Lacie: um… guys, if you read my little skits stuff at the beginning of each chapter, you'd have seen that I mentioned something about a proposition. Just ignore that, you see, I write these chapters from start to finish, so when I finished the chapter, I kind of forgot about it, and now I can't remember what the proposition was… :|

Chris: such a fantastic author you are

Clary: Leave Lacie alone!

Lacie: yeah, leave her alone, she can't remember everything.

Chris: Why are you talking in third person? Have you gone insane yet?

Lacie: Not yet, not yet, give it some time

Clary: You talk as if you know you'll go insane.

Lacie: believe me children, someday, I will go insane, from what exactly, who knows, but I will *nods head*

Clary: well don't sound so accepted about it….. Though I guess we are all insane a bit

Chris: Some more than others….

Clary: That's right…..HEY!

Chris: *chuckles*

Clary: If I'M insane, then you're, you're, THEN YOU'RE A POTATO

Chris: I am what

Clary: A disgusting POTATO with your roots and everything

Lacie: I'M A CAULIFLOWER

Clary: I'M A CARROT

Lacie: NO! Im a Lolli-banana!

Chris: What the Angel? You HAVE gone insane, and what's a Lolli-banana?

Lacie: Come on Chris, get with the program!

Clary: AMEN

Chris:…well then, *shifts attention to reader whose eyes are on the screen and gives thee a smile that absorbs thy breath and steals thy focus until you are mesmerized by the black abysmal eyes* welcome back, and sorry for the chaotic verbiage up above, for Lacie has fallen to the deep end. A thousand gratitudes to those who reviewed, though it saddens me that there have not been many of you recently, are you displeased?

Clary: Sheesh….so OOC

Lacie: I feel romantic today therefore Chris shall be romantic

Clary: What about me?

Lacie: Not you

Clary: Awww…. Lacie doesn't own TMI

Enjoy!

Simon POV

Simon's day hadn't been normal to begin with.

He started new approaches to try and find Clary. Remembering what Clary told him about her time with Sebastian and Jace, he knew that whatever safe house they'd be in was bound to travel all over the world. He couldn't be all over the world at the same time, waiting for a house to miraculously appear, but he could have people in those parts of the world who could be there for him.

When he meant people, he meant vampires.

Simon was new to the vampire world, and considering that he wasn't in any of the 'oh so awesome vampire clubs,' he knew nothing of other groups (what is a group of vampires called? Clans? Broods? Covens?) all over the world. He knew the basics: that all vampire covens had a leader that everyone respected and obeyed, and if you kill that leader, you automatically become the new leader until someone else chops off your head. Killer job right?

Emphasis on killer.

Simon wasn't too keen on finding every single vampire coven and killing off every leader so that he could have to loyalties of every vampire around the world, though if he still had the Mark of Cain that could have been easily done. So he thought of the only leverage he had on them, the fact that he was a Daylighter. He could tell them that he'd handle something that bothers them that couldn't be handled because of the sunlight, or maybe he'd befriend the leader and have their respect, but he doubted any of these would work.

He still had to try though, and that led to an encounter with Raphael. He attempted to convince him to give him the locations of other vampire covens, but Raphael practically laughed in his face.

"If you think I will help you, eres mas estupido de lo que yo pensaba," he sneered in his face.

Simon can't speak Spanish but even he recognized estupido, "Will you help me or not? And if you could so kindly, speak English. You've been here what? Fifty years? I think that's enough time to learn a language."

Raphael's grin vanished and was replaced with a scowl, "I asked you for help once, remember? To protect me from Camille? And what did you do? Nothing. Therefore, why should I help you?"

He really didn't know what to say. He'd known that asking Raphael had been a lost cause, but he didn't feel ready to back down so easily.

He sighed, "I'll take that as a sign that you can't help, oh well, I guess I overestimated your knowledge." He made it as though he was going to turn away, stopping when he heard Raphael chuckle.

"You mean to make me feel stupid, to try to make me protect my pride? It won't work." Raphael started to fade into the shadows, something that Simon hadn't quite figured out yet and that irritated him. Really, was Simon the only one who missed the How To Be a Bad Ass Vampire class?

Using his wits, which were scarce, he said, "I knew you wouldn't be much help, but I thought being the leader of the vampire coven would give you some information and such, but I guess you weren't really that respected if you don't have anything to tell me."

That did it.

