Hi guys. And girls. I started high school! We have a lot more homework, so I was trying to adjust to my new timetable and all the homework and new classes. And then my dad broke my finger by accident whilaboutas doing martial arts with him. By the way, I am not making clary and sebastian have sex and blah blah, because 1. I'm too young for that stuff, and 2. I don't like incest. And no there isn't any CoHF spoilers. I just got my cast off, so I can finally write and type again.

I have tried to make this as long as I can.

CHAPTER 22:

ISABELLE'S POV

Isabelle, Alec and Simon had been waiting for Jace and Clary to come back for three hours now.

After the light had faded, and most of the demons had suddenly jut exploded, the Shadowhunters had defeated the rest of the demons and gone back to the Hall of Accords in celebration. Or for some; to mourn their dead loved ones.

But Isabelle didn't feel like celebrating.

She felt angry and frustrated all because Magnus Bloody Bane wouldn't open the Portal again to where Clary went. Alec had argued with her that Magnus was drained of power, and he needed time to recover.

She'd whinged and whined about not being able to help Clary to Simon and Alec, but Alec wasn't listening.

She felt useless just standing in the Hall, and not by Clary and Jace's sides.

"Alec, check your parabatai connection again!" Izzy demanded, as she paced back and forth across the marble tiles.

"Could you please stop pacing? I'm getting dizzy," Simon groaned.

Alec also opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a really loud rumble echoing through the Hall of Accords.

The whole Hall went quiet when suddenly a blue Portal appeared, and a figure fell through.

Isabelle and Alec both recognised the golden blond hair instantly, and they both ran towards him.

Isabelle halted when the Portal closed, and Clary didn't appear behind him.

She felt her knees wobble as she saw the look in Jace's face.

She died. She saved him and she died.

Jace must of seen the look on her face because he quickly shook his head.

Izzy let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.

"Where is Clary?" Simon demanded.

Simon looked paler than normal, the veins under his skin standing out. And his eyes were wide and worried.

"Sebastian has her," Jace told them.

"That son of a-" Isabelle began.

"That golden light you probably saw was Raziel. Raziel made sure Sebastian won't harm her and any of us. But he also made Clary stay with Sebastian so she can burn out the demon part of him out," Jace interrupted.

Isabelle felt very angry.

"Why the hell did he want Clary to stay withSabastian!" Izzy snapped.

"Because she's the only one that can bring out "the good in him'," Jace repeated tiredly.

Both Alec and Isabelle raised one eyebrow incredulously.

CLARY'S POV:

As soon as Clary's feet touched the ground, Clary wrenched her arm out of her brother's grip.

They were in what looked like an apartment.

There was an L-shaped leather couch in front of her, and a glass table in front of the couch.

As soon as Sebastian had let go of Clary's arm he turned his back on her and stalked into another room next to another room next to the sitting room.

Clary looked around her, wondering what to do.

As she was looking around her, she realized that she was standing beside a 62 inch flat screen tv. And dor a moment she forgot she was now going to live with her half demon, psycho, murdering brother, and instead was overcome with excitement as she rushed towards the tv to get the remote.

Jocelyn had never been able to afford a flat screen television, no scratch that. She'd never been able to afford a 62 inch flat screen tv.

She grinned as she flicked through all her favourite channels.

She heard a loud hiss above the volume coming from the kitchen. It was as if someone was pouring alchohol on a severe wound and it stung like hell.

She considered not going in to the kitchen, but changed her mind.

She put the remote down on the table and reluctantly walked through the kitchen door.

She couldn't help but gasp as she saw Sebastian with his bare back facing her, stele in hand, trying to draw an Iratze on his shoulder.

A red line, from his left shoulder to the right side of his wast, along with other, older scars, crisscrossed his back.

She remembered lashing her whip across his back, and how he'd cried out in agony.

Now she knew why.

Part of her didn't want to care after he'd whipped her wih an ellectrum whip across the back three or four times. But she realized he had at least twenty lashings crisscrossing his back.

"Like what you see? If you take a picture it will last longer," he said sarcastically.

She didn't answer. Instead she pulled out her stele and set it onto his scarred back.

When she finished drawing the iratze, she put her stele in her weapons belt, and leaned against the counter.

He shrugged on a cleaner shirt, and put on a black leather jacket thst had been lying on a wooden chair.

"Who did that to you?" Clary asked.

"Who do you think did it? Our father!" Sebastian snapped.

She looked down at the ground.

Sebastian leaned against the counter across from her.

"I was eleven when I got my first whipping. Valentine would leave to see Jace for days at a time. He warned me every time before he'd go that i am never to leave the cottage. But I started to get curious about the woods so after he had left , I went outside of my boundaries to explore. I'd brought a seraph blade with me. I went too far into the forest, and got lost... I wandered around for hours trying to the woods. He was furious. He hit for a good ten minutes, then he brought me back to the cottage on his horse, and whipped me," Sebastian told her.

Her eyes were wide. She was shocked.

"That's cruel. What type of father would hurt his own child?" Clary said after a few minutes.

Sebastian slowly smiled, though his eyes were cold and distant.

"Your room is upstairs at the last door on the left," he told her.

She hesitated, but when he shot her a look she quickly left the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

Her room was gorgeous!

There was a walk in wardrobe, a desk for her art supplies, and a double bed with soft, plump pillows with a matress that would melt into the shape of her body.

Thera was a dresser with a television at the corner of the room, and bookshelves, and a built in seats beside the window.

She sat down at the window and looked out.

All she could see was a dark forest and a sparkling pool illuminating the moonlight and its reflection on the water.

She wondered if Jace was alright, or Alec or Simon or Izzy.

Without realizing it, she'd pulled out her cell phone and dialed Jace on speed dial, pressing the phone to her ear.

No signal.

She sighed irratiblyand threw the phone on the bed. It bounced off the duvet and clattered to the floor.

"What did that phone ever do to you?" Sebastian's smug voice said, nearly making her jump out of her skin.

"There's no signal on it!" Clary snapped.

"I cancelled the signals on our cell phones so you couldn't call your friends and blab to them about where I am," Sebastian said, his signature smirk creeping onto his face.

Anger swelled up inside Clary.

She could feel her cheeks going as red as her hair.

She stalked over to him and pushed him. Hard.

"Why?! So I'm cut off from the rest of the world?! So I can't tell my friends where we are?! In fact, I don't know where we are! You heard Raziel! I can't leave you! I'm trapped here!" Clary yelled, slamming her fists against his chest.

He didn't move. Didn't flinch. Which made her even angrier.

She shoved him once more, then burst into angry tears.

She wished she could have a real brother. One that wasn't half demon. One that would protect her.

"Get out," she whispered.

He stepped out of her room and grabbed the door handle.

He hesitated. "You know, there is a Rune to send fire messages," he told her, before closing her door.

She pulled the duvet over her head and cried.