Hi guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but school's been such a bitch lately, and I've been trying to keep my grades up so I don't lose my permit xD BUT ANYWAYS, this is sort of a sucky chapter...sorry x.x I love you guys, so feel free to comment ways I can make this chapter better! Because I think it sucks xD ENJOY

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"By the Ang-Who the hell turned out the lights?" yelled Jace as he scrambled around the darkness. His hand finally found the light switch and he was about to flip it on when a hand grabbed him and yanked him down a dark hallway. He heard another set of footsteps and Clary's familiar voice as well as Laurel's; he relaxed at the sound.

There was a bright almost purplish light which he quickly recognized as a portal. A pair of hands shoved him forward and he went tumbling into weightlessness, a familiar feeling although he still wasn't used to floating in nothing. When he landed in front of the Institute, he breathed a sigh of relief although tensed when he saw two cloaked figures standing in front of him. Something hit his back and he went sprawling on to the pavement, forgetting about the two figures and instead focusing on the person lying on top of him: Laurel.

Her face flushed and she scrambled to her feet, swaying in her spot for a second before she straightened out. "Damn headache, that's for sure," she muttered as she rubbed the back of her head, her hair damp with blood.

"Careful Laurel," said a soft, delicate voice. And, as Jace stood up, he saw it belonged to some sort of warlock girl. She had extremely long, curly, dark hair and milky skin that reminded him of Clary's. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, and she was curvy; something Isabelle might have envied. There was another woman with her too. She had short, caramel hair, and grey eyes, with slightly darker skin than her companion's. Her searched for their mark-their warlock mark-and found it in the form of cat tails that seemed to come from their backs. "I'm Clara," said the dark-haired girl, before she gestured to the person next to her, "and this is Gwen."

Jace arched an eyebrow but nodded his head. "I'm guessing you're the ones who got us out of there?"

Clara nodded herself, her dark brown tail swaying back and forth. "Yes, that was us." She tilted her head. "Jonathan Morgenstern."

Jace fought the urge to wince. He still hadn't gotten used to hearing people call him that. "Just Jace."

Gwen sighed. "Please, Clara, we need to take them back to Bane," she said, her grey eyes shifting nervously.

Clara waved her hand. "Fucking Bane...has to have other people do his work for him," she muttered as she began walking out of the alleyway.

"Why does Magnus Bane want us?" Jace asked, as Clary and Laurel walked behind him.

"Seriously? You don't know?" Gwen asked, glancing back at them over her shoulder. "To see Laurel, obviously."

Jace stopped and turned to look at Laurel, who had gone a ghostly pale color-he wasn't sure if that was from her injuries, or what that Gwen girl had just said.

"M-me? But...but why?" she asked, looking at the two warlocks as if they would explain everything. Although Jace knew they wouldn't.

Both of the warlocks shrugged. "He wouldn't say." And that was all they said until they reached Magnus's apartment. Gwen knocked on the door, her left hand resting on her hip as if she couldn't bother waiting for more than five seconds.

Finally, the cat-eyed warlock tugged the door open, nodding towards Gwen and Clara who walked down the steps before they disappeared around the corner of the building. "Come in," he said, holding the door open for the trio. Clary sat in a chair in the far corner of the room, Laurel sat on the couch, and Jace stood by the door, his arms folded over his chest. Magnus arched an eyebrow, as if he could sense the tension between the three people in his living room.

Sighing, he grabbed an amulet from his pocket and walked over to Laurel, holding it out to her. It was round and gold, with a giant emerald in the middle. "Take it, Laurel, I need to see something."

"What is that?" Jace asked, eyeing the piece of jewelry.

"A warlock thing, Pretty Boy."

"You think I'm pretty?"

Magnus snorted as he pushed his hand out towards Laurel again.

She took it from his hand, and immediately, her whole body tensed. Her eyes turned golden, and her mouth opened in what appeared to be a silent scream that even made him feel a little uneasy. Clary looked terrified. Or horrified. He couldn't really tell.

Laurel suddenly dropped the amulet and blinked. Magnus looked down at her, his eyes narrowed. "What did you see?" he asked, and she drew in a sharp breath.

"I...I saw my father. He was...he was whipping me. I started to cry and he got angry. He asked me why I wasn't turning into Jonathan." She looked up at Magnus, her brown orbs big.

Jace felt sick to his stomach; Valentine had whipped her? Sadly, it didn't surprise him. Especially after what Clary and he had gone through.

"You can recall memories...see memories?" he asked, and she nodded her head.

Clary tilted her head slightly. "You can see visions?"

Laurel shrugged. "I guess so."

"Can other people see them?" Magnus asked her.

"Jace saw one. But that was the first time another person had seen it. I also saw a dream he'd had."

Clary and Magnus both looked at Jace. "How did you see it?"

Jace shrugged his shoulders. "It just happened. It's not like I said, 'Oh hey Laurel, mind if I peek in your head for a little bit?'"

Clary rolled her eyes.

Magnus looked back at Clary. "Was Valentine talking about Jace?"

"I don't know, he just said Jonathan. So, I guess so."

"What happened to your mother?" Jace asked. Why hadn't she ever mentioned a mother before?

"Valentine never said anything about her."

"Did she die?"

"I don't know."

"Did she abandon you?"

"I don't know."

"Did she leave the Clave?"

"I. Don't. Know."

"You don't even look like Valentine," Clary said, tilting her head as she studied Laurel, almost the way she would study her drawings, Jace realized.

Laurel shrugged. She did that a lot, Jace thought. "He says I look like my mother," she explained.

"This just doesn't make sense at all. How could Valentine have a third child?" Jace wondered aloud.

"Maybe he doesn't," Magnus said quietly.

"But...Laurel is sitting right there, telling us that Valentine is the one who raised her. She calls him her father!" Jace exclaimed, throwing his hand out towards Laurel.

"Laurel, tell me this, what is your earliest memory of Valentine?" Magnus looked at Laurel with expectant eyes.

Laurel shrunk back in the couch. "Six."

"Excuse me?"

"I was six. That's the earliest memory I have. I was standing on the beach and he came and got me. Told me not to run away again. That's it," she said quietly.

Magnus turned towards Jace and Clary. "She lost her memory. At least, everything before the age of eight. Which, in all honesty, makes absolutely no sense at all."

"Well then...maybe she's not his daughter. I mean, isn't it sort of strange that she loses her memory right before Valentine finds her?" Jace asked, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm right here you know," Laurel muttered, and Magnus waved his hand as if to silence her.

"I suppose that's true," he said thoughtfully. "Laurel where did he keep you? Where did you stay?"

"The Wayland Manor."

Jace shook his head. "Impossible, I lived there until I was seven. I would've known if there was another child in the house."

"Maybe not," Magnus argued, and Jace dragged his hand down his face.

"Well, how could I have not known?"

"Laurel, where did Valentine have you stay?" Magnus asked.

"A dungeon on some days. Other time, when he left to go out to the woods, I would get to go upstairs," she replied.

"When Valentine took me out of the house, that's when Laurel got her food, clothes…" Jace shook his head. "Unbelievable."

"A web of lies, perfectly placed together by Valentine. The only part that still doesn't make sense, is how Valentine had another child when he was so hopelessly devoted to Jocelyn," Magnus muttered, and Clary nodded. "Valentine's insane, but from the way he spoke of my Mom...I doubt he would ever have a child with anyone else."

"She doesn't look like Valentine, he never told her about her mother...this seems so-"

Two quick knocks on the door interrupted Magnus. The warlock walked over to the door, and pulled it open, and Jace was expecting Gwen or Clara, but instead he saw the last person he expected to see.

It was Isaac.

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