The Angel to Balance the Demon

by Lacie-Abyss

Sebastian is back to take Clary from her friends and family, offering to leave them alone if she come peacefully. Clary despises him, but will time and a change in his behavior cause her to soften up to him, or will she still choose her friends over the demon that is her brother? After COLS. COMPLETE AFTER A YEAR AND A MONTH.

30. Inside the Mansion

Clary: *walks into studio with a shirt saying JPP (Jace Protection Program)*

Chris: *sees this and takes the spongy thingie off of his microphone and throws it at her* GET OUT

Clary: *looks down at her shirt and purposely gets all up in his face so that he can see it up close* IS THIS A PROBLEM FOR YOU?

Chris: This fanfic is the only Chris/Clary one in existence and you tarnish that by wearing that, that, monstrosity!

Clary: Well maybe in the fanfic, but in TMI I happen to love Jace very much

Chris: MY EARS. LOOK WHAT YOU DID. NOW THEY DON'T WORK. WHAT YOU JUST SAID RUINED MY EARS!

Lacie: *walks into the room with her phone at her ear and is talking to someone* so yeah, we're starting in like two minutes so-*sees what's going in* …..I have to hang up, bye. GUYS WHAT IS GOING ON HERE

Chris: *so upset all he can do is point angrily at Clary's shirt*

Clary: Chris is mad because of my shirt! I happen to like it very much

Chris: Take it off! Don't wear it in my presence!

Clary: No then I'll be shirtless!

Chris: I don't mind at all.

Clary: Of course you wouldn't! You know what? I ordered pizza earlier and I was gonna share with you but now I take it back, you can't have any!

Lacie: Um guys, I need to say something,

Chris: I don't care for your pizza!

Clary: I don't care for you!

Lacie: GUYS! *uses authoress powers that she hasn't used in a long time because she tries not to and makes gags appear in their mouths* Much better, now what I'm trying to say is-

Chris: *Mumbles too* (translation: I should disown you!)

Lacie: *sits down in her spinny chair* Clary are you still having problems with your spinny chair?

Clary: *shakes head and sits down*

Chris: *also sits but very angrily*

Lacie: You two, have some serious issues.

Clary: *removes gag* not my fault you decided to write a fanfic between me and my brother while I'm still dating Jace

Chris: technically we're not even together right now, so it doesn't even matter *turns head* and you're not even seeing Jace right now.

Clary: that doesn't mean I can't support my boyfriend!

Chris: That word. Don't say that b-word. Why don't you go flirt with Emery, huh?

Clary: Wait, are you jealous?

Lacie: *quickly turns off both of their microphones before they start to use inappropriate language* Well then, thanks to all of you who reviewed last chapter, but MANY OF YOU HAVE DISAPPEARED COMPLETELY. Where are you? Are you out buying JPP shirts or something? Come back! Anyway, I seriously loved all the reviews that I've been getting, you guys think that I don't even look at them BUT I DO. I even reply to them! Some of you have made it so that I can't send messages to you though. do you not want to talk to me? Oh well, I still appreciate that you read this and take time to look at it. I love all of my wonderlovelyfantamazing readers out there, we have a special guest below, so read till the end, and I DON'T OWN TMI. Why? WHY DON'T I OWN IT D:

Enjoy!

Clary POV

In the end, it had taken all of Clary's persuasion abilities and a lot of pulling the 'But I'm your niece,' card to convince Emery to NOT play Shark's and Minnows. He had already summoned up a school of actually sharks and minnows and was telling Clary to jump into the water with them by the time she told him that they really shouldn't play because it was 'old school' and that no one played it anymore. Well, not true, she would still play it, but not with actual frickin sharks in cold water.

He had been a bit disappointed, but after playing a few rounds of to scale chess, (where the pieces were actual old statues that Clary could have sworn came from museums including the thinker that posed as Clary's bishop and the Moai statue heads from Easter Island that played as Clary's pawns) in which Clary lost hopelessly, and after having an excellent dinner feast in which he summoned foods from alsmot every single culture she could possibly think of (and more) he finally gave in to her constant reminders that it was time to get a move on and send her to get the book.

"I honestly don't see your reason to worry," Emery pined after he had made the last of the Moai heads return to their rightful place at Easter Island. Luckily, that day the island of Alcatraz was closed to tourists so Emery and her weren't being bothered. "I mean, the guy you're trying to help is in hell, it's not like he's going anywhere."

