Hello everyone! So sorry for the wait! I'm going through some personal issues and didn't want to ruin this story because of my mood, but I swear I'm not giving up on this story! EVER! And also I'm currently working on like eight stories…Don't recommend this!
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Clary POV
Clary stared at Jace blankly. What was she suppose to do? She wasn't going to deny her name and he probably wouldn't believe her…
But why was he angry?
Jace didn't seem satisfied with her silence because after glaring at her for a moment, he stormed out.
Isabelle was the first to break the awkward silence that soon followed. "What just happened?"
"I have no idea." Maryse said in a defeated tone. "I better go talk to him before he-"
"I should go." Clary cut her off as she strode towards the door. "He's mad at me and I have a few questions to ask." Clary said the last part quietly.
As she left the library, Church was nowhere in sight so Clary decided to draw a locating rune on her wrist as she walked to wards the elevator. As soon as the rune was finished, Clary instantly knew where to go.
She ditched the elevator idea as it was already moving. She ran to the staircase she remembered passing earlier.
She began jumping over the rails and landing lightly on her feet like her father thought her till she was at the right floor level. She then put on a burst of speed as she ran towards the big doors at the entrance of the institute.
Just as she entered the foyer, she caught sight of the golden head boy right before the door closed.
Clary ran to the door, threw it open and saw Jace at the bottom of the steps.
"Jace!" she called out.
Jace's head twitched but he didn't turn around.
"Ja-" Clary stepped forward, but she didn't notice the steps. Her foot met empty air as he body began to become a victim of gravity and she began to fall.
She refused to scream, but she did shut her eyes. She was mentally preparing herself for the pain of the fall when two hands caught her arms.
Clary gasped as her back hit against something solid. She felt something breathing heavily in her left ear. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her left.
Jace had caught her and she was leaning against his chest. She tried to stand but he wouldn't let her.
"Are you okay?" He asked her. The anger from earlier seemed to have evaporated and was now replaced with concern for her.
"Um yeah." Clary could feel her cheeks heat up. Jace still didn't release her and she didn't want to be released-Woah, where did that come from? "Can we talk?"
Jace's expression flickered but she couldn't tell what emotion he had as it was gone too fast. He now had the expression of a blank statue. "Sure." He said with no emotion and released her and stepped back.
He sat down on the steps and Clary ignored the sense of sadness she felt as he refused to look at her as she sat next to him.
"So you know my name…" Jace nodded in answer. It was a stupid thing to start with but Clary didn't know what else to say. "You don't seem happy about it." That was an understatement.
He looked at her incredulous. "why would I be happy about it? It's not my name."
"Well why are you so annoyed?" Clary frowned at him.
"Because everyone kept it from me! I thought they kept it from me because they thought I would mock you or something. I didn't think you would be the daughter or a villain."
Clary stared at him. Her emotions were running wild till she felt one specific emotion boiling within. Anger.
"Excuse me? Are you calling my father a villain?!" She said in at a normal volume but her tone was dangerous.
"What do you call someone who plans a revolt?" Jace challenged her.
"My father never planned a revolt against anyone!"
"Yes, he did. Fourteen years ago. He had a whole group take on the clave and a werewolf pack saved the clave from being taken over."
Clary stared at him stunned. She refused to believe him…but why would he lie?
"No, he tried to tell the clave his views and they ridiculed him and set werewolfs on him…" Clary began to lose faith in what her father told her all her life.
It made no sense to her now. Why would the clave set a whole pack of werewolves on one person? Jace said a whole group went to take on the clave. His story made more sense- NO! She couldn't begin to doubt her father. Everything he taught and told her would then be a lie and she couldn't handle it.
"Clary…" Jace gave her a sympathetic look.
"No!" Clary stood up and shook her head. Her red hair bellowed around her at her vigorous movements. "I can't- I Don't- What is going on?!" Clary pleaded with Jace to explain, but she knew he didn't have a clue what was running through her mind.
"Clary calm down." Jace stood up next to her and as Clary turned to leave, he grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace for which she was grateful. "I don't know the answer, but I swear by the angel to help you figure them out." Clary felt relief at his words.
Clary wrapped her pale skinny arms around his firm tanned waist and sank into the embrace at the same time Jace rested his head on her head. Clary was inhaling his scent, wishing she could stay that way forever. Of course they had to be interrupted.
"Hello Clarissa." Clary looked under Jace's suddenly stiff arms and spotted her fathers two goons.
Emil Panghorn and Samuel Blackwell. They were literally brainless. It was a good thing they could fight, otherwise there was no use for them. Clary had met smarter rocks and better looking pigs compared to these two.
