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Chapter 23: All You'll Never See

Jace's Point of View

"Finally awake, Jace?" the girl – actually, she was a woman, now that I saw her face – stated. "Just in time, everyone else is waking up too." As if on cue, everyone sat up, dazed and confused. She stood up, going near the front of the door, but she was still able to see everyone and vice versa.

The woman clapped her hands, a loud and piercing sound, echoing slightly in the large room. All of our heads turned to the source of the sound, and she smiled slightly when we did, but it wasn't a good smile. It was bittersweet, and her eyes were in slits, it made her look like she was plotting something.

"Welcome children," the woman said, spreading her arms out on either side, like she was a introducing something. Ah, here comes the gloating speech, I thought bitterly. At least it proved that Samara wasn't in charge of this. Wait, what? Why did I care if she did, she's an evil bitch, I reminded myself.

But my mind couldn't help but to flash back at the time, when she whispered sorry for almost knocking me unconscious – well, she actually thought I was – the way she was gently tying me up. It didn't make sense. I knew she was under orders, but why not just quit?

When I snapped back into the present, I realized that no one said anything. "You guys are probably wondering who I am, and why you are here," she continued, her black eyes dancing. "And I will only give you the answer to the former, for now." I know who you are bitch! I wanted to scream my thought at her, but I held my tongue, Selena's words flashing back in my mind. Don't use your smart ass remarks with anyone, she had said. It had stopped me from flinging my words at the bastard's face, but some part of me wanted to, purely to disobey what Sel had said.

But the same question rang in my mind again. Why not just quit? She wouldn't have told me that if she didn't care about what happened to me…was she under orders too? But she could have done something to stop it. Or maybe she was just playing us.

I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. I had no idea who or what to believe. "I know that my looks must remind you of someone who you all should be familiar with," the blasted lady continued talking, stating what I already know; I already saw the resemblance. I couldn't help but to notice her gaze momentarily flicking to Clary and I before looking at all of us again.

"I am Valentine's sister, Valentina," she said, her pink lips stretching out a bit more. The first part wasn't shocking to me, but I could tell the others were stunned. I guess spending ten years with a guy and mourning about his death for years really sticks to your mind. And of course, the person who had killed me before isn't going to be easily forgotten either.

But, Valentina, really? That was her name? My lips twitched into a barely there smile, and I barked out one, short laugh. Her black eyes held my own, like a butterfly pinned to a board, her eyes scorching. I tried to cover it up by coughing but no one was fooled.

"You, Herondale," she said rather calmly, which was scarier than her being angry – I guess that's how people feel with me doing that too. And since I picked it up from none other than that bastard 'father' of mine, I knew that she was for sure that she was his sister. "You will regret laughing at me, my boy. You'll see, when the time comes." I half expected her to laugh evilly right after that, but she didn't. All she did was flash me her crude smile and point at me.

I just smirked at her, since I didn't want her to know what I was really feeling. Being an ass was the best way to cover up what I was feeling, and I knew that from practice. Her black, unmerciful eyes glinted and I repressed a shudder.

"That is all," she stated formally, before turning on her heel and closing the lights. And the room was the color of ebony once again. It wasn't long before my eyes adjusted to the darkness again, and when it did, I looked around, trying to see anyone but in vain.

"Jace," Clary whispered. Saying that she sounded scared would be an understatement, and I guess things finally became reality to her. "Why'd you laugh?"

"C'mon Clary, Valentine, Valentina? I guess her parents weren't that creative," I laughed without humor.

"Jace, seriously, you could get killed!" I really wanted to ask her why she would care if I was, but I enough self control to not say anything. I only laughed because of that, and who knew if I was ever going to laugh again? And it was rather funny.

"Sorry, Jace," Clary sighed when I didn't respond. "Just don't do anything stupid, please."

Clary's Point of View

"I'll try not to," Jace drawled, sounding not scared in the least, the exact opposite of how I felt. Reality had set in on me when Valentina 'welcomed' us. If it was just Selena, Aden and that Mara…no, her real name was Samara, then maybe they wouldn't really do anything to us.

