Holy crap, this is a long chapter! I know guys, I know that my grammar (especially my commas) sucks, but you guys are awesome for putting up with it. Review responses will be at the bottom. :)

**This will not be Wessa or Heronstairs. Sorry guys it's Jessa 100%. If you don't like it I'm not forcing you to read it. **

***Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own TID. All rights go to the genius Cassie Claire! I just own the plot…and even that will never be up to par with her awesomeness***

She didn't know how long she had been locked up in the room. It could have been days or maybe hours, but Tessa did know that if she went another minute without something in her stomach she was going to cry. She wasn't much of an eater in the first place. With the stress of trying to find her brother, and trying to save as much money as possible for the Shadowhunters while still abiding in their stupid city, she found eating to be a very unimportant part of her daily living. She had gone a few days at a time with nothing but a piece of bread and tea in her stomach and felt fine, but when she was kidnapped she was going on her second day without food. She was sure that if she had to wait any longer the hunger pains would rip her wide open.

She was also very thirsty. If there was one thing she made sure to do, it was hydrate. They couldn't at least give her water? When the mysterious silver man had left she had done nothing but pace, but because of her misfortunes she could do nothing more than sit in a fetal position in the middle of the room where it seemed to be warmest. She was tired, but she was too cold and too hungry to find solace in sleep. She was to hyper aware of the constant darkness and the piercing silence to let her once wild imagination pass the time.

So she just sat there.

She sat and sat, and at one point tried to sing to clear the silence, but grimaced at the grating sound her parched throat croaked out. She was starting to wish the man would come back. If nothing else he would provide a source of entertainment, or fear, but at this point she would take both.

Then, almost as if he had been reading her mind, the same hooded figure came storming through the door. He loomed over her form with the lantern; his cane absent from his hand, and even without looking upon his face she knew he held no pity for her half starved, dehydrated state. Instead he barked, "Get up! " She didn't move. At this point she didn't think her legs could hold her and her head was pounding.

Her unresponsiveness was obviously the wrong move. "I said get up you stupid girl!" he ordered again, Still Tessa remained still, as if she were carved from stone. She knew it was stupid to disobey him, but for some reason, despite the power he held, she wasn't afraid of him. His sigh was loud in her ears as he bent down to grab her by the arms and haul her up. Once upright she found the courage to wrench away from him and stand unsteadily on her own. She didn't want to be held by him, or touched by him at all. Contradicting feelings rushed though her when he did, and Tessa hated nothing more than being unsure of her own feelings.

"Follow me, a few people desire to meet you," his tone was still commanding, but it had finally lost its chilly edge. Tessa still did not say a word, but instead of continuing to give him a hard time, she willingly followed him.

It was significantly colder outside her room, but not much lighter. The only thing she could see was the outline of her captors back, so instead of trying and failing to remember her way or take in her surroundings, she tried to imagine what her captor looked like under his hood. She remembered a flash of silver. Was it a piercing? Braces? The skin of his hands were sickly pale, and his fingers were thin and long. Perhaps he played an instrument? Piano? Guitar? She was letting her imagination finally take over, and pictures of a black haired man with piercings along his face, playing a guitar filled her vision. She was so wrapped up in this image that she didn't notice he had stopped, and proceeded to run right into his back.

"Sorry!" She apologized quickly and then cursed herself. It was force of habit to apologize when she had done something clumsy, but the last thing she wanted to do was give them the satisfaction of hearing her speak. The man said nothing, only giving a slight shake of his head before opening a door and beckoning her in with a long finger. She hesitated. Until now following him down the hallway seemed like a smart thing to do given the circumstances, but now that she was here a new feeling of terror washed over her. Who wanted to meet her? It didn't matter, she decided. Tessa squared her shoulders, set her face into an unreadable mask, and marched right passed him.

The room she entered into was as dark as the room she was locked in, but, to her relief, much warmer. It wasn't until the door slammed behind her did a light turn on. Tessa flinched back from the sudden intrusion of light, bright spots dancing across her vision. When she finally did adjust to the light she noticed that there were four people sitting in elaborately decorated chairs. Unlike the figure who brought her here, these people's faces were uncovered, and each face looked at her differently. The man closest to her right shared a striking similarity to the boy on his right; both with full heads of golden blonde hair and green eyes, but one was lean and tall while the other was a bit shorter with a significant amount of more muscle. Next to the skinnier of the two was a girl who didn't look much younger than Tessa. Her raven hair was stick straight and fell slightly passed her shoulders, and under arched eyebrows that gave her stony face a comical innocent look were dark blue eyes that gazed at her with indifference. Next to the girl was a tall man who could only be her brother. His similar hair was cut much shorter than the rest of his male companions, but his eyes, the same blue as the girls, bore into her gray ones with a fire so hot she felt as if she was burning alive. His gaze was full of a hatred she had never endured, and she wondered if he looked at everyone that way or if she had some how done something to deserve it.

