Thank you so much to my one reviewer, and to those who favorited, or followed this story. I forgot about two more stories that I am NOT deleting from my account and that is Benevolence, and the Life and Roads of a Single Parent. I am actually going to rewrite Benevolence as well, before I finish it. I am coming close to the end of the school year, so my chapters will soon be better organized, and more edited. I think this one is pretty good, with some minor mistakes that I may or may not have missed. Feel free to pick them out, I will fix them, I am trying to get into the habit of making sure these chapters look as good as possible with the exception of the first chapter, to which I will edited soon. Their may be a little bit of changes to it to make it more concrete. It won't hinder the plot line of the story, but if others prefer to look into it when I change it, feel free. And during Christmas break I will work on my other stories.

I am trying to make this like the final addition to The Mortal Instruments, only as my own. I am one of those writers that stories tend to make a mind of their own as they go. I want to throw in the hints and Teasers Cassandra Clare has given us, but like I said, this story might take a mind of its own. That's why I made it on the summary that the characters might seem to be a little OOC because I am SURE that will happen, especially since I know what I am planing to do with this story. I hope it won't be too long. I don't want to be necessarily writing a book, but I want a good length story. So hopefully it won't go past 40 chapters, but again... stories end up having minds of their own, regardless. lol. I know this story may seem REALLY slow, and I am sorry for that, but I hate stories that rush the beginning way too quickly. The main point of the plot won't be too far away. I promise.

Bless the Child

"This is not going to work."

Simon's hands had become clammy from clamping them tightly into fists. Wait, clammy? Simon brought his hands out, and flexed them under his eyes. No, they were normal. Being a vampire were probably more confusing then being a pubescent teenager. Then again, you could probably compare the two, and not see too much of a difference. One takes on drastic changes, both physically and mentally. You no longer have to go to the bathroom, aging as officially stopped for you, but you will become cranky if you don't eat regularly, or sleep regularly. You will become nocturnal, and you find yourself seeming depressed, dark, and lacking in life.

Yep, sounds like being a teenager.

Simon was soon learning that the things his body did when he was alive still was happening… in his mind. When he thought he was developing a cold sweat, he would bring his hand up to touch his forehead, and it would only be dry and cold, just like the dead should feel. He never thought he would miss the body's natural functions, such as urinating, and taking a dump. Vomiting was even missed, sometimes he felt relieved when he could cough up the vile causing his problems within his stomach. Now if he felt sick, he had to remind himself that it was only in his head, and the only way to relieve it, was to admit he was no longer human.

For the longest time, Simon was not ready to admit his life had changed… if one could call it a life. But now, after Alec had told them Maureen drained Camille, taking over the New York Vampire clan, he realized he had accidentally created a monster. She was only a child, and she had become dark, and malicious. What happened to the innocent little girl, who hung around his band like a lost puppy? He hasn't told anyone how he truly felt about the whole situation, some feel she is nothing to worry about, but this at least tickles his concern. According to Raphael, it was exceedingly rare for such a young vampire to get the best of such a very old vampire. He knows damn well that he wouldn't have even tries. Something was up, and his mind was a traffic jam he no longer had control over.

"It will work!" Rebecca insisted. "Talking like that will ensure that it won't work, Simon! Remember what dad always said.

She had to use that against him, didn't she? He remembered when he tried for Little League, not that Simon was ever much for sports, and it was just something he had long accepted, but his dad continued to tell him that because he told himself he wasn't any good, that he wasn't going to be any good. He still, till this day, disagrees.

"The more you say something isn't going to work, the more likely it won't!" She grabbed his arm, and dragged him up to the house; she made him stand to the side, while she knocked on the door. Pretending Simon wasn't near her. Their mother peaked through a curtain, one eye sneaking out, reminding Simon almost like crazy women and their hundred cats. Once she saw Rebecca seemed to be alone, she opened the door, nearly pulling Rebecca through before she could rush Simon in behind her. When she saw the monster that had stolen her son, she ran in the opposite direction, down the hallway.

"Rebecca, that is not your brother!" She said, holding the Star of David in her right hand tightly, her eyes were rimmed red, and her face puffy from tears. Simon's heart went into spasms in his chest. The pain she was going through, bounced off her and onto him. He was beginning to wonder if this was worth her sanity, he rather her believe that her son was kidnapped and killed, not turned into a demon in her eyes.

"Mom, it is Simon! I promise!"

"NO! Stay back! By God stay back!" She backed against the wall, tears rushing down her face like runny faucets. "And stay away from my daughter, you devil!"

