Holy cow where did all you people come from!

Here is the next chapter, ill try my best to post as frequently as possible, but thank you for taking time to read this story! You have no idea how much that means to me, any way hope you like this chapter and tell me what you think!

"Clary!" Jace shouted while he ran after Jonathan. He had her draped over his shoulder and she was doing her best to fight against him, but with no luck. And then they were gone, through a portal where he could not follow. He lost her...Again.

"Clary!"

Isabel snapped to attention and spun around looking for the source of Jace's voice. Alec was also on his feet, but spotted his parabita faster than she did and followed his quick strides to a carnival tent not far away. As soon as Isabel saw Jace- his face looked like that of a wounded animal- his fist clenched in fist she knew something was wrong.

"Jonathan...he took Clary." Jace revealed to the other two shadow hunters. "We take one day off and we walk right into a trap." Jace's anger caused the Heavenly fire burning with him to singe his leather jacket, smoke rising off of him like a cartoon character.

"Jace we will find her." Isabel stated trying her best to settle Jace as best as she could, but he too far gone by now.

"That's what we have been saying about Jonathan this whole time, and now.." Jace's voice choked off and his anger wavered slightly, showing off how scarred for Clary he really was. "If something happens to her before we can find Clary...i will never forgive myself." Jace's voice sounded hollow, hollow and dead.

"Clary is strong, and Jonathan won't kill her." Alec reminded Jace bringing up his arm and placing it on Jace's shoulder. Isabel grimaced internally when she heard her brother's hand sizzle on Jace's jacket, as if she could feel the pain herself. He pulled away after a moment, his hand red and starting to blister, but gave a half smile anyway. Jace was not convinced.

"We need to go back to the institute now, and Alec…" Jace paused for a moment thinking whether or not he should finish his sentence, but in the end continued with "Alec I need you to call Magnus tell him to meet us at the institute. If we're going to get her back, we are going to need all the help we can get."

Alec sucked in air, as if he had gotten punched in the stomach, and his eyes flickered over to Isabel. This is going to be interesting.

"Alright, I'll do it, but once Clary gets back, you owe me one Jace Way- Herondale." He too had not gotten used to saying Jace's true last name.

Clary's mind was spinning, even in the darkness of her mind she felt uneasy, but unsure of why. Then it all started coming back. Coney Island, Jace and the carnival game, and...her brother. He had hit her over the head as soon as he dropped her on the other side of the portal, she didn't even get a chance to look at where he had taken her.

Clary shot up, her eyes opening wide and then got hit with a sudden nausea. She hunched over, but lifted her eyes to observe her surroundings. She was sitting in a four poster bed with violet, silk, sheets that enveloped her like water over a sandy beach. The room itself was darkened- the only light source coming from a window that was partially blinded from the rising sun. In one corner was a large wardrobe just like the one from the house Jonathan had before, and in another corner was a easel, paints- and not the crappy store paints but the really high quality ones she could only work with on special occasions- a multitude of brushes and a sketch pad and pencils.

Clary slid her feet from under the covers, and they reluctantly touched the cooled wooden floor. A shiver went up her spin, but she continued to walk towards the corner of the room that held the brand new art supplies. She noticed while walking she was only wearing a small slip that only hit mid thigh- the thought that her brother changed her into this was mortifying- and she searched for a robe or something so she wouldn't feel so naked. No luck.

Never the less she reached for the sketch pad and a newly sharpened pencil and opened it to the first page. There was an inscription from Jonathan on the back of the front cover.

Clary

This is a small gift for you, and a hope that we can start on the right foot this time.

your brother, Jonathan

Clary wanted to scream, stomp her foot on the ground, or rip the sketch pad to pieces, but she did none of these things. The sketchbook found itself on the purple bedspread, the pencil nearby and Clary sank down next to them. In her experience Jonathan didn't take well to being rejected, and if she was going to get out of this hell hole she needed to think first.

Just then a knock was as the door, and Jonathan appeared, his shadow casting an eerie darkness to the already dusk like room. His face was contorted into an unnatural smile, making Clary's skin crawl, and he stepped inside.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Jonathan stated. "I see you found my gift."

"Don't call me that. Ever." Clary snapped, then while trying to smooth over what she said. "Year...Thanks for this." Clary continued holding up the sketch pad. "It was...nice."

"Anything for my little sister." Jonathan's smile was making Clary uneasy, but she did her best to suppress the bile slowly rising in her throat and gather any information she could to liberate herself from where ever she was.

"Where am I?" Jonathan's smile evaporated from his face. Much better.

"I think that might be pushing too much too fast." Jonathan stated with the coolness she was used to seeing on her brother's face.

"Can't blame me for trying." Clary sighed. "I suppose asking to leave would be in the same category?" Jonathan nodded his head. "Well how about something to eat."

"Now we're getting somewhere." Jonathan smile that creepy twisted smile again, and suddenly Clary really didn't have an appetite. "Follow me."

Reluctantly Clary followed Jonathan out of her room and down an older looking hallway that had suits of armor every few meters and gas lamps lighting the way. Clary was reminded of a medieval castle by the way things looked in this hallway, and she wondered how on earth she was going to figure out where she was if there was nothing that even looked like it belonged in this century to go off of. Hopelessness was starting to take hold in Clary's mind, but she did her best to push it away, when she heard a strange noise coming from behind a large wooden door.

It sounded like the cogs of a clock, but more mechanical.

whoorel-click, whoorel-click.

"Just a project I have been working on." Jonathan stated not turning around as he walked away from the door. "You will see it soon enough."