She wondered what caused Jace's reaction as she tried to pull away. She didn't want her father to know about her hugging Jace. But Emil and Samuel just so happened to be his eyes and ears as well as brawn.
"Panghorn. Blackwell." She nodded her head while saying their name, trying to resist insulting them.
She honestly saw better looking demons than these two! Did they purposely make themselves so repulsive?
"Is daddy's little princess already shacking up with a city kid?" Panghorn said.
Clary gritted her teeth to stop herself from attacking him. They always had a strained relationship, and her father always only caught her when she was fighting back. He never caught them!
Jace seemed to be restraining himself also as he began to crouch down into a fighting stance. Clary placed her hand on his shoulder preparing herself to stop him if he attacked.
"What do you want?" She hissed at them.
They both chuckled but it was Blackwell that answered. "We were told to escort you home as your father is in need of your…gift." Clary silently cursed her father. Why would he tell these two asshats anything about her?
"What rune does he need? He has all the books of the runes I have made." She was having a hard time pulling back Jace who was leaning towards Emil as he was pulling faces at Jace.
"Your father has become ill and is in need of a rune to cure him." Blackwell answered. Clary knew he was lying.
"Okay, your lie has failed. Now tell me the truth." She challenged. "Or else I'll set Goldie here on you." She smirked as she began to lose her grip on him.
"Why are we wasting our time with this?" Panghorn hissed to his companion. "Just grab her!"
Clary thought he would argue back, instead he moved quickly to grab her. Clary forgot she was on steps so she fell backwards, regretfully letting Jace go.
Clary watched him pounce on Panghorn and began repeatedly punching the man. Panghorn tried to fight back but it was to no avail.
Blackwell quickly ran to his companions aid, by putting a seraph blade to Jace's throat. Jace quickly stopped what he was doing and as Blackwell forced him up, Clary realized with horror that she had completely been as useful as a beach ball.
Panghorn stood up and had his own seraph blade out. He drew it behind him and was about to strike Jace with it when Clary realized she could move. She jumped in front of Jace just as the blade was brought forward and plunged into her stomach.
She gasped from the pain. She had never been wounded like this. She fell forward into Panghorn who caught her. She heard Jace calling her name but she was trying to stay awake.
Her vision was blurring and her mind was becoming heavy. She felt her eyes droop . She looked away from Panghorns chest and off to the side.
Before the world became a blue glittery blur, Clary could have sworn she saw her father's look alike staring at her in disbelief not twenty meters away.
Jace POV
Jace stared at Clary in confusion as she looked bewildered at him calling her father a villain. What did she think he was? A god? As if.
She had gone into hysterics so he couldn't help himself as he pulled her into his arms. She fit perfectly into his body. He loved that she wrapped her arms around him. He felt like she gave him permission to enjoy the embrace (Even though he was.).
He could feel her chest heave heavily as she breathed in his scent. He smiled to himself as he rested his head on her head, inhaling her strawberry and honeysuckle scent. He never liked it when girls smelled like food, but here he was enjoying every second of it.
If medusa was to appear and turn them to stone, he honestly would be grateful. Just knowing he would be embracing this girl for eternity.
He shook himself from these thoughts. He didn't know where all that came from. He was trying to convince himself he just had a crush, but he knew that he had fallen for the red-head.
From the beginning of Isabelle telling him every little detail about Clary to meeting the red-head to now. Sure he was furious about who her father was, but seeing her confused as he told her why he hated her father, he could see she was lost. She truly believed her father was good.
He was rudely interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of deep chuckling.
He turned his gaze, ready to kill whoever dared interrupt this moment when his whole body stiffened.
It was two men. Men he held a vendetta against for years. Men who killed his father before his very eyes. What in Isabella's awful cooking were they doing here?!
"Hello Clarissa." Jace could feel Clary move her head against his chest as he glared at the two men. He would have attacked them if Clary wasn't in his arms.
"Panghorn. Blackwell." He felt her head move but he was too surprised to note why. She knew them?!
He felt her trying to break away from him, he reluctantly let her go.
"Is daddy's little princess already shacking up with a city kid?" the near bald guy said.
Jace could hear something grinding and he soon realized it was Clary's teeth.
He felt a tiny bit of relief that she wasn't fond of their company, but that didn't stop him from crouching down. He was about to pounce when he felt a slender hand on his shoulder. He tried to concentrate on the electricity he felt from Clary's hand instead of the blood lust for the two shadowhunters before him.
"What do you want?" He was happy that she hissed at them.
They both chuckled and one with curly black hair answered. "We were told to escort you home as your father is in need of your…gift." Jace couldn't stop his body from shaking in anger. How dare these men who killed his father try to take away Clary!
