Sorrry this chapter is long overdue. It has some mistakes in it and for that I apologize I have people at my house and I wrote it in like an hour. I hope you guys enjoy I will try and update again on Friday with a longer and better chapter. This chapter was kind of weird to write though because I needed Clary to breakdown and admit some of her problems and some of the things that she has done and been through so it is what it is I hope you guys enjoy it and review because all your reviews make my day better and I love reading what you guys think :)

"I do not believe so. Why would I be?" I asked.

"Well because Valentine is a murdering psychopath who is has made first place under the Claves most wanted list. He's crazy. Really Clary everybody knows who he is. He's like the guy from Harry Potter with the oversized clothing, too much surgery on the nose, and nails need a mani asp.…"

"That's Voldermort Izzy," Magnus interjected.

"I heard that he killed his wife-"

"The demons killed her!" I stated loudly.

"What rock have you been living under darling," Magnus said pretending to twirl a nonexistent moustache.

"Regardless of the rock," Jace said, "He also killed his only son, good riddance though if you ask me, he was going to be a murderer just like his father."

I shot up from the table; this was all too much for me, "He didn't kill him!"

"Yes he did!" Izzy countered shocked at my sudden outburst.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Well if he didn't who did?" Alec asked quietly.

"I did," the worlds came out of my mouth through clenched teeth making the words sound animalistic-dangerous.

"Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa."

"Clary he died when he was eleven, that would have made you what eight," Jace stated, confusion and disbelief coloring his eyes.

"I just turned ten. I was ten when I killed him. I didn't mean to do it but I did. I killed him." My eyes were cast downward due to the shame and guilt I felt. I could feel them clouding with moisture but refused to let the water fall. "I will not cry" I chanted to myself.

"Clary what-how did this happen?" Magnus looked just as confused.

"I stabbed him," I trying to keep the quiver out of my voice. Looking up at them into their eyes I repeated, "I. Stabbed. Him."

"He was just a child Clary, you were just a child why did you stab him?"

"I just wanted to survive. I wasn't thinking. We were fighting really fighting, and then I reached for something to hit him with. I swear I didn't mean to kill him but I did. There was a knife next to me and I don't even remember stabbing him it happened so fast."

"I'm dangerous. When I'm fighting all I see is red and all I know how to do is survive and kill. It's all I'm good at. I'm not safe to be around. You don't know what I have done." The last sentence I whispered my voice sounded borderline hysterical and the tears that I desperately tried to hold back were falling freely.

Embarrassed and guilty I ran out of the room and sprinted towards my room, just as I heard my phone ring. Answering without looking to see who it was I let out a sharp, "What."

"Yo Tatiana this you?"

"Yes," I said simply. I recognized the voice as an Erlkonig Fae who worked at a night club called Tarvan, it was popular for downworlders. Hearing from the fae sent a little chill through me though because they only tend to talk to people who are going to die soon.

"We may have a little bit of a problem here, rogue vampires a ton of them."

"Isn't your club filled with magical beings and werewolves that could take them down?"

"One werewolf was killed trying, and the rest kind of cleared out after that. I left but somebody has to take care of them and I was told that you're the best."

"I'll call you when I'm done then," I said already gathering my stakes and putting some ruines on me.

"Wait Tatiana this…this is a suicide mission."

I paused, "Is this certain, or is it just a comment saying that this is really dangerous?"

"Nothing is ever certain," with that he hung up and I dressed myself in my shadowhunter gear and grabbed all my buffy supplies and left.

Magnus: I think I'm going to get a mustache.

Alec: No you won't!

Magnus: But I like twirling and twirling a mustache would make me look so mysterious and dangerous with an air of sophistication.

Alec: You try growing a mustache and I will never wear glitter again.

Magnus: I see a loop whole though why grow when I can zap.

Alec: NO I'll make Izzy cook for a whole week for you.

Magnus: You're no fun :(

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