But with Valentine's sister here, there was no hope. She looked – and probably was – exactly like her brother. Cold, merciless and heartless. He was willing to sacrifice me, his own daughter – not that I consider him as my father. But what kind of father does that?

And with us locked up in cells, this could be only one thing: revenge. After all, she lost her brother and her nephew. And Jace, being the idiot he is, laughed – laughed! Did he want to get killed? I don't care if he got betrayed by Selena – I got betrayed too – but that shouldn't make him suicidal.

Unless…unless, he loved her that much. I wanted to smack myself – here I was, locking up in a cell, probably awaiting my death and I was thinking about how much Jace liked someone other than me. I can't believe I was shallow enough to think that.

No one said anything, and I don't know how many minutes or hours passed by, but suddenly the lights flicked on again, still as blinding as ever.

Was this Valentina's why part of why we're here? I swallowed nosily, not wanting for that part to come. Because that meant that we were going to die soon. The only person that came through the door was someone still in the shadows, but his outline was masculine, and very buff. He stepped into the light, having a crazy grin plastered on his face before I gasped.

The muscles that were banded around his arms were all too familiar. His face still gave me nightmares. It was none other than the guy that tried to kidnap me that one quite night. The night that Jace saved me.

His fingers flicked another switch and he pressed a button, making a few bars open, a makeshift door on Simon's cage. Si bared his fangs at him, trying to scare him away. After all, the guy was only a mundie – even if a strong one – and Simon could probably smell it.

The guy impressively didn't even bat an eye at his fangs, just standing at the entrance of the 'door' and slid him a metal tray. With more button clicking, his 'door' closed and Izzy's opened. Izzy whimpered, and tried pushing herself backwards, away from the guy.

Mr. Kidnapper just smiled evilly, and walked inside her cage. Izzy was shaking her head furiously, her thick black hair whipping across her face. His smile just grew, and his thumb and index finger went on one cheek, pressing her skin in. Iz made a noise – I think it was half a whimper and half a growl.

Then it hit me – this was the guy that muffled Izzy, no wonder she was looking so scared. It looked like he was pressing as hard as he could against her cheeks since Iz's eyes were glistening with unshed tears. He smiled and stopped, looking like he wished he didn't have to.

"You be good now," the man taunted, speaking as if he was talking to a dog before giving her the food. All too soon, he was standing in front of me and shoving the food right in front of my face.

"We meet again," he chuckled wickedly.

I didn't say anything but he still stood there in front of me, his arms crossed – I didn't know how that was possible with muscles that thick but he somehow did it – as if waiting for me to speak.

"Leave." I all but bared my teeth at him, my gaze as piercing as winter.

His smile grew, and he started talking again. "Make me." I didn't know how such two words could be frightening, but they were. I couldn't help it; I whimpered and pressed my back against the stone walls, trying to make myself as small as possible. Maybe then he won't notice me.

He crouched down in front of me, eyes level with mine. "Don't worry, I'll get my time with you later," he stated cruelly, patting my cheek. My eyes widened slightly but I didn't say anything – that would make him leave faster, hopefully.

The man just looked at me for a second, as if he was just imaging how much fun it would be to hurt me. Without saying anything, he got up, and walked over to Jace's cage. As he did with Simon, he didn't do anything to them except give him the food, though I could see Jace's knuckles flashing white when he clenched them.

Glancing down at my food, I realized that it didn't look half bad. It looked really good, actually. And I was hungry and my stomach growled in approval. It was a nice mashed potatoes and fries – so it was either lunch or dinner time, I'm guessing. So I didn't have food for at least half a day…

Jace's Point of View

That son of a bitch couldn't leave soon enough. I saw the way that Clary looked at him, like it was her nightmare had come true. She knew that guy, somehow and he scared her. When he finally left – closing the light, per usual – I poked the food, not trusting it.

Now, what kind of kidnapper would actually give us good food without doing something to it? He could have poisoned it for all I know. Sniffing at it, I only smelt the innocent potatoes and oil. Still not trusting it, I pushed the food away from me, only drinking the water since I was parched.

