I'm very nervous for this chapter. I really hope it hasn't been a let down or anything because I havent had much time to write recently and I've had to write this on and off. Anyway, enough excuses.

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Declaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Mortal Instruments series, Sadly. x

Pictures swarmed together, making no sense whatsoever. There was a train running through the underground with an octopus tugging at the end while sharp teeth in a pale face shone from the sky. Large yellow orbs took the place of the sun and looked down at her as though they could see her. The only noise was the ringing Clary was sure was in her own ears. The train disappeared and Clary jerked into consciousness once more. She didn't move a limb. Her eyes darted frantically around as she tried to take in her surroundings. She was lying on a fluffy pink sofa in a brightly painted room. All the furniture looked brand new or otherwise artfully worn but you couldn't say that any object in the room lacked character.

Speaking of characters, as Clary fully awoke she became aware that there was someone else in the room with her, sitting on a green chaise longue opposite the sofa. He looked like a cartoon character with his wide cats eyes and sonic the hedgehog turned fairy hairstyle.

Where the hell was she. As Clary registered her company she automatically squirmed into the far corner of the couch, pulling her legs up to her chin and wrapping her arms around her knees.

The guy didn't move. He remained sat on the green bed thing with his long fingers laced together and his thin ankles crossed. Clary distantly noticed that she could see his flat tanned stomach between the bottom of his top and the top of his rainbow pants and although being faintly distracted by the smear of glitter that had been massaged into his skin, she noted that he didn't have a navel or if he did, it was oddly high. She decided she'd put her money on that he didn't in fact have one as he was obviously not fully human. Clary gulped.

"Clary?" the guy said quite softly as though he feared he'd frighten her. He was right in doing this.

"How do you know my name?" Clary asked in a small voice.

"Where is your mother Clary?" He asked.

"How do you know me? Do you know my mother too? Would you know why someone would have taken her?" Clary asked, immediately hopeful.

"She's been taken?" The guy mused. "By…" he prompted Clary to elaborate.

Clary in no way trusted this bizarre creature but at this point, she almost didn't care. After all, what harm could revealing these facts cause?

"Monsters." Clary said.

The guy bowed his head for a moment before lifting his gaze back to Clary.

"You've been seeing them." He said. It wasn't a question.

Who the hell was this guy? He seemed to know Clary and possibly her mother and he knew that as of recently Clary had been seeing things she shouldn't have. Who the hell?

"You were two weeks late for your appointment. It seemed your mother has had a lot on her plate recently."

Clary disregarded this. What was he talking about anyway? All Clary wanted to know at this point was:

"Who are you?"

"You won't remember me, I'm Magnus Bane, and I've helped your mother out a few times." He said. Clary waited for him to add to his sentence and had to prompt him to elaborate.

"And what do you mean by "appointment"? I'm sure I've never seen you before!"

"My mouth, on this subject at least, must remain closed." He said with a grim expression. "Even if I do disagree with the situation you've been forced into."

Clary thought she were about to burst. She jumped to her feet on the glittery rug. "Do you think my mum would care now? Do you think that this would be her prime concern? Keeping me in the dark like this…when maybe any logic you can give me may help her…Why would you want to shut your mouth?" Her voice rose with every word until she was almost shouting. This Magnus didn't flinch or squirm back and his expression didn't pucker. He merely stared up at her.

There was a long moment of silence.

Then…

"You aren't like other mundanes." He paused giving her time to interrupt like he thought she would. Her lips remained locked. "You are a shadowhunter, like your mother. She hoped you weren't one, but when she saw you talking to a fairy, that was when she came here, to me, so that I can erase these things from your mind, like I did for a long time after that in your appointments. "

"What are shadowhunters?" Clary asked, sitting down heavily on the couch.

"They're demon hunters. That's why you see them, so you can destroy them."

"Is that what I've been seeing? Are demons the things that took my mother?"

"Yes."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." She said, breathlessly.

And he did.

Clary thought her head might burst. Fairies, Warlocks, demons. Everything was real. Everything.

But the oddest thing for Clary was how easy it was to accept all this. It was easy to believe that there were such things living in the same state as her, living under the undergrounds and in their little nests. It made sense, leading her to believe that she truly was what Magnus called a "Shadowhunter."

Although all this, she was a little shocked and though she thought she was level headed, she couldn't stop shivering. She bent her head down to stare at her knees.

"You need some sleep."

"I can't sleep now!" Clary said, trying not to sound angry.