"Exactly! How's he gonna get out? And it's hell, do you know what sort of things are in hell?" Clary exclaimed, and before he could answer she shouted, "Of course you don't and I don't either so it's best not to risk it and get him out as soon as possible."

I've already wasted three months as it is…..who knows what could have gone on throughout all of this time?

Clary tried to swallow back her worries as they lumped up in her throat. Chris wasn't just a normal Shadowhunter, she tried to convince herself, he was a strong half Greater Demon who could take care of himself. At least she hoped he could.

"Oh alright," Emery let up, "Let's get you ready to save your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." Clary had said automatically, the words just streaming through her lips before she registered their meaning.

"Oh no?" his lips quirked up and he removed his hat so that his hazel eyes glinted suspiciously in the sunlight, "The way you've been worrying and pining about this you'd think he's someone very special to you."

"Duh," Clary spoke, "He's my brother." Clary had already assessed that Emery wouldn't give her away to the Clave, so why not tell him a small detail? "Meaning he's also your nephew, technically."

If this meant anything of any importance to Emery, he sure didn't show it. He continued to look at her as if he were trying to pick apart her thoughts when now that she thought about, not even she knew what she thought.

What was Chris to her? She cared about him, no, she's already gone over this, she LOVED him. But howww did she love him? Love him like a brother, because she can admit that she loves and care about him, but does her love extend that barrier? They'd certainly done more than a normal brother and sister would do to express their love, last time she checked sibling don't kiss each other. Unless they were Egyptians or some ancient family trying to keep the blood line strong and flowing, which is really gross in Clary's opinion, because honestly, who forces their children to marry each other? That's just sick and wrong and –getting off track.

But in all honesty, what were these emotions that constantly rattled in her heart whenever she so much as briefly thought about her brother? Was what she did with Chris merely herself influenced by her inner Sebastian? It had to be, but then again, when Clary thought about it, she didn't exactly regret kissing her brother, now if anyone else found out about it, then maybe yes, but would she do it again?

Her heart said yes.

She'd do it again, because that meant that she'd have him back again. And when she did have him back, she'd never let him out of her sight.

But it was because she wanted to, because she wouldn't regret it at all, that startled her the most. She remembered with Jace, when she thought that he was her brother, she was kind of against it, not as much as he was, but there was still that disgust that he was her brother that set an impassable abyss that she couldn't cross. In the end, she had decided that she just didn't care that he was her brother (even though it didn't matter because he wasn't), but still, throughout the time that she thought they were in fact siblings, even she could see the faint line between the two of them that said "DO NOT PASS."

But she didn't even see the line with Chris, who was in fact her brother. And she couldn't care less about it either.

So, did that mean that she did care for him more than a sister should? Was the fact that she was willing to go to certain extents with him enough to make him more than that to her? She didn't care about the situation as much as she did with Jace, and the thought of being with him, his arms around her, that should have brought horrible regret and disgust to her, just like it used to. But it didn't. Instead she felt like a bunch of butterflies were having playing mortal combat in her stomach and she didn't know how to control them.

And then there was Jace.

Clary couldn't help it, where Chris came into her head, Jace quickly followed, along with perhaps the most guilt she's ever had. She didn't know what was between them now. Didn't know how Jace felt about her anymore. Didn't know how exactly she felt about him either. It was as if her heart had doubled in space and that space had been filled with Chris, because she still loved and cared about Jace, but her emotions were so conflicted, she didn't even know what to think.

And it was even harder to think with Emery staring at her like that.

"Can you not?" She told him.

"Not what?" His eyes hadn't moved.

"Not look at me like I'm some puzzle that you know how to solve and you're watching as I struggle to solve it."

"A puzzle huh? So does that mean that you're conflicted with something, or perhaps someone?"

"Are we gonna do this or should I just knock your head off right now?" Clary said normally as if she were talking about the weather.

"I'm just saying," he shrugged as he placed his cap back on, concealing his curly red hair and covering his eyes so that she could only see to the middle of the bridge of his nose, "Remember, I can read people. And something tells me that you're having problems," he pointed to where his heart was, "Right here."

"Emery…"she growled.

"Alright," he held his hands up in defeat, "You're a big girl who doesn't need therapy or to talk her problems out. I'm cool with that."

"I have bigger issues." She agreed.

They were in the parade ground, the only place big enough that held their massive checker board, which was now gone, and Clary proceeded to walk towards one of the buildings. Surprisingly, she found none of these buildings as creepy or eerie as she thought they may be. People were always going on about, 'Oh Alcatraz it's so spooky and haunted and the cells are so creepy' but maybe it was just that she's seen scarier that makes her unafraid. The sun was setting, it was around evening, and she cursed herself for letting things go on this long.