Raphael pounced on him, gripping the collar of his jacket and yanking him upward. Simon was taller than him though, so it didn't do much other than make him stand on his tip toes. But still, the older vampire had a nasty gleam in his eyes.

"Allow me to tell you, that I was a very much respected and honorable leader, and I let no one scare me," his fangs slid out and Simon could feel his own cut into his bottom lip, his instincts sensing a fight.

Simon must've been insane to challenge this guy, especially since he no longer had something like the Mark of Cain to defend vaporize bad guys for him, and knowing that he was treading a mine field, he let his fangs show, and with a smirk he said, "No one scares you, huh? Is that why you ran to me with your tail between your legs when you asked me to protect you?"

He barely managed to muster the last word when he saw Raphael's hand, bent into a claw like form, aim for his heart, like he didn't whether or not he had a stake, he was going to rip out Simon's heart with his bare hands. Simon didn't know how to fight, his only experience was fighting in the war against Valentine, and he had never been good with bullies. Simon's best defense was sarcasm and a plan to get out. But now was no time to say something witty, instead he head butted Raphael so hard it would've cracked a human skull.

Raphael got a dazed look in his face, and Simon was a little dazed as well, but considering that he was the one who head butted, the shock wore off fast. He grappled Raphael's arms, pinning them behind him, and smacking his jaw right onto the ground.

"Get off of me pendejo!" Raphael struggled, no longer dazed, and Simon figured he had about half a minute before the older vampire used his strength against Simon's weaker one and beheaded him using his teeth.

"Locations! I want names and places, and I won't bother you again," he grasped Raphael's wrists with one hand, and straddled him on the ground, which wasn't easy. An angry vampire was like a shark when there was blood in the water.

"Pinche imbecil! Te voy a romper la cabeza!" his Mexican accent took over completely, cursing at him until Simon felt like he was watching a Spanish soap opera.

Well this wasn't working. The situation had gotten way more violent than what Simon liked, and he didn't like violence in general. He was more of a peace and love sort of guy. Kind of ironic for the world he now lived in.

When in Rome…. He thought.

He retaliated, clutching the back of Raphael's neck and shoving his face down again so hard he wondered if Raphael could taste the cement. Raphael fought back though, and they struggled with each other, Simon on the defense. He grabbed the older vampire in a headlock.

"Tell me names now! Or else I'll rip your head off right now," he tried to sound menacing and commanding. But sadly, he wasn't Jace or Isabelle, or even Clary. Even Alec, no offense to the guy, would have had a better job at threatening. Simon liked being himself, but sometimes he wished for that fire he often saw in the Shadowhunter's eyes. That determination and knowing that they were superior, and nothing could bring them down.

Raphael laughed, making it sound like Simon was the one held in a headlock, "Fine. I'll tell you, not that you'll live long enough to find them."

Simon was shocked as Raphael actually consented to his request, and immediately started rattling off a number of locations and names. Simon was so caught off guard that he didn't register the words until halfway through, and when Raphael finished, he was cursing himself for not having a better memory.

Raphael suddenly spun in Simon's grip, aiming to thrust his hand through Simon's neck, but he tightened his grip on his neck, saying, "One move and your head pops right off!"

"You don't have the heart, eres muy debil!" Raphael hissed.

"He may be weak, but I sure as hell am not."

Simon and Raphael snapped their heads towards the arrogant voice that sounded to their left.

Jace stood with his hand on his hip, the other casually spinning his lit seraph blade like drumsticks between his fingers. He was wearing Shadowhunting gear under a light jacket, his golf blonde hair looked like he'd been running his hands through it, giving him a casual bed head look. His face looked sullen, tired, his bones protruding more than they did a few weeks ago. Signs that he wasn't taking care of himself, yet any pity Simon felt was erased when he spotted the cocky smirk on his face.

"Now, now, you two vampires shouldn't be fighting over me, I'm not going to let you have any of this anyway, so no need for a cat fight," Both Raphael and Simon rolled their eyes before remembering their positions. Raphael's fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing his windpipe, and though Simon no longer needed to breathe, his brain still reacted to the reminder that he used to, and there was plenty of other thing that Raphael could have done besides prevent airflow. Snapping his neck in two, for one.

Before Simon did anything, Jace lunged between them, and yanked Raphael and him apart, shoving the seraph blade underneath chin.