Too late, I recognized the faint bittersweet scent after drinking the water. Damn it, I thought, darkness invading my vision.

"No one drink the water," I cautioned hoarsely, but I couldn't stick around for a reply, or knowing if anyone hear it, knocking out.

There was bright light. A very bright light. I squeezed my eyes tighter, hoping that it would go away. Alas, it didn't and I opened my eyes slowly, groggy from sleeping and a bit pissed off about being rendered unconscious again.

I wondered how much of that stuff I could take before I finally overdosed from it and killing me. Maybe that's how they were planning to kill us, a pretty slow death, if you ask me. Out of habit since coming here, I glanced to my right.

My heart stopped. There was no red fire, no emerald earth in the cage next to me.

It was empty.

Eyes wider than saucers I rubbed them, hoping that it was just a dream. It wasn't. I glanced around the big room, a sickening feeling where I already knew where she was. And sure enough, she was there.

Sitting in the middle of the room, in the chair.

Alec's Point of View

I mentally slapped myself. I am an idiot. Such a big idiot. Chewing my lip, I looked up at Magnus, who immediately guessed what happened. "I left it in my room…" I trailed off, feeling stupider than ever.

"Allie, hon, it's all right. You know what, why don't you give them the benefit of doubt here, and wait until dinner before bringing some back?" Still chewing my lip, I nodded.

"Maybe you're right and when they come home, they'll be laughing at us." Mag smiled slightly; glad to see that I wasn't worrying too much with my response.

"Now, as much as I want you to stay," he winked at me, giving me a knowing look which resulted into a red faced me, "I have some business to attend to. Like I said, you can come over during dinner if they did or didn't show up." Another wink and I walked down the stairs and out of his house.

Obviously Magnus wasn't worried too much, which was a good thing, right? Maybe I was just being paranoid, and this wasn't the first time that Jace came home late.

Still, there was something in the pit of my stomach, the feeling of something bad. Magnus said dinner, I thought, they'll be back by then. And then we can just hang out like we always do.

I hope.

Dinner time. And Jace and the others didn't show up. They didn't even drop a call. Panic ate me away, leaving me hallow. I knew something was wrong, I just knew it. Maryse was in hysterics, not wanting to lose any more of her children, or any one of them.

I stood in front of the door, ringing to doorbell. The warm air rushed by me too cheerfully. How could everything be so sunny if something catastrophic is or probably has happened?

"Allie, what can I do for you?" If he meant the innuendo, I ignored it. He had said to come by either way…of course, Magnus was assuming the best and since I wasn't going crazy, I guess he thought all was fine, when it was far from it.

"They're still missing." Magnus's face went from smiling to shock to stony. The glitter didn't look as bright as it normally does with his shining smile. It was lacking that something, as if someone just sprayed glitter all over him, not caring what he thought. Though, I had my doubts that he wouldn't mind that.

"Inside," he ushered me, and when finally inside, he pointed to the couch. I sat down on it gratefully. "Have Jace's thing this time?" I nodded, handing him the toy soldier. It was the only thing I could think of and it had worked before, so it would work again.

"Okay. Ready to find them – you might need some Shadowhunter things. Once I find them, we're not stopping." I nodded, already prepared. "Always thinking ahead," Magnus mused. "One of the many things I like about you. Now, time from business." He cracked his knuckles before speaking in a tongue that sounded like crackling flames.

Clary's Point of View

I woke up, an aching hitting me. My head was hanging down, straining my poor neck. That's when I saw the metal cuffs around my wrists, attaching me to the uncomfortable wooden chair.

The chair. In the middle of the room.

So that's what that was for, I thought hazily. It wasn't for out 'visitors' to sit on when they visited us, no, it was for torture. And I was first.

I looked up, stretching my neck the other way, hoping to reduce the pain. Black eyes stared down at me, dancing like black flames.

"Finally awake, my dear niece Clarissa?" I bared my teeth at her, my eyes flashing.

"I have no relations with you," I spat furiously.

