Clary struggled to wake up from her restless sleep. The darkness kept pulling her under, but Clary needed to get up and see Jace. She heard footsteps enter the room.

"I put an iratze on her. She should be okay." A voice murmured. Clary recognized the voice as Jace's. Suddenly, there was a bang against the wall, followed by what sounded like rocks hitting the floor. God! I am so stupid! Losing control of myself like that and now look what's happened!" Jace yelled. Clary had no clue who he was talking to. "I could have killed her…" Jace's voice had lowered. This was as close to crying Clary had ever heard him get.

"Its not your fault, Jace." It was Alec's voice. "Don't beat yourself up." Alec consoled as he glanced down at Jace's hand. Clary assumed it was bloody from hitting the rock wall of the infirmary.

"Alec. I hurt her. I can't do that." Jace said firmly. "I always and will always do everything I can to protect her, but now I have to protect her from myself. I'm not sure I can do that." Jace's voice was strained. Clary wanted so badly to leap out of bed and hug him and kiss him and tell him that everything was okay. But it was as if she was tied to the darkness.

"It takes two people to…" Alec trailed off, getting uncomfortable with where is statement was going. "I'm sure she understood the risks." Alec glanced at his watch. "Come on. Dinner should be ready soon." The two boys stood up and walked out of the room. Clary listened as their footsteps trailed towards the door, echoing around the room. As soon as the door closed, Clary was sent straight back into a complete, deep sleep, just like that. As if someone, had flipped a switch, and now she was plunging back into her sea of dreams.

…...

Clary was standing alone in a dark room. She was wearing a thin, silk nightgown with spaghetti straps, and just barely covering her rear end. It was much too close to lingerie to be anything she owned. There was a single candle illuminating a the corner opposite of her, and it was coming closer. When it was a few feet away from her, Clary realized it was a face. A very familiar face. Clary tried to scream at the sight of silver-blond hair lit up in the candlelight, but her voice was not working. A hand stuck out from behind the candle and touched Clary's shoulder and ran down her arm, giving her goose bumps. She tried to moved, but she was anchored to the spot. She thrashed around in her mind, trying to make her body move, but nothing happened. She silently screamed again.

Sebastian smiled at her and raked his eyes down her body, now close enough for her to see the candlelight illuminate his entire face. "Hello, sister. You look quite good, if I do say so myself. I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" Clary tried her best to glare at him. "Oh, come on now, no need to get angry with me. This is just how dream communications work. Or, rather, how to make them work with out you messing up my plans. Destroying my house, starting a war at my ceremony. Just to name two." He reared back and slapped her across the face. Even though it was a dream, Clary still felt searing pain and saw red dance before her eyes. She felt blood run from her nose, but she could not reach up to wipe it off so it ran into her mouth and down her shirt. She could even taste it.

"Very life-like, isn't it? I just wish you were actually here. I could have so much more fun. But no matter, you will be here soon enough. You and I will run the world, now that you have separated me from Jace." Sebastian laughed a cruel laugh. "I'll have you know I planned all of that. Your friends finding the sword and bringing it to you. I control everything, Clary, just like I did with you finding those rings. From the very begging. I have my sources. You played right into my little game. Everything you do helps me. A bit faster than I thought, but all the better. You took Jace out for me, and now I don't have to use my planned recovery time. You see, I was expecting you to go after me. The thought of you getting rid of him for me! I just wish he would have died."

Sebastian reached his hand up and stroked Clary's face, then trailed his finger to her neck, and ran it down to her collar bone, where he rested his hand. Clary tried to shake away, but she was still stuck in the dream. "You will be mine, Clary. No matter how hard you try. You are just like me; we are related after all. You can try to run away, but I will find you. You can do this the easy way or the hard way. I assure you, both will be just as fun for me. When you wake up, you will go to roof and draw your opening ruin for me. I will arrive and pick you up there. Should you choose to disobey me, I will punish you the next time I see you. But until then, I will settle on your friends. Good bye now, Clary. Be a good girl." He took his arm off and kissed her on the cheek. After that, he faded away as quickly as he had come, leaving Clary with little time to feel scared or disgusted.

Hey y'all! Sorry I haven't written in forever, I've just been really busy. I hope you like it! I have a nice plan for the rest of it :) It will go farther than I had originally thought in the summary, but thats okay, right? Just more story time. Please let me know what you think and I hope to have another chapter up much sooner than it took me to put this one up. Thanks! Mary