"So this is what you have to know," Emery told her as they stepped into the cell house again. "The mansion where the book I held has many alarms and trigger spells that's supposed to warn the hosts about any intruders about the place. Anyone who has to get in is that does not already live or serve the head vampire is only admitted in by a warlock who Portals them inside and adjusts the alarms so that they temporarily don't set them off. Luckily for you, I know almost every single one of those alarms, so when I Portal you there, I'll make sure you don't get caught."

"Almost every single one?" Clary asked suspiciously.

"There may or may not be one or two that are in there that I don't know about, but don't worry about them too much." He waved his hand like the possibility of her getting caught was nothing.

"How am I supposed to know where the book is? It's in a huge mansion, but where? she asked as he started to create a Portal on the wall on the inside of a cell.

"I'll guide you," he stole her as the Portal was finished, and he stepped back to reveal an enormous room, it looked like it could hold the best of balls. It gave off the feeling that it was a waiting room though, weird.

"Wait, you're coming with me?" she questioned.

He shook his head, "I have no intention on leaving the island, I'll simply talk in your head to let you know where to go."

Clary's eyebrows tilted in confusion, "You can speak in minds? I thought only Silent Brothers did that."

"You'd be surprised what you can learn in a millennia," Emery's voice slipped into her mind, and she found it to be exactly like when a Silent Brother would speak to her, albeit a bit less creepy. He pointed into the Portal, "Well, on your way, I'll watch you until you get the book, then I'll open the Portal for you to get out."

"Alright," she shook her head, and then decided to think it, "Okay, but I also have something that can transport me home in case there's an emergency. So I'll use it in case I can't make it to the Portal." Though she could Portal herself, she found that drawing one took time, and even if she practiced so that it would only take seconds to make one, those seconds could be crucial to her in a certain situation, so instead she started using the little trinket that Chris had used to Portal them home. It was a weird necklace that she kept in her pocket at all times, fully charged and ready for when she needed a quick escape.

Emery didn't ask her about it, and as Clary walked into the small and cramped cell her gave her a normal black back pack. When she gave him a look he simply said, "You'll need to put the book into something," and stepped back as far as he could so that she was prepared to jump into the Portal, but at the last second her curiosity got the better of her.

"How come you're here?" it escaped her before she could think better.

He looked at her in a way that made her skin crawl, because of those eyes. She was standing about two feet from him, given the small room, and though he wasn't much taller, she could see up his cap and into his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Here," she gestured her hand to the island itself, "I mean, you're immortal, you can do anything. You can go anywhere, you can spend your time doing things that no one can accomplish in an average lifetime, so what are you doing lazing around here for?"

Perhaps it was her ignorance on what it was like to be immortal, but she just didn't get it.

Emery smiled at her, it wasn't a smirk, or a knowing smile, it was filled with wisdom that Clary knew she'd never be able to understand.

"Sometimes, when I'm outside, looking as another day goes by, I ask myself the same thing." He took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair, and Clary watched and recognized it as a habit of his, "But if I'm immortal, why should I only live in one way? Why shouldn't I live as a monk? Or a rock star? Or a college kid? Or a prisoner? I've got all this time, might as well live a whole bunch of experiences. Besides, once you see the world, sometimes it's a little hard to see that no matter how much it's changed, it's never going back."

Clary didn't ask anything else.

With one last look at her great something warlock uncle, she hopped into the Portal.

Simon POV

"Magnus? Really?" Simon struggle to speak as he sputtered snow out of his mouth.

"You are all in the wrong!" Magnus cried indignantly, "Having a snowball fight without me! You should all be hanged!"

Jace took off his jacket, shaking off the large amount that had entered through it. "Magnus I swear if I get a cold…."

"Oh you'll live! You've survived worse, you're a Shadowhunter after all."

"Speak for them! Oh dude," Jordan looked at Jace as he shook some more snow flurries from the inside of his shirt, and even Simon could see him shivering in the cold, "you're getting snow all over the place!"

Jace looked at him through the corner of his eye, "And you smell like wet dog."

"That's not funny."

Simon sighed as Jace and Jordan had to be held back by Maia and Izzy as they readied to launch into a verbal attack. He glanced at Alec, who was helping Izzy get the snow out of her hair.

