-Hey everyone, as I was going back and looking at my writings, I realized that the thing I was doing to show a change in P.O.V didn't show up… So sorry about that, I'll see if I can go back and fix it. Also, I will most likely be posting a chapter a day, maybe two if I have time. Thanks for the support x-

Chapter Four

Forsake

Clary sat on her bed, furious. Jonathan wanted to control her, make her do what he said. Yeah, right Clary thought. She looked back at the note he had left for her, along with the clothes.

Clary,

Since I'm so generous, I've brought you some clothes. Also here are some instructions of how to get to the dining hall. Mind you, any attempts of escape would be really stupid, so don't even try.

To Dining Hall:

Go left at hallway, then right on the next. Go down stairs. You'll be in living room/kitchen area.

The clothes he left consisted of mostly short dresses, lace, and other provocative things that would put Clary far out of her comfort zone. She had picked out the least showy outfit. Of course, she had looked around for ways to escape: unlocked doors, windows without bars, a stele. When she couldn't find anything, she had finally went downstairs.

Clary went through the clothes again, trying to find other outfits that wouldn't make her look like a hooker. She found a few decent ones, and she set them on the end of her bed. She threw the rest of them under her bed.

Everything was so bare in her room. She had no pencils to draw or write with, no window to look out of, and nothing to do except mope around. God, Clary missed Jace with all of her heart. He always made her life interesting and Clary realized that being without him was like something was missing from her. Suddenly, Jonathan came into her room.

She scowled at him as he came closer to her.

"What do you want?"

He smirked and sat on her bed. Clary inched away from him.

"I want to know what you would like for dinner. Since you haven't made me really angry, I decided to be nice," Jonathan said. This was strange. Since when was he kind to Clary?

"I can't eat, looking at you makes me lose my appetite," she said.

"Oh dear Clary, when will you learn?" He leaned closer to her. She tried to move away, but he held her in place. A sense of panic began to rise in Clary. She found her strength and pushed him away.

"Get out," Clary said. She tried to sound forceful.

"Tsk, tsk, my rules Fray," Jonathan's voice was hard and she knew he was starting to get mad. He was so bipolar, nice one moment then a maniac the next. What happened then, went so quick. Jonathan leaned into her and pressed his lips on hers. Clary gasped, and punched him in the stomach. It was like a bomb had been set off. Jonathan pushed her hard against the headboard and hit her head on the corner of it. She cried out then kicked Jonathan so that he flew against the door. His demon-abilities kicked in and he was behind Clary in a second, holding both of her wrists so she couldn't fight back. Her head felt like it was on fire and the roar of her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

"When will you ever learn, Fray," he said, his mouth right next to her ear, "I always win."

With that being said he left her on the floor, clutching the cut on the back of her forehead. Spots began to form in Clary's eyes, and soon the world turned black.

Jace, Isabelle, Simon, Alec and Magnus arrived at the address. The house was old and falling apart. Jace looked the building over then headed inside, the others following.

The interior of the house was as creepy and unstable as the outside. Beams were cracked and the main staircase had partly collapsed. The worst thing by far, was the red stains on the floor and carpet.

"Blood," Simon said. Everyone took his word for it, since he was a vampire.

"Do you know who's?" Jace asked urgently.

Simon was silent for a moment, "Clary's," he said in a low voice. Jace felt like punching something. Jonathan had hurt his love.

"Judging by the state of the area where the blood is, the two fought. There are slashes in the carpet and table where a knife or sword would have hit," Magnus said, observing the scene. Isabelle nodded and walked toward the table. She plucked something off of it then observed it in the light.

"Hair… Looks pale blonde. Jonathan's?" she asked hopefully.

"Probably," Alec said. He turned towards Magnus, his expression unreadable. "Could you… try another tracking spell with this?" he asked.

"Sure. It'll cost you guys of course," he replied.

"We're willing to pay, Magnus. It's Clary we're talking about," Jace said. His eyes flicked around the room, looking for more evidence.

"Of course," Magnus said, putting the strand of hair into a bag. He placed the bag in his zebra patterned jacket. Jace noticed how he casted glances at Alec whenever he wasn't looking.

After a little bit more searching, the crew headed back to the Institute, dropping Magnus off at his house. Once they returned, Jocelyn and Luke swarmed them.

"Did you find anything?" Jocelyn asked as soon as they came in.

"A strand of hair from Jonathan… Blood stains from Clary," Isabelle replied. Jocelyn's face paled.

"What do you mean 'Blood stains from Clary?'" she asked urgently.

"The two fought. From the looks of the place, it was quite a fight," Jace said. He was kind of proud of Clary for fighting Jonathan. He hoped she had gotten in some good punches.

Luke put his arm around Jocelyn, "Any clues about her whereabouts?" he asked.

"Not yet, but Magnus is going to try a tracking spell again," Simon said.

Jocelyn nodded, and slowly the group dispersed. Simon and Izzy went to bed as well as Alec, Jocelyn, and Luke. Jace, however, couldn't sleep. He stayed up and stared at his plain walls, memories of Clary running through his mind.

Oh Clary, he thought, Where are you?

Sebastian's plan was simple enough. Treat Clary like she was a disobedient pet. Treat and praise her when she did something right and punish her when she misbehaved. Last he saw of her, she was on the floor trying to stop her head from bleeding. Sebastian thought it served her right to get what she deserved. Still, he felt like he needed to help her out. When he peeked inside her room she was out cold. He picked her up, and brought her to a different bedroom. There was a bathroom inside, and he wrapped up her head wound and gave her a bath. Once he was done with that, he dressed her in a light nightgown and set her on the bed. Hopefully when she woke up, she would be thankful and treat him nicely.

He ran his fingers through her bright hair, then left her room. He would have to wait until tomorrow to see if his plan was working. Jonathan knew it would take time for his plan to be fully executed. Still, he couldn't wait until the day Clary would be his. On that happy thought, Jonathan drifted to sleep.

End Of Chapter Four