This chapter is back to Clary's point of view.

Only a moment before stepping through the portal, Clary was able to see a movement from where Jace had been lying; she could have sworn he said her name. She pulled both of her lips between her teeth and bit down hard, willing herself to not allow another tear to fall.

She closed her eyes as she stepped into the portal and when she opened them again she was hit with the feeling of nausea. Her stomach clenched and she ground her teeth together. As she looked around at her surroundings she realized she was in a living room; it was dark and cold, but she somehow recognized it. She closed her eyes as déjà vu took over her senses.

Clary looked to her left and saw a small girl sitting in a crib, crying; she had a few small wisps of copper hair and her green eyes shone brightly through her tears. As Clary stepped closer to see who the girl was, a little blond boy with dark eyes appeared. He looked at the little girl and smiled at her, almost immediately ending the crying, Clary breathed a sigh of relief for the little girl. The boy, who looked as if he were two or three at the most, reached his hand through the crib and let the little girl hold his finger. He crouched down so he was sitting on the cold, hard floor but never once removed his finger, or his gaze from the little girl. "It's okay Clary, I'll protect you." the boy whispered.Clary gasped quickly as the memory replayed itself in her head; she closed her eyes and whimpered once before darkness consumed her.

When she opened her eyes she was being dragged through a hall, it was dark, everything around her was dark, and she listened to her boots scrape against the stone hallway and felt firm hands holding her by her forearms. She looked around to see if she could make out her surroundings when she realized there was a burlap sack over her head. Suddenly a door was noisily opened and she was thrown to the ground. Someone ripped the bag off of her head and she sucked in as much air as she could; a thin film of sweat had covered her face and neck from the bag.

When she tried to turn around towards the door she felt someone shove her into the wall. She grunted, but refused to show any pain or weakness. She heard the sound of metal being hit together when she felt something cold clamp around her wrists. Clary sat against the wall and finally looked up.

"Now, now, Clary, there's no need to make a face like that." Pangborn said, pretending to be upset. He reached down and ruffled her hair before walking out of the room, locking the doors behind him. She sat there silently for a moment listening, she could hear her heart beat thumping in her head. Clary sat, unmoving for a moment when she heard chains drag across the stones; she tensed.

"C-Clary?" a male voice asked shakily only a few feet away from her. She stopped breathing.

"Jonathan?" She asked, laughing once before tears spilled out. She reached out for him and he did the same; they crawled onto their knees and hugged each other. Neither of them wanted to let go, so they didn't. They sat there crying and holding each other until it seemed as if their bodies wouldn't let them cry any more.

"Jonathan, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry you're here. I've been looking for you, nonstop since you disappeared. I didn't stop the entire six months, I knew I would find you, I knew it. I never stopped, I never stopped Jonathan." Clary spilled out, all in one shaky breath.

Jonathan laughed gently and hugged her to him again.

"I know, Red. I could always feel you looking for me." Jonathan had always called her Red, since they were children, she had hated it, but now it sounded like music to her ears.

"Jonathan? Where are we?" Clary asked, suddenly remembering that they were both chained to a wall.

"Our old house," he started, looking indifferently, "at first I didn't recognize it, but when I saw the living room I remembered it."

"I remembered it too…the day you held my hand and told me you'd protect me" Clary said, a sad smile on her lips. "Have you been here this whole time?"

"No, when our father- when Valentine found me he took me to a house that was burnt to the ground. We ended up living in some house that was built into a mountain; we stayed there for about three months. Then Valentine found a warlock and paid him to rebuild our house, the one that had been burned down. Then we came here and he locked me down here."

"You've been here for three months?" Clary asked, as she looked around their surroundings, horrified.

"Yes, but Valentine comes almost everyday. At first he would beat me, over and over and over. He was trying to get me to help him, he kept saying he needed my help but I refused."

"At first? He stopped beating you?"

Before Jonathan could answer his sister they heard footsteps coming towards them.

"Clary, if he asks you to join him, just say yes, okay? Please just agree?" Jonathan silently pleaded.

The door burst open and Valentine walked in, his hands clasped together. He smiled coldly.

"At last, both of my children together, this is such a happy moment." He looked between Clary and Jonathan. "I must admit, we make an impeccably good looking family."

Clary glared at her father, she didn't blink, she didn't fidget; she hardly even allowed herself to breathe.

"What do you want, Valentine?" She managed through gritted teeth. Jonathan squeezed her hand to warn her, but it was too late; Valentine walked up to Clary and grabbed her throat, lifting her a foot off the ground. Clary gasped for air, but still managed to remain as calm as possible.

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. You will call me father and nothing else. You will show me respect. Or I will make you regret the day you were born, is that understood?"

"That," Clary said slowly, struggling to breathe, "is not my name. I am Clary Fray. And as long as your disgusting demonic blood runs in my veins, I will always regret the day I was born. Is that understood, Valentine?"

"Clary no!" Jonathan shouted, but before he could do anything Valentine smashed the side of her head into the wall beside them.

Clary's head erupted in pain, her entire body screamed for her to run. Fight or flight,she said to herself. She pushed herself off the wall so that she was standing again; she swayed slightly but remained on her feet. She spat blood from her mouth, not taking her eyes off her father for a moment. He took a step towards her, she took one back. Suddenly his eyes softened, he even gave her a warm smile, a fatherly smile. This caught her off guard for only a split second, but before she could react Valentine reached out a backhanded her, causing her to stumble backwards in shock.

Before she could steady her self he kicked her in the stomach, sending her across the room where she hit the wall. Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not let him see you cry. No weakness. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand before standing up and pulling her dress down. It caught on something and she remembered the weapon she had hidden. She fell to the ground suddenly and curled into a ball.

"Please, stop, father please I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry. Forgive me fa-daddy." She whimpered, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Valentine stepped forward, inspecting her.

"It's alright my sweet angel," he said, reaching down to help her up. As he leaned down she grabbed the knife and slashed at his face. His eyes flew open and he stepped back slightly.

"Don't you dare call me your angel." She spat, standing back up. She smirked at him as he touched his face and inspected his blood-covered hand. Before she could react Valentine threw her to the ground and sat on her chest hitting her over and over and over again. Clary began to see back spots and flashes of light, she heard someone screaming her name, Jonathan, she thought before slipping into the darkness.