The man who escorted her here remained silent, but walked across the room to place himself in the seat beside the shorter blonde man. He kept his hood up, and she noticed for the first time that while the others were dressed sharply he was wearing a hoodie and jeans. Why did he seem so set apart when he obviously belonged? "Ah Theresa, or should I say Tessa? It is what you are familiar with isn't it?" the dark haired man spoke up, his hateful eyes never wavering. Indignation flared inside of her. She felt trapped under there gazes, as if she was in a den of starved lions, and she could no longer keep silent. "It's Theresa to you," she sneered. It wasn't the most clever comeback, but she didn't want them calling her Tessa. Tessa was a name of familiarity. It was only a name the people she loved called her, and she knew no one here loved her. She wouldn't let them turn the only tie she had left to her old life into something she hated.

The hooded man chuckled under his breath at her comment, and it reverberated lightly in the stone room. The blue eyed man shot him a disapproving look, clearly not amused, and the returned his gaze to her. The hatred in his eyes flared hotter. "Tessa, Theresa it's all the same," the girl spoke up. Her voice held an elegance that Tessa envied, and she found herself irrationally hating her more. " Despite what we call you Miss Gray, I think you know why your here. We want something from you, and we intend to get it."

Tessa almost laughed out loud. She was willingly going to give them the money! Why make a big fuss about two unimportant Americans? She was sure they had many other things to worry about. Again Tessa could not stay silent, "You want the money Nate owes you! I get it. Why kidnap me if you know I'm going to comply to your demands willingly?" She exclaimed in outrage.

The girl through her head back and laughed. Tessa didn't know what she found so funny, but if they were making fun of her-"Theresa dear! Money is the least of our worries. In fact your brother isn't even with us," her laughter had been composed to a sly smirk, and Tessa wanted nothing more than to punch it right off her face. Her brother wasn't here? But the letter? "What about the letter?" She spat, "I doubt you just go around sending vague death threats to just anyone."

The tall blonde man spoke up this time. "Of course not you stupid girl. We send them out to people we want something from; to get people to bend to our will," he sneered.

They were speaking to her as if she was daft, "If it's not money than what do you want?" She asked with an eerie calm she had forgotten she possessed.

Mr. Hatred spoke up again, and as he did she caught the hooded man reclining back in his seat as if preparing for a long story. She was suddenly nervous. "Centuries ago," he started, standing up with a flourish of his black tailcoat, " A family, notorious for the enslavery of all ethnicities, controlled most of the United Kingdoms land. Of course after the wars, and the Monarchy taking over, they lost almost all of it. This family, however, now runs a large incorporation in York. They have been our rivals in business for decades, and York is the only place in all of the UK who doesn't bow to the Shadowhunters. They don't even fear us! This has proven a major problem."

Tessa wasn't following how any of this involved her, and just as she was about to voice her opinion he started up again. "I know you're probably wondering how any of this has anything to do with you. Well it's actually pretty simple, so keep up with me. The families surname is Starkweather." He paused again, looking at Tessa to gauge her reaction to the name. She continued to stare at him blankly. He huffed, obviously dissatisfied and then continued, "Recently Aloysius Starkweather, the CEO of the company has perished. His daughter, Adele Starkweather who would be the heir, had died at a young age, or so they thought. Aloysius, the sly old man, hid his darling daughter in America with a normal, unsuspecting family. She grew up the perfect little American, and then married a perfect American man, Richard Gray. Together they had a daughter." She was finally fitting the pieces together, but how was this possible? Her mother was Elizabeth Gray, previously a Moore. This wasn't true. It couldn-

"That's right Miss Gray. I see you've finally got it. Elizabeth Gray is the missing Adele, and since she is dead that makes you the rightful heir of Starkweather Inc."

Reviews:

Sarah: Jem is indeed bad to the bone. I hope this update was to your liking.

Guest: Ah, dude I hope you know who you are since you didn't leave a name. Anyways, I'M SO HAPPY I RENDERED YOU SPEECHLESS! I just hope it was from amazement and not anything else.

SilverCarstairs: OH MY GOSH YOU ROCK! Literally girl, your rambling on dragons and snakes cracked me up, but was also kinda accurate. I mean I changed the head of the cane to a snake because in TID the quest for Mortmain all started with the orboros, and I thought…huh well. I wanted Jem to come across as a little like a snake as well. Dangerous, cold blooded, sneaky, and a bit sinister. Anyways! I won't ever, EVER write about rape and/or self harm. Mainly because I do understand (not searching for pity I have just come to terms because God is an awesome God) and I think that writing about such things is awful in every sense. You don't ever have to worry about that with me, and I thank you for the continuation of your reading because your reviews rock my socks off. As to your agreement with kirawalker about Heronstairs…it'll have to be a no, and I am not sorry about it either. Not a homophobe and I don't hate them, but I have my own beliefs and to avoid conflict and controversy I avoid such topics. I hope you keep reading and reviewing! People like you make my chapters that much more enjoyable to write.

kirawalker: Sorry chick, I won't. If you want to know why, refer to the bottom of my reply to Silvercarstairs. I do hope you keep reading. :)