They had been in the middle of an amazing snowball fight. It had been guys against girls, where he was sure that they'd beat Izzy and Maia, given that it was three against two, but girl play dirty. They use whatever tactics and mind games that they can to win. Don't shake your head you female reader! You know you would do it!

They had been in front of the house, running around like a bunch of five years olds, but they had gone all out, building forts and hiding in trees and using the tree branches as weapons, it had been going pretty great until a certain warlock appeared with Alec and got all touchy.

He'd been so upset that they started without him that he made all of the snow from around them gather up into a huge storm above them and swirl around them like a snow globe for five minutes. Simon had snow in places where snow should never be in.

Even now, as they stood in his and Jordan's living room, everyone but him (and Magnus and Alec) were numb and freezing as they shook off their wet clothes. By now their floor looked more like a wet beach than a carpet, considering all of the melting snow. Maia looked like she was sweating because all of the snow on her head was melting. Simon still had little icicles on the tips of his hair, but then again, he didn't have any body heat to melt it off.

"Magnus this was a brand new jacket!" Izzy yelled at him as she hugged her brother (now snow free), "Plus that is no way to greet us after three whole months of your Mexican escape. I'd be surprised you two didn't elope!"

Alec changed three shades of red in about two point two seconds, and Simon couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. Magnus's personality is all 'HERE I AM. BOW IN MY PRESENCE' and Alec, well Alec was just there.

"Oh fine, if you're all going to complain about it," Magnus waved his hands in the air and suddenly all of their drenched clothes were instantly dry cleaned. By the looks of how everyone's cheeks lost that rosy pink 'I've been in the cold all day' color, and that they all seemed to relax and stop hugging their elbows, Simon guessed that Magnus made them feel all warm inside too.

"Well, now that everyone's comfortable," He lounged on the couch, taking up all of the space that should have accommodated about four, "What's the plan?"

"We're going to need a Portal," Jace explained quickly how they needed to go to Sharon's.

Magnus sighed histrionically, "Why is it always me that has to do the magical things? Why can't you guys ever just call and say, 'Hey fab-mag-ulous! Let's go out to see a movie!' Or 'Hey Magnus, let's go out to dinner?' No it's always 'Magnus do this magic thing because we can't do anything on our own'" he scowled.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what people will say if they see us together in public-oof!-" Jordan was cut off by a quick jab in the ribs by Maia.

"So are you going to help or not?" Jace asked with a dark look in his eyes, his hands folded across his chest.

"Oh fine, fine, I'll be your puppet once more," Magnus rolled his eyes. "Besides if it weren't for you guys I wouldn't be in on all the news that goes on in the Clave."

"Wait," Alec spoke up for the first time, making everyone look to him. He tensed up, as if shocked that everyone was actually paying attention to him, but continued talking, "Izzy, you guys are breaking into a vampire mansion?" His tone was condescending, like a parent telling their kids when they were doing something bad.

"Relax Alec, and yes we're going there, we need the book, but wait Magnus," she looked to the warlock, "Do you still have that book that you used during the ritual? It could save us all of this trouble!"

Jace looked hopeful for about two seconds before Magnus shook his head. "I made a promise to the Clave –a binding one that will greatly punish me if I broke it- if I were to give up to whereabouts of that book. I had to give it to the Silent Brothers for safekeeping, where they have it so that no one can find it."

"But aren't you breaking your promise now? I mean you're helping us get a book just like it." Simon questioned.

"I promised to not tell where the book I had was, not the one you are looking for, which reminds me," Magnus looked to them, "How do you all know that this book was hidden in a vampire coven?"

"Did you know Magnus?" Alec quickly asked him.

"I don't know where the coven is. That book was hidden away long before I was working along with the Clave, but I knew that it was hidden by a vampire family. So how did you guys find out?"

Everyone looked to Simon on this, and he internally groaned as he quickly explained the Sharon thing, all the while Izzy not meeting his eye.

"Oh, you were right to break things off now," Magnus chirped, "Trust me, vampire girls are clingy, don't get caught up with them." He gave Alec a quick look that Simon didn't understand, but he decided to leave it be.

"Izzy, I don't like this," Alec warned, "You could get in trouble."

This time, Jace spoke up, "Trouble or not, I'm going. I need that book. If there's any chance it can help me I'm taking it."

"And I'm going with him." Izzy added.

The three siblings exchanged looks with each other, and from those looks, Simon was able to interpret one thing: Jace and Isabelle were not letting up, and they were questioning whether or not Alec would be joining them.