"Mom!" Rebecca leaped out at her, wrapping her hand around the one that held the Star of David. Simon watched carefully, his ambitiousness to get his family back slowly fading before him.

"Simon!" He had not realized his sister was trying to speak to him until now. She had wrapped her arms tightly around their struggling mother, trying to hold her still, and keep her calm. Not that it was working too well. Over the years, she was not very slim anymore, which meant she weighed more than Becca, which also meant she could fight her if she tried hard enough.

"Don't you have hypnotizing powers or something?" She asked, while their mother remained hysterical, praying in Hebrew, with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Yes, but it doesn't last."

"I don't care, just do something to calm her!" She yelled. Simon took a step closer, but hesitated; he wasn't sure that if anything they did would work. She was convinced his was a monster that had replaced her son, but letting her go on living in fear wasn't a good way to let her live either. He had to do something, anything to get her to relax. He approached her gently, getting close to her face. His eyes narrowing in on her own, which were hiding behind her lids.

"Open your eyes." She asked softly. She was unresponsive; she only shrank further away from him, keeping her eyes shut. "Okay, maybe you should keep your eyes closed." Simon said. He gently put his arm out to touch her shoulders, she whimpered to his touch, but he fought against flinching away. "Mom…" he spoke as softly as he could. "I would never harm you. It's me, it's always been me." Her shivering was decreasing, but she still would not look at him. Rebecca raised her eyebrows, pushing him to continue.

"My heart doesn't beat, and my body is cold like the dead, think of it more as a curse. Not someone who has possessed me, or destroyed me. I am stuck like this until…." He paused, thinking deeply about his next words…. "Forever…. Unless death… somehow finds me another way, in another form. I won't lie to you… I am dangerous…" he trailed off, his memory traveling back to Maureen's limp body in his arms. An innocent little girl, whose life he stole. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to regain himself. "I… hurt someone… really bad…. But I didn't mean to. I would never do it intentionally. If I ever harmed you or Rebecca, if I did… I could never live forever, knowing I hurt the both of you…" His throat clenched within itself. He knew it was in his head, but it was happening, and he actually felt liquid fall from his eyes. Before he could react to it, Rebecca gasped.

His mother finally opened her eyes, looking her at her son's face, while a trail of red flowed down his cheeks, and dripped onto the cold white tiled floor….

~0~

"Jonathan?" Robert's voice rang down the hall; the young couple detached themselves from their embrace. "You need to speak with me and the inquisitor about this!" He said, as he got closer.

"Father," Alec interrupted.

"Not now, Alexander!"

"But don't you think she deserves a little time before speaking to the Clave!" Alec made to stand between the couple and his father. Isabelle sank against the doorway leading to the training room. This might be the first time Clary might've actually seen her nervous. "She's obviously petrified of what she dreamt. Give her time." Alec's voice had become softer; Clary felt a small flash of affection for Alec. He had never stood up for her before, at least not in front of her. Although they made their truce a long time ago, she was never sure if they were really friends or acquaintances, but this told her he cared enough to be her friend. It didn't matter where it came from; it felt nice to have someone defend her well-being.

"There is no time!" Robert shot back at his son, his eyes suddenly becoming dark. Clary was sure she sensed some defiance in Alec, but when he went to argue, she caught Isabelle shaking her head in his direction. "Come with me, Clarissa." Robert's voice had toned down, but she still sensed the edge. Jace's embrace on her tightened.

"She doesn't go without me."

"Jonathan, this is no time to be playing protective boyfriend." Robert sighed as if he were tired.

"Why fuck did you just call me that?" Jace snapped. "And what is playing protective boyfriend?" Before Robert could respond, Jace stood in front of him, both them the same height. Clary began to wonder where Alec got his height from. "Either I go with, or she stays with me. I am not afraid to assert that." Jace's voice was deadly low, Clary watch Robert swallow, before faltering.

"Very well, come along." Jace cranked his head, and gestured for her to follow. She locked eyes with Iz and Alec, they watched intently before she disappeared down the hall.

When they arrived in the conference room, there were three other men, and an older woman with shoulder length brown hair. When her eyes reached her and Jace, they immediately narrowed in on Robert, before hardening under her own stare.

"What is the meaning of this, Lightwood?"