Raphael raised an eyebrow, "Why don't you just kill me, Nephilim? Or are you weak as well?"

"Tempting, but I'm afraid killing you would make me a bad boy with the Clave, unless you want to give me a reason to kill you, suck anybody's grandma dry recently? Or have you been chewing on neighborhood dogs?" Jace replied conversationally.

"Since when do you care about the Clave? Forget it, I have no care for the Clave and what you do or don't do that could get you killed," he took a step back, in which Jace stepped forward again, not about to let his enemy escape, but Simon shook his head. Raphael eyed Simon nefariously, "The next time we meet Daylighter, you better pray to your non-existent gods that you won't be alone." And with that he disappeared into the shadows.

I have to learn how to do that….

"Can you do that?" Jace asked, pointing to where Raphael seemed to dematerialize,
"Because I can run away quickly enough to make me look like I disappeared, shroud myself in a glamour, but vampires tend to cover themselves in a dark, shadowy blanket, like it's a jacket they can just pull on."

Simon was kind of annoyed that Jace asked what he was just thinking, and was about to roll his eyes again, when a question popped to mind, "Wait, what are you doing here?"

Jace looked at him like he was a talking squirrel, "That depends on what you're asking, are you asking why I'm here, as in why do I exist, because in that case, you see, when my daddy married the girl of his dreams, he had to divorce her and marry some other women who is my mother-"

Simon glared at him, keeping his fangs protruding from his gums.

"Fine, fine, I need you to do me a favor."

"Ha ha, very funny, what are you really here for."

Jace looked at him in that way when you could tell he wasn't joking, so Simon looked at his straight in the eyes, which was unsettling. Jace had the gaze of a lion, and even though Simon was the blood sucker, he felt like he was the one who was about to get consumed.

"Okay, so you're not joking, what's the favor then," then before he could stop himself, "If it's a punching dummy you need, forget it."

Now it was Jace's turn to roll his eyes, "Oh please, if I needed a punching bag I'd get something a little less scrawny, and don't worry, I don't need you for anything vampire like."

"Then…."

Jace took out something from his pocket, and tossed him a small metallic object. His phone.

"Do you know how to track down cell phones?"

Simon stared at him, silently asking for more information.

Jace sighed, "I got a text," he took back his phone, showing the message to Simon, and Simon stared at the screen until the words were imprinted onto his eyes.

"Who sent that?"

"Magnus, I think, I'm pretty sure this is his number, I remember Izzy showing me it but I never bothered to actually put it into my contacts."

"Magnus?" Simon read the number on the screen, "I didn't even know he had a phone."

Jace shrugged, "Like I said, I never cared."

"Well," Simon started, "Have you tried texting him back?"

"No, idiot, I've been dancing around a bonfire trying to send him smoke messages," Jace rolled his eyes sarcastically, "I've been trying to reach him all day, I've sent enough messaged and made enough calls that's gonna make Maryse's eyes fly out of her sockets when she sees the bill, but he hasn't answered."

"Let me see," Simon took the phone, dialed the number, and listened, a voice at the end said, "Hellooo! This is Magnus! The one and only High Warlock of Brooklyn, the king of style and glitter! If you're trying to reach me because one, you've heard of my parties and want to know when the next one is, then you're probably not someone I'd want there! If two, you need a warlock to solve your supernatural problems, I'M NOT A SERVANT YOU NINNIES, so no. If three, you are an old friend of mine, and I mean old, if you are you'll know what I mean, you know how to find me…." Simon disconnected as the warlock shot into several other reasons a person may be calling him like, 'If you want to know where I buy my outfits,' or 'If you're wondering why your furniture disappeared and suddenly appeared in my house' and such. He honestly did not want to meet someone who had the same fashion sense as Magnus. One of him was enough. The world did not need two.

"See?" Jace gestured, "So can you find him?"

"First of all, I thought Shadowhunters didn't know about human technology, something about your magic messing with it," Simon asked.

Jace looked like he was trying to keep patient with him, "Cell phones are much needed, how else will I contact people?"

"I guess even the world of superior Shadowhunters can't survive without modern tech," Simon muttered.

"Can you do it or not?"

"What makes you think I can?"

"I saw this crime show at Magnus's place a while back, they were looking for the criminal and they tracked him by using his cell phone. I figured you were nerdy enough to know how to do that," Jae claimed.