"Come on Alec," Izzy said, "If you're that worried, then come with us."

"Yeah, keep us from breaking too many rules," Jace smirked, but from the look on his face Simon could tell that he was secretly glad that his parabatai would come with him.

Alec relented. "Alright, but if we get caught I'm saying you two kidnapped me."

"I can live with that." Izzy smiled.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Jace said with a knowing grin.

"Simon, come here." Simon turned his head to see that Magnus had walked into the kitchen, already starting to create the Portal that would send them to Sharon's. Hopefully, this wouldn't backfire on them, but with their luck, everything would go horribly wrong. Huzzah.

Calling up as many details as he could, Simon helped Magnus with Portal, considering that the warlock had never been there, so it took some effort on both of their parts.

By the time they were finished, it was the start of the evening as Simon and Magnus entered the living room to see that the others had started a game of Mario Kart again.

"Can someone explain to me how Alec got all the way in first place!?" Jordan roared as Alec pressed random buttons on the controller, looking as if he were unsure of what he was doing.

"Guys what am I doing wrong? Are you all supposed to be going in the opposite direction as I am?" Isabelle looked completely confused, and Simon laughed as her character was indeed going in the opposite direction.

"Yes," Everyone said, not bothering to correct her.

"Oh okay."

"Jace don't you dare-" Maia then swore loudly as she was blown off course. Jace shrugged, it was either you or that green dinosaur."

"Oh my God I'm in fourth place!" Jordan stood up as if they extra height would help him, "I can see Alec, he's almost to the finish line!" he added dreadfully.

"Oh that's what that is," Alec realized.

"Guys I am not moving up in the ranks, how come I'm still in last place, and why is there a little guy in the corner holding up a sign that says I have to make a U-turn?" Izzy piped up again.

"He's lying-"

"Just ignore him-"

"It's just to confuse you-"

"FOURTH PLACE, NO!" Jordan shouted angrily as he threw the controller down. He looked towards Alec and groaned, "Why?!"

"It's in our blood," Jace answered plainly as he ended up in second place. Maia had ended up with third.

"You two aren't even related!" Jordan shouted.

"Well we are parabatai."

"Alright, that's enough." Magnus finally waved all of their attention towards him, though Jordan was still fuming.

"Portal's ready, I'm assuming everyone's ready to go?" he asked around.

"I need weapons," Jace suddenly spoke but Magnus raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a bunch of Shadowhunter necessities appeared on the ground. While the three siblings stocked up, Jordan, Maia and Simon looked to Magnus.

"Are you coming with us Magnus?" Maia asked him.

"Oh no," he said immediately, "If I go and we get caught I'll be in major trouble with the Clave. I have a perfect record with them and I don't need you all tarnishing it."

"But you do a bunch of things against the Clave's orders," Simon brought up.

Magnus raised his fingers to his lips, "What the Clave doesn't know, won't hurt me."

"Don't you mean, 'won't hurt them'?" Jordan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"But if I said that, it would be a lie now wouldn't it?" he winked.

As soon as everyone was all ready to go, they all lined up in the kitchen. Magnus gave Alec a quick peck on the cheek, and Simon was shoved up to the front so he would be the first to enter.

"Man I don't like these things," Jordan shuddered as he peered into the Portal which displayed the waiting room that Simon had first had to wait for Sharon in. "Does it ever get any easier to jump through them?"

"Not really," Isabelle answered, "But after a couple of tries you learn to land gracefully instead of stumbling through them."

"Here goes something," Simon walked through the Portal, and immediately he felt the uncomfortable sensation that came with traveling through Portals. Pretty soon though, he instinctively touched ground, and the world came into focus.

The place looked pretty much the same as he could barely remember it, the tall marble columns and wrap around balcony and many bookshelves, fire place that illuminated the whole room and water fountain in the middle of it all looking as impressive as the first time.

Taking a few steps away from the Portal, he waited as everyone made their way through. Alec came last, and as he waved at Magnus before the Portal disappeared, he said, "Magnus said that he'll be opening a Portal in about an hour in the same place, so we've go until then."

"Can't we just call him?" Maia asked, "Wait my phone doesn't have any bars, stupid magic…."

Jordan whistled, "This place is huge. You said this was their waiting room? This place could store a whole house with a front and back yard and still have space to park about ten cars…"

"Where to now?" Jace was eyeing the whole room, his body language looking relaxed and in his comfort zone, but the hard look in his face said that he was ready for anything.