"What rune does he need? He has all the books of the runes I have made." Jace felt her grip slipping as he tried to leap forward and punch the shadowhunter who was making disgusting faces at him.
"Your father has become ill and is in need of a rune to cure him." Would she actually go back with them?
"Okay, your lie has failed. Now tell me the truth. Or else I'll set Goldie here on you." Besides the insult, he really hoped she let him go.
"Why are we wasting our time with this?" Baldy hissed to his Curly head. "Just grab her!" HELL NO!
Jace was relived to know Clary let him go as he leapt forward and struck baldy. They fell to the ground and Jace began pummeling him. Baldy gave weak attempts to defend himself, but Jace easily overpowered him.
Jace was sure he could knock him out with a few more punches and then start on the next man, she he felt something sharp press against his neck. He stopped punching baldy. He knew it was his companion who had the blade. Where was Clary?
Baldy stood up and took out his own seraph blade. Jace could see he was about to stab Jace with it. Instead of fighting or trying to talk his way out of the situation, he was hoping that Clary had run away to safety.
He was surprised to see her jump in front of him and he flinched when he saw her body shook, knowing the blade had been embedded in her.
He was frozen as he watched her slump into baldys arms. He couldn't move a muscle. He felt like the duo had cut out his heart and stabbed it right in front of him.
He watched Clary turn her head, her eyes widened before they closed.
Jace was thrown to the side and when he looked back he watched Baldy and curly head drag Clary's body through a portal. By the time he could have reached it, he knew it would have been too late because as the last of their bodies entered it closed.
Jace sat on the ground, stunned. He had never felt so useless in his whole life! He just let his anger get the better of him and watched as one of his father's killers stabbed the girl he had strong feelings for.
He felt someone standing over him. He looked up and gasped.
Valentine Morgenstern was right in front of him.
Jonathan POV
Never trust warlocks. EVER!
Jonathan was running through New York, racing to find his sister.
He had found Ragnor Fell all right. Well after a half hour of muttering and swearing he had come across the warlock.
He promised to pay the warlock greatly if he portaled him as close to the institute as possible. The warlock agreed and said he would.
Then Jonathan accidentally knocked an old book that was on a stand next to a fire place…into the fire.
He knew there was no way to hide it from the warlock as there was an odd mystical smoke filling the air of the room and the fact the warlock had been inspecting the book when Jonathan barged in.
They had argued over Jonathan only wrecking his home and life's work when Jonathan took drastic measures.
He stabbed the warlock in the leg with a dagger, hoping the warlock would comply.
He complied all right. He made the portal, promising it would bring him straight into New York, which he did…the farthest point from the institute it seemed.
Jonathan had gotten a map and asked for directions from any downworlders he found using threats to get the information he needed.
As the amount of downworlders became sparse, Jonathan knew he was going in the right direction. Downworlders and shadowhunters didn't particularly get along so it made sense that they didn't live next to each other.
As he rounded a corner, he became aware of his surroundings. He knew where the institute was!
He sprinted the last few blocks to where he hoped he remembered correctly, the institute should be.
After rounding yet another corner, he could have sighed in relief, if not for his fathers goons standing right outside with Clarissa and the golden-haired boy from the park.
He crossed the street and began to creep towards them, hoping to attack Panghorn and Blackwell from behind and save his sister.
What he wasn't prepared for was Panghorn stabbing his sister who had foolishly stepped in front of the golden boy to spare him the fate.
Jonathan felt his whole body go rigged. She was still alive, even though she had slumped forward, but Jonathan watched as she turned her head in his direction and her eyes widened in shock as she saw him before she closed them.
He stayed still as a statue as his father's goons dragged his sister into a portal that closed behind them.
Had those miserable excuses for shadowhunters killed his only hope of humanity? No, if they brought her to his father, she would be healed. But then what? Jonathan was going to be severely punished if not killed for what he did.
His father would know by now that he had let Sebastian live and that the French boy had notified the clave. He didn't take his sister because he was bored. He took her because he knew she was the one person Jonathan cared for and needed.
Not having any options, he walked towards the institute where he found golden boy sitting on the ground.
His expression was of pain and grief. Jonathan stood over him, not knowing whether to kick him for letting his father's thugs stab his sister and take her.
He didn't have to wait to decide as the boy looked up at him and his expression turned to pure fury.
Okay, I know a lot is happening in this chapter, but I keep forgetting that Clary is fourteen in this story...so far...so I wrote that she's back with Valentine...the next chapter will be two years later or the events right after this chapter!
I have the next chapter planned in my head (Sort of) so any comments is welcome!
Also, what do you all think of Jace and Jonathan meeting?
Please let me know what you think and I will try to update as soon as I can! (Quicker than last time anyway!)
Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448