A/N: Another update. But I do have another story going so there might be some time between later updates.

Chapter 2

~Clary~

"This is our place?" Sebastian asked. I almost laughed at his incredulous expression, but the look on my mom's face stopped me. Sebastian looked apologetic, but didn't take what he'd said back.

Before Sebastian could take my bags, I grabbed my pack and headed towards the apartment. I could tell by Sebastian's scowl that he wasn't pleased by this, but he grabbed his own stuff and followed me. We headed in after mom unlocked it and we trudged up the stairs. Sebastian and I were not feeling extremely energetic, but plastered a smile on our faces.

Mom unlocked our apartment door and Sebastian and I immediately looked for the bedrooms. We found 4 and examined all of them.

"Want to take the connecting?" he asked. I frowned at him and said,

"No, mom will want that one for her art." He nodded and chose the bedroom on the right, while I chose the bedroom on the left. We helped our mom bring the rest of the bags in and then the movers arrived. While the movers took everything into the apartment, Sebastian and I played loud music and unpacked. At first, it was sad, but after a while, we gave up being sad.

It took us until 11 o'clock to fully unpack and by that time, all of us were exhausted and starving.

"Do you guys want some pizza delivered?" mom asked. Sebastian looked at me and shrugged. I shrugged back and told mom,

"Pepperoni?" My brother quickly added,

"And Italian sausage." Mom nodded and went to go order. Before she dialed, she called to Sebastian and me,

"You'll go to school tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah," we answered in unison. Sebastian hesitated, then asked mom,

"Should Clary go?"

"Why wouldn't she?" mom countered.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," I snapped to Sebastian. "And lighten up. I can make my own decisions and am perfectly able to speak for myself." He frowned but headed to his room, propping the door open. I slammed my door and stalked over to my sketchbook and pencils.

I laid belly-down on my bed and began to think. A few seconds later, my pencil began to move as I started to draw.

I was interrupted when mom knocked on my door and asked,

"Can I enter?"

"Sure," I answered and mom came in and sat on my bed. She looked at my drawing. I bit my lip nervously. Would she like it? Of course, mom usually liked them. Still, I worried.

"It's good," she commented. Mom stood up and said briskly, "Pizza's here." I looked at my drawing and then raced out of my room. If Sebastian got to the pizza before I did, then there would be nothing left.

The drawing of a blonde haired angel fell to the floor.

~Valentine~

"Are they all settled in?" I asked Luke. We were talking on secure cell phones that no government agent or official could ever hope to break into. I was that good and that smart.

"Yes, sir," he answered. "What would you like me to do now?"

"Keep an eye on them. Let Jocelyn know you're there, but don't do anything. Keep her off guard. Befriend her," I ordered.

"Yes, sir." With that, we both hung up. Once again, I looked at my picture of Clarissa and Sebastian. They were both young adults now. That was too bad, yet it couldn't be changed. If I had made my move sooner, they would have been more impressionable. And I couldn't anyway. Clarissa had that-

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes?" I called impatiently and the door opened a crack. A timid looking man appeared in the doorway. He was Hodge, my assistant.

"Th-their s-school p-papers are h-here, m-my l-lord," Hodge stammered. Quickly he came in and set the papers down on my desk, then shuffled out. I curled my lip at his incompetence, and then grabbed the papers he had brought me and gently placed them in a manila folder.

Everything was perfect.