Simon didn't know whether to feel complimented that he was the first one Jace came to for help, or insulted because he was a nerd.

"No, I can't do it, because what you watched on T.v was probably the CIA or FBI or something like that, with their computers and stuff. If everyone could track anybody's phone that would just be a disaster," Simon said.

Jace sighed exasperated, "Well aren't you a feckless character, I could be doing some very important things right now, and here I am, wasting my time."

Simon snatched Jace's phone, well not really snatch. Jace was wired for sudden movements, quick assaults and violent attacks. So when Simon casually plucked the device from his hand, put it in his pocket and walked towards his apartment, it took Jace a few seconds to realize what just happened and to catch up with Simon.

"What are you-"

Simon answered without looking at him, "A friend of mine, he's more into this technological stuff than I am, he should know how to do this, or at least give us someone who can."

"Isn't that illegal for mundanes?"

"Since when do you care about things being legal?"

Jace did a quick nod, "True, but I wouldn't expect you to be the daredevil, Daylighter. Are you finally coming over to the dark side?"

"I just want my friend back."

Jace grew sullen.

Simon decided to break the tension by saying, "So what have I missed these past few days?"

"Not much, I've been training, lifting weights, I even learned how to handle three blades while-"

"Jace…."

"Izzy was imprisoned in the Silent City about a day or two ago."

He said it so blatantly that Simon almost didn't catch the meaning, and when he did he gave Jace a double take, "What! Why? How come no one told me this?"

"Well you haven't exactly been present these past few days. If I may ask, where have you been?" Jace commented.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine, but why did they do that to Isabelle?" He knew Isabelle was a wild girl, but he never expected her to do anything that would get her into some major trouble with the Clave.

Jace explained to him how Isabelle was found conversing with a gremlin who had been the provider of something that Sebastian had purchased, how she was accused of being part of it as well, but that they knew it was just a dirty gambit to get the Institute to reveal all their secrets, to see if they weren't also working with Sebastian. Not to mention that they only had three days, (now two) to find them.

"Secrets? What do we know that they don't? Besides the text," Simon questioned.

"Well, actually, every night, at the same time, we know where Clary is," then Jace shot into another explanation on how Clary somehow penetrated the magical barriers that Sebastian placed around her so that no one could track her, but how she did it no one knew, much less understood how she did it at the same time every day for the past nine days. Today would be the tenth time.

"Could it just be Sebastian messing with us?" Simon wondered.

"That's why I say I'm wasting my time! Clary's appearance on the map happens right around now, and if this text was real, then it should say that she's in Canada, then we'll know that the map is correct," Jace said irritated.

"Have you told Maryse, or Izzy about the text?" he asked.

Jace grunted, "Yeah, I did it hours ago"

"Hours! What have you been doing in the meantime? Actually starting bonfires?"

"Looking for you, you incompetent Daylighter! Where have you been?"

"Okay, one, my name is Simon, don't call me Daylighter, because it was your decision that made me a Daylighter in the first place," he pointed out.

"Don't remind me.." Jace grumbled.

"Second, I've been trying some other ways of finding Clary, since she can apparently appear all over the world and we can't."

"Planning on siring a few vampires?"

"No," Simon hissed, "Never, or at least, not now, let's not talk about it." The thought of that brought back bad memories of a little girl who only wanted a picture of him on her phone.

Jace sensed something was wrong, but being the intuitive guy he was, left it be.

"So...what was with those addresses Raphael told you?"

"I'll explain later, we've got a Warlock to find," Simon said.

And with that warlock, they'll be one step closer to finding Clary….

Clary POV

A ringing spread through Clary's left ear, and she irritatingly poked at it, trying to get the ringing to stop.

"You okay?" Chris asked her from the kitchen, having noticed her sudden behavior.

"I'm fine," she assured him, tapping the back of her head lightly, "Someone's talking about me, that's all."

"You believe in that superstition?" he accused.

"What? You don't believe that people would talk about me? I have friends." Clary mocked astonishment, pretending to not see the sudden concern in Chris's eyes. Considering that her clock turned just a few minutes ago, the intricately shaped hand pointing at what would be a ten if it had numbers, her ringing ear could have been from any other side effects and such, but Clary knew it wasn't.

I wonder who's talking about me….

"It's just that I didn't take you as someone who would believe in things like that, you know, walking under a ladder, breaking a mirror, there were some other ones," Chris said.

