Hey guys! okay, I am not sure about this chapter...I seriously don't know why I'm posting it, I thought I would let you all choose whether you want me to continue this way or change the chapter completely! I have no problem re-doing it! so please leave a review or message if you want me to change it!

I want to thank everyone who followed, favourite and reviewed this story!

Tigersong19: Thank you! I was playing around with embarressing Alec and I found the 'closet referance' kinda funny! I'm glad someone else caught onto it! :D I really hated having to keep writing Clarissa! so I figured she needed a nickname! I do too, he probably would...Thank you!

Huntress3419: Thank you! :D

greygirl2358: Mine too! :D I know what you mean...It was very strange trying to make them be friends...So thats why Clary got invited to stay at the Lightwoods and not Jonathan...

.allegaint: Same! yeah I tried making them be friends, it didn't work it so I gave up on them...Thank you! :D

As soon as they got home, Father had to carry Jonathan as he was still in crippling agony.

Father placed him on the couch in the hallway (strange place for a couch Clary always thought) then ran up the stairs.

Clary ran over to Jonathan hoping to comfort him in some way. She didn't understand what was going on. She kneeled down beside him and started brushing his brown hair (they were still disguised) away from his eyes.

Her contact with his forehead made him snap open his eyes. Clary gasped. What should have been green iris's, were now black. Not just the iris. But the pupil and the whites of both eyes.

Jonathan grabbed her wrist really tight that she heard it crack. She gasped in pain, but Jonathan didn't let go.

"H-help me!" he cried.

"Jonathan you're hurting me!" whimpered Clary. She had been struggling to get her arm free, but he had an iron grip on her. Clary heard footsteps behind her, and in a flash her father was between her and Jonathan. He was trying to pry Jonathan's hand off her wrist.

He struggled for a few minutes but he eventually got her free.

"Clarissa, listen to me. I need you to create a rune. Can you do that?" asked father staring right at her. She nodded.

"I need you to create a portal." He said still staring at her.

"how will that help Jonathan?" she asked.

"Trust me." He said simply.

She nodded and closed her eyes. she immediately saw a rune forming. She opened her eyes and held her hand out for his stele. He handed it over. She walked over to the barest wall; she closed her eyes and followed the shape of the rune in her mind.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the rune. It looked like a dark flower blossoming. She saw the lines of it seemed to be melt and change, flowing gently down, unfurling, reshaping themselves. In a matter of seconds, the rune had completely changed. It was now a glowing doorway. It was shimmering blue.

She turned around to face her father who was staring at the portal with a look of astonishment.

"Clarissa, stay with your brother. I will return with help." He said walking towards the portal, seemingly unsure whether to enter or not. He then tensed up and literally jumped in.

Clarissa still had his stele. She drew an Iratze on her wrist, feeling instant relief as it had been throbbing with pain.

She walked over to Jonathan who was shaking. His eyes were still black. She wanted to cringe and run as far from him as she could, but refused. This was her brother! She wouldn't abandon him.

She sat down beside him, keeping her hands behind her, and hoping her father returned soon. She couldn't stand watching her brother endure such pain. He was whimpering, and was most likely stopping himself from screaming.

She was about to call a servant to find her father, when he came through the portal himself. And he wasn't alone.

A woman followed him. She was beautiful. She had long black hair that swished as she walked, black eyes that seemed like tunnels and pale skin which outlined her hair and eyes more. There was elegance as she walked.

"Clarissa, go up to your room." Said father, not even glancing at her.

"W-what? I want to stay with Jonathan!" she said incredulous.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll help your brother." Said the strange women smiling at her. Clary felt a chill as the women spoke. There was something about her that she didn't like…

"Clarissa Morgenstern! Go to your room!" said her father sternly.

Clary jumped but did as she was told. She walked up the stairs and could just hear her father say;

"Is there anyway to stop this?"

"No. he will turn. If you do the ceremony, It will affect your daughter too. She will lose her humanity quicker. It's too risky."