"Uhh, give me a second," Simon thought hard to try to remember which way Sharon had pulled him through to get to her room. "I remember that there's this secret library in her room, that's where I saw the book, hopefully she'd not in there though."

"We'll have to come up with a distraction if she is in there," Alec said in a quiet voice, he was observing the water fountain, "We don't want anyone seeing us."

"I remember we went through that doorway," Simon said as he led the way towards the entrance to the hallway that Sharon had led him through the other day. He was greeted by brick hallways and staircases.

Oh no….

"What's holding you up Daylighter?" Jace prodded him from behind.

"I don't remember…" Simon concentrated intensely. Nothing, all he remembered was the dread of telling Sharon what he felt for her nothing, or rather his lack of feelings for her, and that they'd somehow come across her room. But how they got there…

"If I were a dark evil book that could send someone to hell, where would I be?"

"Oh great," Jace muttered, "You don't even know the way to where it is do you?"

"This place is huge okay?" Simon tried to defend himself.

"Guys, keep quiet!" Alec hissed, his eyes darting around as if he expected someone to come rushing towards them.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone around, though," Izzy brought up, "Was it like this when you came here Si?"

He nodded, "It was empty." Then he said, "Sharon's room is a set of black double doors with golden doorknobs and a lot of posters all over it, I'm pretty sure it's the only one in this place like that."

"At least we know what to look for," Maia said, putting her hand on her hip. "So what do we do? Go through every hallway here until we see it?"

"I don't see any other way, we might as well go through every door while we're at it too," Jace walked down the hallway, standing in front of a door in the hallway, "Might as well start here." He drew a rune in his hand, then placed his hand on the door, probably to listen in on what was on the other side of it.

"Wait Jace, I'm pretty sure that's not the door we went through." Simon told him.

"How do you know there aren't other ways around?" he removed his hand after deciding that no one was in there, and drew an Opening rune on the knob.

"I'm just saying-"

"Maybe there's a staircase behind here." Jace interrupted, and he pulled the door open.

Simon was only able to make out that the door that Jace opened led to a broom closet before a horrible wailing sound emitted from all around the hallway. It shrilled in his sensitive ears and he actually had to place his hands over them.

"What did you do?" Maia shouted over the alarm as everyone peered around them. Jace had shut the door but it had done nothing to stop the alarm.

"Guys!" Alec called to them as he peered through the crack of the door they had come through, "We better run."

Knowing nowhere else to go, they all broke into a run down the hallway, and Simon vaguely heard the sounds of pounding footsteps coming from the waiting room.

Oh no…..

Clary POV

What's going on?

Clary flattened herself against the shadows of a particularly dark hallway as three vampires zoomed straight past her, a horrible high pitched and ambient alarm ringing in her ears that suddenly had suddenly sounded without her knowing why.

Someone tripped an alarm, Emery spoke in her mind as Clary slipped into another hallway before another vampire and their human subjugates could see her as they ran in the same direction as the past vampires had gone in. The alarm is somewhere on the first floor, near the waiting room.

The room I first came into? Clary asked.

Yes, take the staircase on your left.

Clary did as she was told, going up the staircase three steps at a time. She'd only been in the mansion for about ten minutes, moving patiently as Emery disabled alarm after alarm. So far she'd encountered no obstacles, and for a scary minute she thought that she had been the one to cause the alarm.

Wait, but if someone tripped the alarm, then that means they also snuck in. Who else would try to get in?

Emery's voice resonated in her head instantly, That's what I'd like to know. Second doorway on your right, hold up, let me take off the alarm, they can still find you even though the alarm is on…..

Clary waited patiently before Emery gave her the all clear and she was able to get through. The alarm wasn't getting any quieter, and Clary had to keep dodging into corners and sneaking into doorways to avoid the vampires and subjugates that seemed to appear out of nowhere. There certainly wasn't anyone around before the alarm went off.

Who had set it off though?

As Emery gave her what he said were the last directions to the book, all thoughts of who had invaded the houses as well left her with the prospect of getting her hands on what she needed.

Simon POV

"Come on Delgy!" Simon tried to negotiate, "I thought we were friends!"

The purple skinned warlock seemed to disagree though, and didn't stop the flower pots that lined the halls from flying straight towards him. The flower on his head bobbed up and down hypnotically, almost maliciously.

"Simon I don't think he likes you!" Isabelle pulled him into the door behind him, effectively shutting it before they heard seven pots smash against the other side. They both turned and ran. The purple warlock had found them just as they were all about to disappear into another hallway behind a doorway. Simon had been the last to enter, so Delgy had only seen him.