"'Don't step on a crack or you'll break your mother's back' is another one," Clary continued, "And never walk past a black cat is another, which is one I don't believe because I've walked past many random black alley cats and they've never done more than hiss at me."

Chris emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of assorted fruits, "You just don't seem like the type of person who would believe in this." He held the plate like a five-star restaurant waiter, though Clary didn't think he did it on purpose, it was just how he was, and that made Clary jealous, not for the first time, that though she had his abilities, there was nothing in the world that would give Clary grace.

He sat on the couch, right next to her, and placed the plate on a pillow on his lap. He flicked on the T.V and started surfing through some channels. Plucking a grape from the plate, Clary said, "I never believed in superstition, or at least I used to."

"Used to?" Chris frowned, "What changed?"

"Do you believe in superstition?" Clary inquired.

Chris popped a peeled orange slice into his mouth before answering, "Of course I do, not all of them, but being raised a Shadowhunter, knowing what we know, it's common sense that all myths became myths for a reason. There's truth in everything, no matter how ridiculous."

"Like…?"

"Like your black cat tale, depending on where you lived, and what time period you lived in, black cats were considered to be either good or bad luck. In the U.K, cats are considered good luck, but in the Middle ages they were thought of as evil because cats are nocturnal and roam at night. They were thought to be affiliated with witches, which is actually true." He explained.

"How?"

"Well, not witches, but warlocks. There are many warlocks that grow so old that they no longer care for much human interaction, so they would place a spell on a cat to make them immortal, or extend their life and company them," he was cut off again by Clary.

"How could you make a living thing immortal?" Clary thought that you had to be a vampire, or an actual warlock or a Silent Brother to be immortal.

"Well, it is a cat, so it's easier to extend their life; hence the myth that cats have nine lives. Anyway, these cats would live for so long that people that they were servants or spies of witches, or even thought that they were the witches themselves, because of the intelligent way these cats carried themselves, and acted so humanly, but really, after several years of life, a cat grows wise and learns the ways of things."

"You never did tell me why you believe in superstition," Chris pressed.

Clary groaned as the memories came back, "It was a stupid dare Simon's friends made me do."

"The vampire?"

"Yeah," Clary felt uncomfortable talking about the people she left, so she quickly continued, "Eric, one of the friends, found an old Ouija board in his grandmother's basement. They convinced me to play with them, and I was getting tired of telling them no, so I decided to just go with it."

"You got scared didn't you?" Chris lip tugged into a teasing smile.

"I was scared out of my mind! Stupid Eric decided to summon a spirit! The board asked us if it could visit, and it was only because I was looking at Eric that I managed to say no before he said yes. After that I closed the communication, and even though Eric hated me for this, I told his grandmother about it, and she burned the board."

Chris looked pensive, "It's good that you said no."

"I realize that now," Clary meant it. Back then she had known nothing about demons and angels, now she knew more than she would like to. She had been incredibly lucky then. Encountering an intruding demon in the night is one thing, being stupid enough to invite it to your house in another.

"I didn't realize that spirits actually existed then though, is it real for someone to summon anything through a Ouija board?" she asked.

"Oh, it's possible. Demons do it all the time, waiting for a stupid mundane to think it's all a game, until they summon it and it's all one big mistake. That's why they shouldn't mess with what they don't know." Chris stated, however, he got this look on his face. Clary didn't like the feeling she got in her stomach when he turned with a mischievous smile.

"What's with the face?" she asked.

"I said mundanes were stupid for using anything supernatural, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I think you've established that."

"Well, we're not mundanes. We're two trained Shadowhunters, who already happen to be part demons," he stood up.

She pointed to herself, "Um, temporarily, or at least I think temporarily."

Chris's grin grew even wider, and that's when Clary realized.

"Oh. Oh no, you are not making me do this," Clary shook her head, refusing the hand that Chris offered her to help her stand, preferring to stand on her own and take a step back.

"Come on Clary, don't tell me you're still scared."

"We don't even have a board!"

Chris indicated to the cupboards in the kitchen, "That's where our magical cupboard comes in handy."

"Damn our magical cupboard," Clary muttered as Chris walked to the kitchen, "Have you ever even used one before?"

"I understand the general concept." He opened a random door, pulling out a brand new board, still wrapped in plastic. Clary could imagine it was taken from a toy store or some weird occult place. "And if worse comes to worse, we'll be ready with blades and steles."