"Miss Clarissa Morgenstern may have had a premonition of her brother Jonathan-"

"I am not a Morgenstern!" her voice fell so quickly from her lips, that she did not think quick enough to catch them. Her mouth shut tightly with a pop. She barely stepped backwards half an inch, before coming into contact with Jace's broad chest. He stood directly against her, as if he were a guard dog, getting ready to defend his master.

For some reason that thought made her smile, dominating Jace.

She shook her head, why was she thinking of such things at a time like this?

"You are related to them by blood, Miss Morgenstern!" The brunette woman chimed. "That makes you a Morgenstern through and through."

"Val!" A man that sat at the end of a table, who reminded Clary very much like a Mundane. He wore a grey suit, and his face was full of scruffy facial hair. His hair a mixture of grey and brown, and his eyes were blue. He did not have an accent, from over seas, his accent was not only American, but southern. This shocked Clary. What kind of Shadowhunter was he?

"Blood does not always tell you who is your family and who is not." He stood up, straightening his suit, before folding it over his front to button it, and walking around to grab himself some wine from the cupboard.

"Speak for yourself," The women replied, her voice was as cold as ice. "Miss Morgenstern is yet to be trusted. Since she spend numerous weeks with the enemy, let alone being in relation." Anger flared inside Clary, she stepped away from Jace, her voice rising against her own will.

"How dare you! I did it to find information and to safe Jace's life!" Jace was behind her again, his hands resting gently on her shoulders, she may have heard him whisper her name, but her anger was louder than him in her ears.

"A life that could have been expended…" At this it was Robert's turn. His voice rising with each word as he got close enough to the cold-hearted women that Clary assumed he'd slug her.

"That is my son's life you are talking about, Valarei! I have already lost one child, losing another is not an option. What Clarissa did was entirely selfless, and courageous. I thank her for saving a child of mine!"

"A child that is not yours, Mr. Lightwood." Now Clary thought Robert would hit her, she wanted him to, with every blood cell that existed in her veins she wanted Robert to destroy her.

"That is enough!" A dark haired man slammed his fist on the table, startling everyone in the room. "Turning against one another is not the answer for the times were are in! Valarei, you will do best to hold your tongue when it comes to your personal opinions, or I will see to it, that you are removed from this council. Understood."

"Yes, Inquisitor."

"Thank you. Everyone be seated." They did what they were told, aside from Jace and Clary who remained standing at the end of the table.

"So, why is Miss…" The inquisitor trailed off, eyeing Clary from across the table.

"I prefer Garroway." Clary insisted. She could practically feel Jace smile down at her.

"Garroway… Lucian Greymark?" He pursued further.

"He goes by Garroway now."

"Right, why have you bought Miss Garroway, Robert?"

"It seems, that Miss… Garroway has had possible premonitions of her brother." Clary rolled her eyes, she did not consider Jonathan her brother, but Jace gripped her shoulders a little tighter, almost warning her, so in turn this time she kept her mouth shut. The Inquisitor then turned to face her.

"I-I don't know if they are truly premonitions or not." She said carefully. "It was a dream" More like a nightmare. She thought.

"Elaborate the details of this dream, Miss Garroway." Does he need to say my last name at the end of every sentence?

"I-I was in an old Cabin of some sort… in the middle of the woods. Apparently a Mundane family had once lived there."

"Did your brother tell you this?" Clary's throat closed, she wasn't sure how to answer, considering she still was not sure what to make of the nightmare. "In the dream of course." He tailed on. Clary only nodded.

"Well, there were also old photos. I kind of picked up on it with common sense before he said it." Jace gripped her shoulders again. "Afterwards there was…. This stench." She could still remember the smell of burnt flesh, as her throat tightened once again, and a knot form in her chest.

"A stench?" The countryman asked.

"Like…" She swallowed. "Like…" Jace gripped her tightly. She couldn't move past the knot that had now moved up her throat. "Like rotting flesh." With much effort she broke through the wall, but not without her voice breaking.

"You could smell it… in a dream?" The same countryman asked. Clary only nodded.

"I must say, I have never experienced a dream like that before."

"Samuel, would you please…" Valarei put a hand over her face.

"Why do you people keep insisting on calling me, Samuel? It's Sam. Just Sam?" Clary couldn't help being around someone who seemed so human for once in a long time. She knew he couldn't be, since he was here, but it still was a nice comforting feeling.

"That's enough, please." The Inquisitor rubbed the bridge of his nose, sounding like an annoyed parent. "Clarissa, I do apologize, please continue." She was relieved to hear anything besides Miss Garroway.

