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Clary was 8 when she locked herself in her cool room at home. Valentine had asked her to bring down the fresh game he and Johnathon had supposedly shot earlier that morning, and Clarissa was disgusted as warm blood oozed out from between the threads of the burlap hunting sack. Though she was repulsed she knew rejecting the job would mean a severe beating and carried the lump of meet into the frigid room. As she was hanging the bag up the old twine patching it gave way to the weight it bore and a head fell onto the floor.

A human head.

Clarissa had been so startled that the foot she used to prop the door open slipped into the room and the door slammed shut, locking her in. She'd been stuck in that icy air, the sluggish blood from the head rolling towards her on the ground and the repulsed stirring in her stomach growing until the next day when her father came in to get a pair of steaks.

Now, looking into Choal's eyes, Clary felt the same repulse and icy chill she'd felt that day, but amplified by ten. As if he already knew who Clary was and released all anger and disgust he'd felt for the Morgenstern's.

Clary flicked her eyes towards Jace, who currently was tense and rigid under the icy atmosphere built by the Clave member. He stared hard at the ground and his mesmerizing eyes remained blank. No scheme was burrowed under the gold depths, no plan turning the cogs in his brain. Just...flat.

Clary turned her own eyes to the ground and became very interested in the floorboards. She was done, captured, and she'd probably ended all the lives of the people in this house, just by letting them help her.

Why did they anyways?

The question sparked a flame in Clary's heart and she looked up towards Jace, trying to send the question with her eyes, but his were occupied with a...dare she say it...an idea.

"This is my sister, Cla-" Clarissa cut Jace off.

"Claire Fairchild."

Jace looked at Clary with appreciation and Clary finally understood his idea.

Everybody knew who Clary was but nobody knew what she looked like. A smile lit up Clary's face and she laid a friendly hand lightly on his bicep. In the back of her mind she reveled at the bulge of muscle positioned there, making the arm as hard as rock. But in the forefront she was reveling in the freedom this roll could bring.

Clary would be able to move around at her own will, leave when she'd like, and try at all her might to figure out the next moves of her (now brother's) army.

But most importantly she wouldn't be stuck in this goddamn attic.

"Yah, she just came in from New York." Jace added.

Apprehension clouded over Choal's eyes and he asked very slowly, "How? And why is she up here?"

Clary forced herself to laugh a little and produce an airy attitude. She sauntered over and looked up at his towering frame. "I used a portal." she pronounced carefully and and let out a giggle. A forced one of course. "How else would i get here. I live in New York. And" she positioned her hand on one side of her mouth, as if telling him a secret. "Jace's family doesn't exactly...like...me. At all. In fact i bet they're gonna be pissed that I'm here."

"Or extremely shocked to see you." Jace put in, coming up and placing a protective hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry I didn't tell you Choal it's just...Claire's a big part of my life and I thought, maybe you'd tell them. My family."Jace explained.

Choal hesitated and Clary instantly decided that that moment was one of the most nerve racking ones Clary'd ever experienced. He didn't look like he believed it. Not at all. But for some reason only the angel knew, he let it slip. "Okay." Choal said. "But you should come down now and tell your family. Everybody's eating Lunch and you won't have to track them down."

Clary swallowed. "Of course." Jace followed her and Choal as they walked down the creaking stairs to the hallway, then down to the kitchen. Clary's heart was pounding a mile a minute, though she didn't know why as she'd been in much worse situations, but when they walked into the kitchen time seemed to stop.

It was the worse situation she could walk in to.

There, on the counter, acting as if he belonged, was her feonce, her master, her evil soon-to-be-spouse.

There, in the kitchen, sat Sebastian Verlac.

Jonathon POV.

Where was he?

He was supposed to be here an hour ago!

"Carla!"Jonathon called. "Carla!"

"Yes, master?" her quiet voice asked. Whirling around Jonathon took in the sight of a pale heart-shaped face, an abundant amount of curls that were a dull mousy colour, and black eyes that were red-rimmed from lack of sleep. But what Jonathon really saw was the lively small girl Carla was when she first came to the Far Forest. A girl with rich dark hair, smooth skin, and beautiful dark eyes that were thriving with life. A girl that reminded him so much of his sister.

He hated her because of that.

"Where's Sebastian?" he growled. Jonathon was currently in the war room, maps strung up on the walls, and a table set out with pieces scattered hazardously across the map positioned there. Sebastian was supposed to meet him here, an hour ago, to discuss the way they would attack Clarissa next.

His sister didn't know it, but she was more powerful than she ever thought she could be, and she was just another enemy needed to be exterminated, or used. Thing is, weather he wanted to or not, Jonathon needed his sister. Clarissa. Clary.

Carla's eyes widened. "i do not know." she whispered, horrified. That was another thing. Carla. It sounded an awful lot like Clary.

"What?" Jonathon spat, gaining anger by the second.

She sniffed and wiped her nose with hands that were raw, red, and blistered. "I don't know!"

Jonathon narrowed his eyes and stalked towards the little girls, roughly grabbing her arms and slamming her back against the wall. "And why don't you know?" he asked. This girl was Sebastian's maid. She took care of his everything. Her job was knowing him. And he was done with her not doing that job.

"Carla!" he yelled shaking the girls tiny frame.

"I-I-I-I don't k-kno-kno-know!" she cried. Tears fell raggedly down her drained face and Jonathon clasped her head in his hands. She was hurting. Both mentally and physically.

And he loved it.

"Carla! Why don't you know" he rumbled

"I-he-they told me- he said if i said to you-" Jonathon cut off her stuttering by his hiss. Red invaded his vision and he pulled her away from the wall, only to slam her back into it. Her gasp was deep and invaded her lungs and Jonathon could feel the flutter of her heart deep within her chest. he fliked his tongue over his teeth to stop himself from killing the girl.

"You knew "

" He said he-he-h-he'd k-kill me if I told you!" she sobbed. Jonathon could feel the pain spiking through her veins and watched as the tears burned paths down her cheek and dripped onto the floor.

"Tell me Carla!" Jonathon persisted. Sebastian was supposed to lay low. They were supposed to plan god damn it!

"He-h-he" she took a deep breath and steadied her voice." He found her!" Carla exclaimed in a rush. Jonathon dropped the girl to the floor in shock.

Sebastian had gone after Clary.

His heart beat sped up, anger speeding through his veins and shocking his nerves with angry tingles.

And suddenly he just couldn't control it. Ripping a map from the wall he threw it to the ground, along with the pins stuck into the board behind it. Jonathon walked over to the table and picked up a chair, smashing it against the wall so it shattered into splinters. The table was suddenly flipped over and the toggles that were places so tediously and perfectly scattered across the floor. John turned to Carla and picked her up.

"This is your lesson" he whispered enraged into her trembling ear. "You don't Keep THINGS FROM ME!"

And with that he flung her across the room, little body flying in the air, and stalked out towards the training room.

Little did anyone know Carla was fetched up against the wall, a piece of wood impaling her stomach.

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Again, not the best, and not too much action but it will get better. Hope you all liked it, those of you who read it, and please REVIEW! I don't think I'm updating until I get at least 3? Please!

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-Lovestory112