Hello everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated in nearly two weeks! :O I was really busy, and then I was thinking of ideas for this story! Thank you all for being patient!

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Clary woke up. Her eyes felt dry and puffy. She fell asleep crying the night before. She missed her family. She had never been separated from her children. She wanted to know if Jace was minding them. She felt a pang of guilt as she remembered kicking Jace.

She got out of the extremely comfy bed and walked to the bathroom to splash water on her face. She couldn't show weakness or remorse in front of her brother.

She quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen. She would explore the rest of the house later.

Jonathan was already there. He had the table laid out with food. There was more than enough for an army!

"Morning sleepy head." He said looking up at her. He froze when he saw her eyes. "Were you crying?"

"No." she said refusing to make eye contact.

"Then why are your eyes red?"

"Why are you so nosy?" he laughed.

"Cant I show some concern for my little sister?"

"For the past six and a half years, you have made my life miserable. You knew I was your sister, yet you kissed me. You KILLED an innocent little boy and others. You took Jace AWAY from me and BOUND him to you. You tried to RAPE me. You tried to make me drink from your damn cup to make me evil. But recently you threatened my family if I didn't come with you. So no. you can't show concern for your little sister!" she exclaimed. She watched Jonathan. His face was blank, but there was a powerful emotion that she couldn't identify behind his eyes.

"And here I thought we were getting along." His voice sounded dull. Clary feared she had said too much.

"I was tired last night. I was scared and I wanted my family. How do you expect me to forgive you for any of the things you did to me?"

Something in Jonathan seemed to snap. He vanished out of the room. He literally VANISHED!

Clary began to feel panic. She knew what he was capable of doing. She ran over to a kitchen drawer and began looking for a weapon. Anything would do! Even a can opener!

On the third drawer she found a butcher's knife. She went to grab it when two strong hands clamped around her arms pulling her back.

She kicked and thrashed. She couldn't see who was pulling her, but she could tell it wasn't Jonathan. The hands were too big. She eventually went limp in the arms knowing she was wasting her energy.

Her attacker was leading her into the hall and into a room that was in complete darkness. She felt herself being lifted then slammed onto a metal slab. She groaned from the pain.

She felt at least five pairs of hands at every limb, tying her to the slab. She tried to kick and flail, but to no avail.

As soon as she was tied down, the room began to lighten. She was able to see who tied her down. There were three men and two women wearing red cloaks. She remembered a shadowhunter poem.

Black for hunting through the night,

For death and mourning the colors white.

Gold for a bride in her wedding gown,

And red to call enchantment down.

White silk when our bodies burn,

Blue banners when the lost return.

Flame for the birth of a Nephilm,

And to wash away our sins.

Gray for knowledge left untold,

Bone for those who don't grow old.

Saffron lights the victory march,

Green will mend our broken hearts.

Silver for the demon towers,

And bronze to summon wicked powers.

This was not good.

Jonathan came into view. He as smirking at her.

"Well Clarissa. Comfy?" He mocked her.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Well little sister, since you are determined to hate me, I am speeding up my plan."

"What are you talking about?"

"Like you said earlier, I *tried* to make you drink from my, what was it you said? Damned cup to make you evil? Yes that sounds about right." He then disappeared back into the darkness.

"What are you talking about you psychopath?!" that earned her a backhand to her right cheek. She didn't know who hit her, but her eyes stung as she tried to keep tears from spilling over.

"Well your little statement got under my skin. I don't try. I accomplish. So now I'm fixing my error." He came back into view holding the infernal cup.

Clary recognized it. Her panic grew. She knew what was going to happen next.

"WHY? Why were you trying to be nice to me if all you were going to do was make me drink from that cup? Why not put it in my food last night? Why?" she cried. Jonathan smirked.

"I was hoping you would drink from it willingly. I figured you would trust me if I acted like a brother to you. I knew you wouldn't eat anything unless I did, and I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't consume it. I actually thought you were starting to trust me last night. But I guess I was wrong." He came closer to her. He walked around the table till he was by her head.

"Please Jonathan. Don't do this." She whimpered. "I just want to go back to my children. Please don't take their mother away."

"They lose a mother; I gain a sister that suits my standard. Didn't you ever hear that you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet?" he grinned at her.

Two of the cloaked figures approached her head keeping it in place. Jonathan pressed the cup to her lips. She refused to open her mouth. Just like at the seventh sacred site, he pressed the cup so hard till she tasted blood. She wanted to get away from him, but no one knew where she was.

She felt something punch her stomach; she opened her mouth as all her air left her. Jonathan seized the opportunity and poured the liquid in the cup into her mouth.

"That's a good girl. Remember Clarissa. You belong to me, and I to you."

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Jace was pacing again. He hadn't slept all night. Isabelle, Alec and Magnus were all in the kitchen looking just as tired as he felt. He couldn't rest till Clary was back in his arms, safe.

They had all filled their assigned duties the night before.

Alec had notified the clave who as expected, they were in session at the moment making plans and discussing what the next step was. Jocelyn was in the meeting as well. She wasn't happy with Jace. She blamed him for Jonathan taking Clary.

Magnus had stayed up all night looking through spells. He was not successful, but he still hadn't given up.

Jace had played with his children, got them dinner, got them ready for bed then read to them as they fell asleep. They were still asleep in their joined room.

Isabelle had talked to a few of the arrested shadowhunters, but they had laughed in her face and refused to tell her anything.

Jace was becoming more impatient. They had no leads, no idea where Clary was and no freaking idea what Jonathan was doing to her!

Why did he let her go into that forest? Why hadn't he convinced her to let him go instead? Why did the love of his life have to have a demon for a brother?

"Jace, Isabelle and I are going to Taki's to get breakfast. Stay with Magnus and don't do anything stupid." Alec told him. Jace glared.

"What stupid thing could I do? We have no leads, Clary's still missing and the clave are taking their sweet time to think of anything useful while that psychopath has Clary! Tell what stupid thing I could do?!" he shouted.

Isabelle had a grimace on her face. She started shaking before she fell onto the floor screaming. Alec and Jace were next to her in seconds. They tried to soothe her, thinking she was sad or angry at them. Jace noticed something wrong with her parabatai rune on her neck.

It was a permanent rune, which meant it would always be seen.

It was barely visible.

Cliffhanger!

So what do you guys think? Was Sebastian evil enough? poor Isabelle...

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