"Is there a cure for Jonathan? When he does turn?"

"I'm afraid not. There is no cure for my blood."

That perked clary's curiousity. She remembered the conversation with her father a few nights ago.

"-before Jonathan was born, I did an experiment. I gave your mother demon blood, to strengthen my unborn child.-"

So she's a demon. And it's because of her that Jonathan is in pain.I knew there was something I didn't like about her.

She wanted to listen to the rest of their conversation, but…

"Clarissa, I thought I told you to go to bed!" called her father.

"How did you know I was here?" she asked surprised.

"I didn't hear a door open or close." He replied.

'Shoot' she thought. She then heard footsteps climbing the stairs and knew she had no choice but to go to her room.

She opened her door and entered before the person climbing the stairs saw her.

She looked around her room. It looked the same as before but it wasn't as colorful as Isabelle's room.

She had plain pine floor, a white wall which she decorated. She drew images and other things on it. She had a double bed made from oak; It had turquoise colored sheets on it. There was a vanity table with a few hair ties and clips on it and an unused brush. She had a balcony that overlooked a part of the forest. She had an easel right beside it. She loved waking up and sitting on the balcony drawing. She also had a table that only consisted of paints, brushes, pencils and more arts stuff then she realized was possible of having. She had a private bathroom and a walk in closet.

She looked at a clock that was sitting on her vanity. It was already 2:30! Dinner wasn't for another few hours, and she wasn't that hungry. Both her and Isabelle had asked Maryse if she could show them how to make a sandwich. Maryse seemed to enjoy showing them. She had only eaten ¾ of her sandwich and she wasn't hungry, even after walking through the forest.

She took out her sketch pad and tried drawing Isabelle. She wasn't great at portraits, but her picture came out better than expected. She may be five, but her drawing was pretty good.

She looked over at her clock. It was 3:47.

'Ugh! This is so boring!' she thought. She flopped on her bed, when she saw something in her boot. She took out her father's stele. She had forgotten to return it to her father!

She wondered what to do with it. She could always turn herself invisible and sneak downstairs to her father, brother and that woman; but she would be caught if the rune wore off. Or if her father came up to her room to find her missing.

She could sneak down to the gym and train. Her father wouldn't mind as long as she didn't set up equipment.

She changed out of her casual clothes and into training gear. She was tying up her hair when she heard a knock at her door.

"Come in!" she called.

Her father entered. His eyes seemed glassy and red. She stood up quickly.

"Where's Jonathan?" she asked worried.

"I…he…" he let out a breath. "Jonathan is gone." He said looking at her with tears in his eyes.

She tensed up. NO! he couldn't be dead! He was sick! Or changing or something, but he couldn't be dead!

"B-but you…SHE SAID SHE WOULD HELP HIM!" she screeched not able to comprehend what was happening. She picked up he hairbrush and threw it at her balcony window. She just needed to let out her frustration.

The force of the brush made a big hole in the window. Clary was about to run over and start kicking the rest of the glass when her father caught her, spun her around and hugged her. She punched his back as hard as she could trying to get him to let her go, but she tired herself out and started sobbing into his shoulder.

How could this be happening? There was no way her brother had died.

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I watched Clarissa look at me with disbelief. She didn't dare believe me, until she picked up her hairbrush and threw it at her balcony window.

He saw the force of it make a huge gaping hole in it. He also saw Clary start to run towards the window. He grabbed her before she hurt herself. He spun her around and hugged her. Letting her take her anger out on him till she broke down crying.

Telling her that her brother died was the worst things he could have done. He hated watching her eyes tear up. He hated watching her wanting to release her anger. He hated watching her believe his lie.

Please don't hate me! I have a reason for writing it! But I'm not happy with it! I was actually crying at the end! so please leave a review or PM me if you want me to re-do this chapter! I have no problem what so ever re-doing it!

I honestly don't know where the idea came from, I thought I'd go with it and let you guys decide if I should stay with it or not!

Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448