"Come with me." Magnus said. He didn't make such and effort. He didn't sound angry but he sounded exasperated. He led her up the stairs and into a large room with – you guessed it – a lot of colour.

"There are some clothes in the cupboards, borrow what you like. You can have the bed – for tonight – and I'm gonna be having some friends over so you should stay up here."

"Friends?"

"I'm having a party. Here." He sat her down on the bed and opened his hand in front of him. With a slight pop noise and some blue sparks, a wand-like object appeared in his hand. "Figured this is safe." He laughed to himself while Clary stared at him, incomprehension lining her face. "Let me see." Magnus said with a concentrated expression as though he was trying to remember something then "Aha, yes." He slid the tip of the object along her forearm, tracing a burning pattern. Clary gasped but before she could do much else, Magnus withdrew the thing to reveal a tattoo-like rune on her arm. "Sleep tight." He giggled. Clary was shocked to find exhaustion clapping down on her. She had just enough time to slide out of her clothes, pull on an oversized vest top that reached her thighs and fall on the bed before sleep took her.

Isabelle was taking a long time. Jace didn't care as much as he did normally. He stood in his room, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He knew he was handsome and he knew he will have many women after him tonight. But that is exactly what made him uneasy. This idea, for a change, didn't make him excited in the slightest. He heaved a great sigh and went down the hall to the elevator where Alec was standing. As always, Jace ignored any inclination that Alec liked what he saw and so, now, when Alec's eyes opened just the right fraction to show his attraction, Jace pretended to look behind him to check if Isabelle was coming.

"What could take so long?" He asked Alec who had caught himself and the frown was back on his face.

"I seriously don't know." He said. There was not much more they could say on the subject. They'd had enough conversations on the many evenings they'd been waiting by this very elevator for Isabelle to be ready.

A few minutes of light conversation and hair-checking later, Isabelle was beside them in a very tight dress and very, very high black heels. Her black hair was up in an elegant twist which contrasted with the rest of her not-so-elegant attire in a good way. Jace looked her up and down and failed to see much of an attraction, though this was the norm with his sister.

"C'mon then." She said as she led the way into the elevator. Alec and Jace didn't even bother to protest.

-"Done." Said Jace, stashing the now empty bottle of Holy water back in his Jacket pocket. Alec laughed, Isabelle looked the other way but Jace knew she was laughing. They made their way into the house where a lot were dancing and talking and everyone was drinking something. Vamps were gulping down their vodka and blood, warlocks were passing around their bubbling blue drinks and faeries had their own little colourless substances. Jace just loved this type of places. Not that he had much love for the half demons and half humans, but he loves seeing the variation. There were increasingly beautiful and unbearably ugly. There was the unbelievably tall and the comically short. Jace strode in before the other two, looking around him, only to be stopped before reaching the bar in the corner by a tall gay monkey.

"And you are…Shadowhunter?"

"Jace Wayland. And you are?"

"Magnus Bane." He said. By this time Isabelle and Alec had joined us.

"Hmmm, living in the institute are you?" he asked. Jace was about to answer with a snarky comment when Isabelle saw the danger and stepped in front of him, earning a scowl.

"Yes, in fact, we are. Do you know anyone from there?" She asked with a sweet voice.

"I know of you, but not personally. Nice to make you're acquaintance…"

"Isabelle and this is my brother Alec and, you've met Jace."

"That I have." He said, obviously not impressed, something that changed when he saw Alec standing behind Jace.

"Well Hello there." He said, moving forward. He didn't need to move Jace out of the way, he was already on his way to the bar.

"Whiskey, on the rocks with a twist." He said.

"Hmmm do you like everyth8ing with a twist?" Came a voice behind him.

"Depends." He said, without turning around.

"Well, do you like women…with an extra edge?"

"Not very clear is it. What are we talking about?" He turned around and it became obvious what she meant. She had an extra breast. He didn't know if he was impressed or disgusted and was still trying to figure it out as he was dragged up the stairs. It wasn't that he was weak, but he wasn't unwilling, enough. She was quite strong and completely fine everywhere but the chest aria, which Jace was still in two minds about.

"I saw you and just had to have you. So…shadowhunter. Want to hunt me down? She jerked into a room at the top of the landing and Jace walked slowly after her.

"Whoops, seems we'll have to find somewhere else. I see this bed is taken."

Jace didn't move. He was barely able to breathe as he stared down at the bed where she lay.