The hurried up with the others, who were debating which way down the hallway they should turn, left or right.

"We're looking for staircases, they're bound to be this way!" Jace barked.

"We are also running away from vampires and warlocks, so we should go this way!" Maia disagreed.

Just as Simon and Isabelle caught up with them, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the direction that Maia had pointed towards, and she heard it too because of her werewolf abilities.

"On second thought your way is starting to look appealing, let's go!" She rushed down the hallway, everyone following with Isabelle and Simon bringing up the rear.

"Guys we shouldn't let them see us!" Alec yelled over the still screeching alarm that Simon was starting to get used to. "Atlas no doubt has connections with the Clave, he could report us and get us in trouble!"

"We know Alec!" Izzy shouted at him.

They were about to turn a corridor when Maia stopped short, Jordan, Alec and Jace almost crashing into her. "Hold up, there's someone there," she mouthed. Simon was too tense to focus his senses to try to recognize someone on the other side of the hall.

They all waited nervously, Jace switching from foot to foot with impatience, until Maia said, "Alright they're gone. It was only one person, they felt short though."

"It must have been Sharon," Simon said automatically. Now that he looked at his surroundings, something was familiar with this hallway.

As they all turned the corridor, he spotted it.

"Guys that's her room!" He sprinted towards the double black doors, now void of all of the posters originally put up. She must have taken them down.

"Is it locked?" Alec asked as Simon turned the gold knobs. It clicked open.

"Are you sure she's not in-" But Jordan wasn't able to finish his question before they heard voices coming down the hallway. They rushed inside and Simon closed the door soundlessly before they were seen.

As Simon looked around the room with everyone else, he felt a huge bit of relief he never knew he was worried about as he saw that all of the band posters and stuff that Sharon had put up for Simon were gone, with the exceptions of the TV and couch and video games.

Before anyone could say anything, Simon ran towards Sharon's bed, and hoping against hope, he rummaged his hands beneath it like he'd seen Sharon do.

"Simon what are you doing? Now is no time to be looking for lost shoes under the bed!" Jace reprimanded him.

Instead of answering, Simon said, "Yes!" as he pulled out the key in victory. He rushed over to the vanity mirror, ignoring everyone as he pushed it aside and opened the small door on the other side.

Simon froze when he realized that this door too, wasn't locked. Anxiety building up inside of him, he shoved the door open, nodding to everyone to follow him in.

"Which one is it?" Isabelle tossed her hair back as she gaped at the massive storage of books.

Simon's eyes scanned the shelves as everyone else took in the seats and rather cozy looking room.

"What?" No, no, no

"What's wrong," Maia looked up, alert.

"Simon," Alec said, as he too ran his eyes through the stacks, "Where is it?"

The shelves on the walls were so scrammed that Simon doubted you could slip a piece of paper between them, but there was one spot that was empty, one where the dust in the air still floated around in anger, as if someone had just bothered it.

"It's not here." He dead panned, "Someone took it."

Clary POV

Clary is not a good plan maker. She has goals, but she never knows how she's going to reach them.

Though as she hurried through the halls, the alarm now like a constant throbbing going off in her head and her backpack a lot heavier than it had been two minutes ago, she couldn't help the enormous grin that had crept onto her face.

Now's no time for celebration, Emery must have been watching her closer than she thought, you're still not out. Didn't you have a way out or something?

I do, Clary admitted, her breath coming in even intervals as he paced herself down a set of stairs, her hair flying back as she leaped the last four, It's just that it seems like such a waste to use it now, I had been planning on using it just in case something came up, considering that this charm only works once a week, but I haven't had any trouble around here, so maybe I don't have to use it. Is there any other way out?

Even if there was you'd have a hard time getting to them, there are vampires and human subjugates running around all of the exits of the mansion. They're all trying to catch whoever set off the alarm. Emery was starting to sound distant, his voice that sounded so clearly in her mind suddenly felt like it gave a jerk, as if they were connected by paper cup phones and someone had yanked on the string.

Everything alright? Clary's tone took on a worried sound.

Some more shifting around, like static over the phone, came through before she could make out Emery's voice. The alarms around her just wouldn't shut up, and since the castle was dark because the vampires didn't need light to see, Clary's main sense came from hearing.

She just barely made out that Emery was saying, Alarms…cutting….not good connection…..Portal…..waiting room…be there before the hour ends…

Emery!?