"Chris…."

"Not the first time you've faced one. We're Shadowhunters, it's what we're trained to do. Clary, you're part demon, I'm part demon, are you really scared of accidentally bringing up another?"

"Three's a crowd." She argued.

"Then consider this a party," Chris was about to rip open the plastic, when a thought went through his head. Clary could practically see the little light bulb go off in his white haired head.

"You want to make things interesting?" he asked devilishly.

"No." she flat out answered. She REALLY didn't like this. Yes she was a Shadowhunter, but every one of her senses told her WARNING: This is a stupid idea!

"Why don't we do this in the basement?" he asked.

"….we have a basement?"

"Yep." He started walking towards the flat screen T.V, Ouija board in hand.

"Since when?" Clary's voice rose several pitches, making Chris laugh.

"Since always, I just never showed you it because I don't use it." He set the board on the coffee table and grabbed the T.V from the wall, dismounting it from it.

Clary's black eyes widened. There was a small door, it was strangely a few feet off the bottom of the wall, so it seemed to just float in the middle of the wall. It had no handle, nothing to indicate how to open it, though she assumed that Chris had ideas. The door was made of wood, intricately designed and etched with swirls. It might have been cute, like a little door for a child's playhouse, but since it was right in the middle of the wall, the door felt a little too like the movie Caroline than she would have preferred.

"Why didn't you tell me we had a creepy doll door behind our T.V?" she meant to say it like an accusation, but her words came out blandly.

"It never came up in conversation." Chris answered.

"Yeah, because the fact that for the past almost two weeks that we've been sitting on this couch while a door hidden behind the screen isn't important to know," she muttered.

"Well, is it?" he was crouching near the door, and turned to look at her through his pale eyelashes. Clary noticed that she was keeping her distance from the door.

Swallowing her concern, she approached the door, watching as Chris took out his stele from his jeans, drew an opening rune, and gently pushed the door open. She expected a tunnel, a small one in which they'd have to crawl through, kind of hard for Chris to do, considering the door was about two feet tall and two and a half feet wide, so the tunnel would be claustrophobic. But it wasn't a tunnel at all. The door led to another room, and peaking inside, she saw the its floor was made of baby blue tiles, the walls a painted shade of blue eggshell. The whole room was empty, besides the doors that were on the ground, almost like cellar door, except that they were literally on the ground, like someone just took a random door off of its hinges and dropped it there.

"This is getting weird." She stated.

"And they weren't weird before?" Chris stared at her, the board in his arms, "Everything you've gone through the past few months, and this is the weirdest thing you've seen?"

"I guess you're right." She agreed.

"Well then," he extended his arm, gesturing to the door, "Ladies first."

Internally sighing, Clary stepped one leg through the door, ducked her head, and pulled herself in through the small doorway. Chris followed after her, directing her to the doors on the floor. She took one door, he taking another, and they pulled it open.

It was dark. Clary's demon eyes adjusted, helping her to see better. There was a wooden ladder leading about four meters down, a light bulb with a hanging chain to turn it on swung nearby. Beyond that Clary couldn't tell, until Chris dove in and pulled the chain to turn the light on.

Climbing in, she left the doors above her remain open. There was nothing in the basement, just like in the room above her. The floor was made of cold concrete, the walls to her left and right were lined with what seemed to be empty cubby holes that looked like they used to store wine.

"This used to be a wine cellar," Chris said, eerily echoing her thoughts, though she supposed that's what happened considering her condition. "When I found this place this whole left wall was filled with bottles of well-aged wine."

"Mind me asking what happened to all that wine?" Clary asked, giving Chris a suspicious glance.

"No. I did not drink all of the wine on my own, though I did savor a bottle or two," Chris smiled in the poorly lit room, giving his pale face a ghoulish factor in the gloom.

"What did you do to the rest of it?" Clary ran her fingers across the dusty wooden wine racks.

"I used it to pay some people off, now let's start this." Clary curiously wondered who those people were, and was tempted to ask, when Chris started setting up the board on the ground.

Clary groaned. "Do we have to do this?"

"'Have to' is such a confining expression, I prefer to say that I want us to." Chris detailed.

"So in other words, not doing it isn't a choice," Clary muttered as she sat cross legged across from him, the board game in between the two.

