boy. On his back were large, white angel wings. His eyes locked with hers and he signed, "My Clary."

They continued to just look at each other till there was an explosion and the water around the golden angel began shot up towards the sky. Threw the veil of water, Clary could barely see the black-eyed boy flying towards her angel. From this man's back were large, leathery wings that had a dark red liquid dripping from their tips.

Clary watched as gold and black began to fight. The two colors swirled together and the world faded black.

Clary opened her emerald green eyes, only to quickly shut them due to the blinding light. She quickly noticed 4 things. First she was in an unfamiliar room. Secondly, she was handcuffed to a bedpost. Thirdly, she was wearing a white night gown. And finally, the boy with the black eyes was sitting in a chair across from the bed.

"Good," he said as he walked toward her. "You're awake." Clary just stared at him. The boy frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Clarissa, I must go inform Father of your awakening." With that the he left the room.

Clary was lying in a twin sized bed that had a steel headboard, to which she was changed. The walls of the small room were white. The only furniture was the bed, a chair, and a nightstand.

It wasn't till Clary noticed that she had an IV in her arm that she realized she was in some type of an infirmary. Wow, she thought, I was attacked by a thing, knocked unconscious, only to wake up chained to a hospital bed, with a stranger in my room, waiting to go tell 'Father' that I was awake.

After a few minutes the door opened again. In waked the boy. Behind him was a tall man who was obviously his father. They had the same pale blonde hair, dark eyes, and broad shoulders.

" Clarissa, we meet at last," said the man. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Valentine Morgenstern. This is my son Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. I am your father."

"My wh… what?"

This chapter took FOREVER to write. It's also the longest one I've written by about a hundred words. Do you guys like the chapter length? Do you have any questions about the plot? Do you like how I'm switxhing back and forth between Jace and Clary's POVs? Do what any chapters in Isabelle's or Alec's POVs? Should I work Aline, Max, Maryse, and Imogen into the plot?

Also, I would love it if you would give me a funny line for Jace to say next chapter. It can be about anything.

TWO MORE DAYS TILL CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS!

Thanks for reading. Hope you are enjoying the story. Please review!