"He-he was there…" Clary's voice broke again. "And… he said something about… humans, and how… the most dangerous demons haunt them, and torture them." Jace's grip tightened again, only this time it was more vice. She winced in pain, and Jace immediately surrendered, whispering apologies in her ear

"He's talking about Desolatum Diabolo!" Valarei Spoke out loud.

"Relax!" The Inquisitor shouted. "We do not even know if this were a dream or a premonition!"

"Well are we just going to ignore it!?" She shrieked.

"Of course not." Sam spoke up. "But panicking is not the answer either. However we do have to take this slow. If this were a premonition, he brother surely sent it, knowing we would eventually learn about it. I mean, c'mon guys use your damn heads!"

"I regretfully tell you, that may need you to go under the Mortal Sword again, Miss Clarissa." The Inquisitor spoke softly.

"I understand fully." She said.

"Good. I believe you have been through enough for one afternoon Ms. Clarissa; you may leave until we need you again. May I ask where your mother might be?"

"Probably on her way here." Clary replied, almost sounding tired. The knot still now in her chest, but still there nonetheless. "I ran out so quick, I am sure she is worried. I didn't even grab my phone."

"Very well, I may need information from her as well. Carry on, dear. We will speak again." Clary nodded, and both her and Jace exited the room, Jace guiding her the whole time to his bedroom…

~0~

This is the closest they had been in weeks, but that wasn't even on Clary's mind, while she sat on Jace's lap, soaking his once clean, white shirt with her tears. He held her close, whispering soft cooing in her hair, trying to understand what had her so… distraught. Something else happened in that dream; the Inquisitor even sensed her trauma. Jace went over the common basics of gathering one's nerves. Telling her to breathe in and out of her nose, very gently. Once she had calmed down, she looked up at him with green, watery eyes, and cried again.

"Oh Jace… there was more…"

"Shh." He cooed. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She shook her head frantically.

"No, I have to." She said, gripping his shirt, and letting her head rest against his chest for a moment, before returning her green orbs to meet his golden. "There was a baby." The tears overflowed again, the image ran through her mind, and she felt like vomiting, but she fought against it. "He put it in a…" she trailed off, she couldn't say it, the image burned the back of her eyes, it destroyed her, she wanted to find that child and save it. "HE BURNED IT!" She finally screamed. "It was an… infant… it looked… maybe… a month old or so…. He put it in an oven, and C-C-…" She couldn't say it; she just couldn't as her body shook in sobs. She held on to him so tight, that Jace assumed she thought he was melt away from her.

The words she was using, the things that she had seen. Jace was never one who prayed, not even when he was small. In this moment he prayed- he prayed that it was only a dream, because if it wasn't…

somewhere a child died a most horrible cruel death, before it was even old enough to crawl. Jace held her as tight as he could, almost hoping he could consume her pain, fear and the awful images she had from such a dark malevolent nightmare. Neither of them realized in the moment of drama, that the Heavenly Fire that ran through Jace's veins wasn't harming Clary at all…

Slow at first, but I am getting there. I want to get into Jace and Alec's relationship, as well as Simon's inner troubles with his family, as already hinted here.

Future Subplots?: Will this help?

Simon is contemplating finding a Vampire who has mastered Glamour. He starts to accept what he is now, and that may mean leaving his Human Self behind forever...

Alec, tries to talk to Magnus, who refuses. Alec goes out in the middle of the night, getting drunk, and drunk calls Jace... That's all I will tell you about that one...

Jace and Clary... do the Hippitty-Dippitty (anyone whose seen Adam Sandler's Big Daddy should know that reference) LOL

Little notes: I will not write about Maia and Jordan, I don't know why but I have absolutely no interest in them, and I had a hard time reading through their sections of the COLS books without getting bored. I find Jordan himself/alone interesting, Maia bugs me, she's not that interesting to me. So they won't have big roles in this story. They'll appear but that's about it. My focuses are Jace, Clary, Alec, Magnus, Simon and Isabelle. Oh and of course Jonathan, but it'll be a little while before he makes an appearance, other than through Clary's dreams.

So... little things to ponder for little hints at the plot.

Who's this Country-Dude in the Council?

What do you all think of the new Inquisitory, don't worry he'll have a name soon enough.

I made Robert a dick, a little bit, because I feel he has become one, and I wanted to write about him and his character development. But he stood up for Jace, how nice is that?

Valarei is a BITCH huh?

I'll give you a hint...

The Country dude, Sam, he is NOT a Shadowhunter. Until next time Folks... ;)