Valentina clicked her tongue at me. "That's no way to treat your aunt. And to think that I was going to spare you." She shook her head somberly and I knew that she wanted me to feel bad. But I didn't, I knew she was just saying that, she was still going to kill me.

"Ah, everyone's finally awake," she said, looking past my head. I craned my neck, seeing that she was talking about Simon. "Now I can finally answer the latter question: why you children are here."

"And that results in keeping me in a chair?" I asked, sounding like something that Jace would say.

She looked at me, her disapproval clearly written in her eyes. "Ah, I see that Jonathan has rubbed off on you; good thing that you guys aren't dating anymore, I would hate for my niece to date someone like him." Despite her saying it casually, it still stung. Perhaps more than ever since Aden didn't truly like me back and that I've realized that the feelings were still there a few days ago.

"His name is Jace," I hissed. Her eyes flashed at me, looking blacker and more unnerving than ever.

"Say another word, and it will be your last," she warned, finally feed up of me. A knife that was pointed at me glinted off the bright white light. I swallowed, hoping that it wasn't that visible, and stayed quite.

"Now, you guys already know that I'm Valentine's sister. Actually, I'm not just his sister, I'm his twin sister. My family never wanted more than one kid, and the only kid they wanted was a boy."Her eyes turned glassy as she strolled down memory lane.

"They hated me, treated me like I was worthless. My own parents couldn't stand the sight of me. They hated me. And if it weren't for the fact that we lived in the Morgenstern Manor in Idris, they would have left me at an adoption center. That, and my brother.

He said that if I went, he would go to. Out of my whole family, it was only my brother that loved and accepted me, despite the fact that my family tried tainting his love for me. He was a true and loyal brother, the best anyone could ask for.

No one knew of me of course, my family hid me, kept me locked up when company came over. As far as anyone was concerned, I didn't exist. The day my 'father' died, I was so happy. My mother hadn't hated me as much as my father; I suspect that my dad filled the poison for me in her.

But my brother was depressed and heated. He started hating Downworlders, while I liked them better, just for that. I never listened to my father about how they didn't belong in this world; after all, he said the same things about me.

Despite that difference, we were still best friends. My mother still hid me, even if she started treating me better. How could they explain where a random child had come from? So I was kept a secret, and soon after, my mother passed away.

Valentine still visited me in the old house I got far away from the other Shadowhunters, away from civilization. I couldn't bring myself to leave the only thing I loved behind. And then you," her eyes snapped back to focus, glaring angrily at me, as if she hated me enough, I would drop dead right then and there.

"You killed my brother, the only person I had in the world. You killed him!" Her voice rose at her words, but at the end of her little speech, she got in control of herself, even if her chest was still heaving, her hands clutching the knife scarily.

This was this was about: revenge. She wanted revenge from the person that killed her brother.

And that was me.

Despite telling me not to talk, I still did. "You're brother tried killing his own daughter!" I spat out, glaring. How could she think so well of a man that was so evil?

"It was a small price for a greater good. He was going to let me rule with him and no one could say anything bad about me, or they would face the consequences."

"Small price?" I asked, disgusted. At least at this point, she forgot that she had told me to shut up. "He turned his first son into a monster."

"Small price," she whispered again. "It was all for the greater good, and if we had to sacrifice for it, than we would. I even sacrificed my own blood."

"Your own blood?" I repeated stupidly.

"I guess you can't really tell, she takes after her father," she replied, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I didn't know who 'she' was.

"Samara," someone whispered. It was Jace who had said it. How was it….how did Jace…?

"Yes. Samara, my daughter."

Jace's Point of View

It all made sense now. Samara had demon blood in her veins, just like Sebastian. And how else could do that other than Valentine himself? His sister, of course.

That would explain everything – why she tried kidnapping me, why we were here, everything. Except where Aden and Selena come into this plot.

"What do you mean, sacrifice?" a new voice asked for the first time. Simon, oh that idiot, did he really have to ask that? Wasn't it obvious?

"Dear," she laughed darkly, her shoulders bobbing, "she's like Jonathan." Simon's mouth went slack. He knew about the power that he had, how he was stronger than a vampire."