Writer's POV: I have never played with a Ouija board the only things I know are rumors about them and interesting stories online. While writing this I was curious and decided to do some research on the game, which lead to reading some people's experiences with the game. Whether or not you have used it before, I don't recommend playing with it. Some things are just not meant to be toyed with. I don't know the exact way to play, so bear with me.

"Hands on the planchette," Chris said, and Clary reluctantly moved her hands to the triangular piece with a hole in the center. Her fingers lightly touching the sides of the planchette in the back, and Chris's holding them from the front, they slowly spun the piece in circles, 'warming it up' as they're supposed to.

"What do you want to ask?" Chris asked.

"Nothing stupid," Clary warned, "Let's ask some random questions, nothing serious."

Chris nodded, then asked, "Will Clary get much taller than she is now?"

Clary glared at him, the watched, goose bumps rising on her skin as the planchette slowly started moving. Toward the no on the board.

Chris stifled a laugh.

"Everyone knows the answer to that question," Clary grumbled, her voice a whisper.

"Now you ask it something," Chris insisted.

"Um.." Clary's mind scattered for something harmless to say, "Will I ever get a car?"

The board moved, still slowly, to the yes. "My dream car?" she asked again. The planchette moved to the no.

"Aww…" Clary pouted.

"I didn't know you liked cars," Chris said.

"Everyone has an idea of what kind of car they want, even if they know nothing about vehicles. They at least know what they don't want." Clary replied.

"My turn," Chris said, "Where are we as of now?"

The planchette moved a bit quicker now, spelling out a word.

Two actually.

Tokyo, Japan.

"We're in JAPAN?!" Clary shrieked. She recoiled as her voice bounced off the basement's walls.

"I already knew that, I just wanted to see if it would get it right," Chris looked at the board with a look Clary couldn't place.

"Okay, I think that's enough." Clary wanted to end this.

"One more question," Chris said, and before Clary could protest, he asked, "Is the Clave ever going to find out where we are?"

She shot Chris a look. What? Why would he ask something like that to the board? Did he know something that she didn't? The planchette was moving quickly now, and it aimed directly to the yes.

Clary's heart hammered in her chest so loud she felt like it was loud enough for Chris to hear. She and Chris stared at each other, unreadable expression on both their faces.

At the same time, they both spoke, "When?"

The planchette spelled out one final word before they both put the game away and climbed out of the basement, back to the couch, and sealed the basement once more, and hopefully would never be used again.

Soon.

Lacie: Helloo! The ending of another chapter! We are reaching a climax DUN DUN DUN

Clary: Really?! 0_0

Lacie: Idk. At the rate I write these stories I'll probably find an excuse to extend it for just little more.

Chris: Well at least there will be more action, these past couple chapters have been kind of saddening.

Clary: Agreed.

Lacie: I know, I'm losing it *sigh* its always these middle sections of a story that get me, the beginnings I can do, but once you've built something up, it's hard to find a middle ground.

Chris: What was with the whole Ouija Board thing

Lacie: I really don't know, it was Halloween a few days ago, so when I wrote the plan for this chapter I was feeling kind of, devily, so yeah. But please everyone, DO NOT use this game. I've officially scared myself just reading comments about them, and seeing how its used, please do Lacie a favor and don't do it please!

Chris: The more you tell someone to not use something, the more they'll want to do it

Lacie: I know, I might as well be saying 'Here! Enjoy your game' But anyway guys, I just wanted to share this with you. This little intro thingies, and ending thingies, I sort of picture them like Clary, Chris and I, are in a radio station, and we're talking into these sort of microphone things, sitting in chairs, and stuff, just in a little comfy room, so when characters come and go, they exit through a door.

Clary: Really? I kind of just pictured us, as like, we're just here

Chris: Me too

Lacie: Well I tell you this because I am leaving the door open for characters to come in. Usually its locked and closed.

Chris: WHAT

Clary: YAY visitors!

Chris: NO WE DID NOT DISCUSS THIS. LACIE LISTEN TO ME

Lacie: *ignores Chris* hello lovelywonderbeautimazing readers! Thanks for readin this so far, and please remember to review! In your review, leave a character who you would like to walk into my little imaginary radio mind, fanfiction station, and whoever is asked for the most shall be in next chapters little skits!

Chris: NO ONE REVIEW

Lacie: The more you tell someone to not do something the more they'll want to do it :P