Here's a new chapter. However first I'd like to apology for any spelling or grammar mistakes that I have in any of these chapters. I have dyslexia so it's sometimes hard to spot them. Also I'd like to thank FallanAngel19, C. Parmegiani, Lethal-Gumboot, and Booky14addict for reviewing.

This chapter is based off the song "Haven't Meet You Yet" by Michael Bublé (I'm only using this song because it fits the storyline. I don't this song.)

Chapter 4-

Haven't Meet You Yet

Jace Wayland walked into the weapons room to get some knives. Hodge, his tutor, had just told Jace, Izzy, and Alec that a mundie house hold had been attack by demons. Hodge must be wrong, he thought, why would a demon target a mundane?

"Jace, hurry up!" called Alec, "Hodge said that there was tons of activity at this apartment."

"I'm coming," he replied.

In fifteen minutes they were out the door and headed to a brownstone in Brooklyn. The building looked…shabby. The color was faded and the sidewalk was cracked. It even had a broken window on the second floor, although that may have been the demons.

"Well, let's get this over with," said Izzy as she opened the door.

The buildings inside was somewhat nice. It had rough hard wood floors and the walls were painted a light brown. On Jace's right was a door with a sign that read 'Fortunes'. It was obviously a fake fortune teller. The group of Shadowhunters continued past this door and went over to the stairs.

The next door they saw was open. This was the place they were looking for. Jace could feel it. He push open the door only to find a room that had been completely emptied, even the microwave was gone.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be any demons here," said Jace. However, he still continued to look around the apartment. He soon came to the only closed door in the house. He quickly opened, only to see the one room that had not yet been emptied. It had bright orange wall that walks that were coved in sketches. However those weren't the reason he drew his seraph blade.

Standing in the center of the room was a forsaken. Its mace flew through the air, only missing him by inches. Jace lunged with his blade and dug it into its arm. "Wow, you really suck at this," he yelled as the mace missed him again. After a few minutes Jace was drawing an iratzes on his wrist.

He began to look around the room. From what he could tell, it belonged to a teenage girl who was a good artist. The forsaken had been empting this room, but why? He thought. After a while he decided that there was nothing of consequence in the room.

Or at least that's what he thought until he turned around. Lying on the ground by the dresser was picture frame. The glass was cracked, but he could still see a girl with bright, red hair and emerald green eyes grinning out at him. She was wearing a navy blue shirt that went well with her ivory skin and had barely any makeup. Oh, Angel, he thought, she is beautiful.

"I swear on the angel, I will find you," he said to the photo, "I will meet you." With that, he slipped the photo out of the frame and put in his pocket.

Jace walked out of the apartment in hopes to find Izzy and Alec. He hadn't been able to find them anywhere inside. He walked back down the stairs and saw them talking to a women who, he could only guess, was the fake fortune teller. No one had noticed him yet.

"But warlocks can't have children. Their sterile," said an exasperated Izzy.

"I was adopted," snapped the woman.

"That's great and all, but why don't you give us a reason not to turn you into the Clave," Jace said. Izzy and Alec jumped at the sound of my voice, but the woman just smiled.

"Because, Jace Wayland, I can tell you who took Clarissa and how to find her," she replied.

"Clarissa? We don't know a Clarissa," said a very confused Alec.

"But, he does," said the witch the witch look Jace. "He has a picture of her in his pocket." He pulled the picture out of his pocket and looked at the red haired girl. Clarissa, he thought, I am in lo- wait. I haven't even meet her how can love her?

"What's your information? I'll decided after I hear it if I'm going to turn you in," he replied.

"Why don't you come in," she replied. They walked into the 'Fortunes' shop. The inside was ridicules. Everything looked like mundies idea of magic. It even had some fake crystal balls. The woman led them over to a small parlor. "My name is Madame Dorothea. My mother adopted me when-"

"I could really care less about you. Get to the part about Clarissa," Jace said.

"Very well, almost sixteen years ago Jocelyn showed up at my door. We talked and I agreed to let her stay in the building. You see, she wanted to be able to escape quickly if necessary. She also brought her daughter Clarissa. The person, who now has Clarissa, is the same person who Jocelyn ran from all those years ago. Valentine Morgenstern," said Dorothea.

"Valentine!" Jace said with a laugh. "He's been dead for sixteen years. And why would he want a Mundie, for angel's sake?"

"Becauses, Clarissa is not a Mundie. She is his ex-wife's daughter," said Dorothea.

Jace was surprised. That was something that didn't happen very often. Clarissa, my Clarissa could berelated to him in any way he was evil. She couldn't be. He was lying. There was no possible way to know if she was evil. But Dorothea never said she was his daughter.

"And you expect us to believe that," said Alec, you had been very quiet throughout this whole exchange.

"Yes, I do. I also suggest that you talked to Luke Garraway. He can tell you more about this. Just tell him that Dorothea sent you to help find them," She said. "Now, I will have to ask you to leave." With that she threw a curtain to the floor and pushed them through a portal.

A/N-

I do realize that every character is extremely OOC is this chapter. Sorry 'bout that.

Hope you liked it though. Thanks for reading. Please review.