Clary gasped, her emerald eyes widening. "That's not all. Aren't you children forgetting to ask me something?" she prompted, almost sounding like a school teacher.

"Yes," Clary drawled, sounding a lot like me. What was she doing? She knew that if Sel told me to keep my remarks to myself, than that meant her too! "How did Selena and Aden come to play? Are they your kids as well?"

She laughed, it almost actually sounded human. But not quite. "Of course not. They decided to help me for something in return." They did this for money? I was disgusted; how could a fellow Shadowhunter do this to another? And for money?

"So…the first time I saw Samara, she was trying to kidnap me?" I mused out loud.

"Yes, so she could lure Clary into saving you and then she would have been trapped as well. But that didn't work out, with the…ah, uncalled for Shadowhunter interfering."

"And then the big burly man tried kidnapping me too?" Clary asked, making me realize that's why she was scared before. He was the guy that had given her a concussion. That son of a bitch…

"Yes. That didn't work either, and this was much more efficient even if it got us two extra, getting both of you at the same time rather than one trying to save the other. That would have been fun to see though. I thank Selena and Aden kept me posted about your whereabouts. "

"Wait, you want to kill both of us?" Disbelief colored Clary's voice as she nodded. Of course they would also keep tabs on us, not only luring us there. Those assholes…

"It was you two who had him killed," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But he was trying to kill me! What did you want me to do, let him?" Valentina gave her a look, one that read yes.

"Now," Val clapped her hands together again, making us all pay attention again. Normally, I would have felt sorry for a woman who had to go through all that as a kid, but in this situation, not so much. "You guys know why you are all here. Now it's play time." She snapped her fingers. I don't think play time is going to be much fun.

And true to what I was thinking, the bastard who hurt Clary came through the door, grinning like a maniac. Hell, he probably was a maniac. "Felix, take this," she commanded and I could tell that he was a hundred percent under her control, like a trained puppy.

"Felix" took the knife out of her awaiting hands, his smile growing bigger, if possible. "Just tell me what to do, boss."

"Its play time," she said again, a smile showing up on her face. I'm guessing play time was a code for torture. Oh my Angel, he was going to torture Clary! I was so fucking stupid for not realized this before. The knife danced on her skin, and the blood was released.

Clary's Point of View

Searing pain made me dizzy, I could hardly see anything, the world spinning. It was blinding pain but when the next slash went on my arm, I could help but to gasp out loud this time. The pain was too much to keep quiet for any longer, exploding in my arm.

Now the pain was doubled and I felt like I was going to hurl. I pressed myself as far into the chair as I could but it didn't work. This time, he slashed my right arm and I could dimly feel like blood coating my arm in a sticky red mess. I bit my tongue, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over while I whimpered.

Squeezing my eyes, I braced myself for the next slash that was going to happen. I don't know why this hurt so much more than it should. It's like it burned me as it cut me, like they were pouring salt or acid in my wounds. When the forth slash was made on my arm, I couldn't help it, I screamed. It was loud, piercing and it echoed off the wall and it ringed in my ears afterwards.

A cold, cruel laugh bubbled from Valentina, laughing at my pain as if she liked it. I was so going to kill that bastard. I rolled my head to the side, weak from the blood loss, and glared at her through slit eyes. "Clary! Don't hurt her, you bastards," a voice screamed and I could hear the metal links jingling as he probably tried to pull on them.

"Aw, isn't that so sweet, your boyfriend is feeling your pain too. Do you want to take her place?" she asked Jace. Nimbly, I wondered why she would call him my boyfriend, when one, he wasn't, and two, she knew that we broke up. Weird.

It was like silence fell upon the word when she asked that question, like everyone was holding their breath. "Yes, just please, stop hurting her," he begged, his voice sounding like he was going to cry. Or already is. I didn't have the energy to check to see if he actually was.

She laughed again, her voice loud and thundering. "Well too bad! You suffer from her pain, and I want you to suffer. You were the reason why he couldn't sacrifice Clarissa." Part of me was glad that Jace was safe, because this hurts like hell but part of me wanted escape too.

"What hurts more?" she asked, her voice having a cruel steely edge to it. "Watching someone you love being in pain and not being able to do anything about it, or being in the pain yourself?" I knew that was a rhetorical question, but I couldn't help but to search for an answer.

Being helpless, watching someone you love getting hurt and not being able to do a thing about it…or being in that horrible excoriating pain? Both were downright atrocious…

Somewhere, through my cloudy brain, I remembered that she had said someone you loved. Did he love me? Was it possible? No, she was just toying with me. "Just let her go," Jace yelled, sounding like he was in pain himself.

Another slash on the other arm, the left again which had finally just subsided to a throb, flashed with pain again, scarlet blood running down like a river that finally escaped the dam. Agony had me in its clutches so deep that I wasn't even aware that I was screaming until my throat felt sore.

"One more on the other to make it even?" the Felix asked Valentine cruelly. She nodded and watched as the knife came down on me again.

Tears spilt over, a salty river running down my face. I couldn't take the pain anymore, it was too much. I looked up, trying not to sob in front of her, giving her that satisfaction and noticed runes on the blade. It wasn't any runes I knew though and they looked crude, with sharp edges. Those were demon runes.

No wonder it hurt so much. The realization wasn't going to do me any good; it will still hurt like hell if he cuts me again. "How are you holding up?" Valentina asked me, putting a hand under my chin and forcing me to look up. She made the same clicking sound with her tongue, and shook her head. "This poor girl is in so much pain," she started and I wanted nothing more than to kill her with my bare hands. It was her freaking fault I was in pain in the first place! I heard chains rattling and grunting, like someone or some people were trying to escape with no luck.

"We should end it."

If I thought the pain was bad, the thought of dying was ten times worse. I shook my head, or should I say tried to before the starbursts appeared in front of my eyes, making me feel dizzy all over again. "Leave her alone!" Jace barked.

"And why should we?" Valentina asked, playing with us yet again.

"Because it was my fault Valentine died. If I didn't show up, he would have killed and that would be that. Please, just leave her alone." That could be true; if Jace didn't die for me instead, Raziel might not have killed Valentine. But it was iffy.

"And if we do?" she prompted, her eyes ablaze. She was probably not trying to die of laughter, knowing her in the short amount of time that I did. Who knows, maybe she will die of laughter and we would be saved.

"You can have me instead," Jace said seriously and calmly. He was doing his scary calm. My eyes widened and I tried to protest but my voice was weak.

Trying again I said, "No." It was as quite as a whisper actually, but they still heard me. Jace locked eyes with me, and he looked like he was trying to tell me something in them. I couldn't read it, but it was probably along the lines of: stop being an idiot. I can't believe he would even offer his life for mine. I wasn't worth anything next to him.

It was probably guilt of breaking my heart that got him saying that. "Well," Valentine stated, a smile forming on her lips, "you heard the girl."

She reached into her pocket, and drew out a gun. Oh by the Angel, a gun. It was a freaking gun. It was a gun. There was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't survive this. I stared at the gun that was pointed at me, the pale finger at the trigger.

My heart thumped irregularly, scared out of my mind to die. I knew that I did the right thing, but that didn't mean I wasn't scared as hell. I glanced around the room, probably going to see my friends for the last time. Izzy, Simon…Jace. He mouthed something at me, something I couldn't read.

I shot him a questioning look and he mouthed the same words again at me. I still didn't understand. I was about to make a confused look again when a voice interrupted. "Any last words?" Valentina asked, a crude smile upon her lips.

"Yes. Tell my family and friends that I love them and tell Aden that he is a son of a bitch." I didn't mention that I still loved Jace, but indirectly, I hope he understood. If I said it, he would probably even feel guiltier about breaking my heart, and I didn't want him to feel guilty over me.

But Aden can sure as hell feel guilty. "Is that all?" she asked impatiently, even though she was the one who asked. I nodded my head, bracing myself and closing my eyes; if I was going to die, I would die bravely. But thoughts kept plummeting into my mind. Where was she going to shoot? At my head, my heart, my–

A shot pierced the deathly silent room, breaking me out of my thoughts.

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