Her mind was silent. She stopped dead center in the hallway, as if her lack of motion would help her listen. Emery? Emery?

There was no response.

Great, I'm on my own. The alarms seemed to be a lot louder and shriller now that there was no voice inside her head to distract her from them. The alarms must have interfered with his magic, and now she has to get to the waiting room before the end of the hour.

That's alright though, she has the charm, and in any case, she can use it.

However, she was curious to keep moving about the house. Not only that, but she was very curious as to who had also snuck into the vampire's mansion. Perhaps she could get a glimpse of them…..

She backtracked her route, trying to make her way towards the waiting room. It was a lot more difficult now without her talking GPS telling her where to go and when to avoid people.

Now let's not come into contact with anyone Clary, remember you want to get out of here with as little conflict as possible. You're a wanted criminal in the Clave's eyes and these vampires are sure to report her immediately. I'd rather my whereabouts and activities were completely unknown…..

She had the image of her face on a huge flier, with the words WANTED written in big black letters posted on the many streetlights in Alicante.

Wanted: Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, 5'2'', has curly red hair (most of the time) and green eyes (Again, most of the time) Last seen in the courthouse of Alicante. ARMED AND DANGEROUS. CAN KILL WITH HER POWERFUL LEGS OF AWESOME. Her runes are out of this world and she's got moves that will blow your mind. If any suspicious activity is seen or any information is discovered about her whereabouts please contact your local Clave authority immediately.

Clary laughed despite herself. Okay, so maybe that's not what the poster would say, okay maybe there wasn't a poster at all.

She was so caught up in her own stupidity that she failed to notice the figure that was trailing her before it cleared its throat.

Her hands immediately went for two things in her pockets: Her seraph blade, and the charm to take her home. She had been very close to summoning the powers of the charm when she turned, expecting to see an army of vampires, when instead she was met by a little girl.

She stood at the end of the hall in which Clary stood, her hands at her sides, and her face slightly cocked to the side, as if guessing what Clary was doing there. The little girl was slightly shorter than her, her young looking face giving her the impression that she was no older than twelve or thirteen, with caramel hair that fell in curls that made Clary envious tucked loosely behind her ears. Hazel eyes bore into emerald as the two girls surveyed each other for about ten seconds, neither moving, neither breathing.

In fact, the girl never breathed. It wasn't until Clary noted the light skin tone that she realized that the little girl was a vampire.

A twinge of sympathy went through Clary as she realized that this little girl would never be able to grow up, but before it could range ever further, the vampire girl spoke.

"So, are you the one who set off the alarms?" she asked in a high preteen voice that Clary felt didn't suit her. Maybe she was faking it. But she was acting casually, so Clary went along with her.

"No, that wasn't me." It was the truth, why not say it.

"Then who are you?" The girl still hadn't moved.

"Who are you?" Clary retaliated, she hadn't moved either. Both her hands were still in her pockets.

"I'm Sharon," the girl answered. She nodded towards Clary's backpack, "What's in there."

Clary made a show of looking back at her backpack before responding, "Oh, just some stuff I need."

"What sort of stuff?" Clary didn't like this. Sharon was playing a game and they both knew it. They both knew what she had, at least Clary thought she knew, but Sharon was being a vampire; playing with her prey before she struck.

"You sure ask a lot questions, don't you?" Clary let a small smile out.

"I'm curious," Sharon shrugged.

"I'm sure you are." Clary pretended to straighten up, but in reality she had taken a step to the side so that she could be closer to the door that she had been planning on escaping through before Sharon came along. Sharon followed her movements with her eyes towards the door, but she didn't do or say anything about it.

"So," Sharon casually took a step closer, her eyes daring Clary to take one step back too, but she stayed put, "Are you planning on telling me who you are and what you're doing here?"

Clary made it look like she was thinking, and then said, "No, I wasn't really planning on it, given that I didn't think I'd meet with you, so I didn't think this would happen. So I'm just going to go along with my original plan."

"And that would be?"

"I'm going to go through this door, and leave." She admitted. "Are you going to stop me?"

"If I did, what would you do?"

"I'd fight back," Clary said in a natural way.

"Well, we don't have to fight," Sharon proposed, "You can just give back that book that's in your bag, and then you can go."

Clary didn't ask her how she knew that she had the book. It was obvious that Sharon lived in the room that Clary took the book from, so she knew what was taken.

"I don't think I can do that." Clary turned her body completely towards Sharon.

Sharon looked like she hadn't expected anything other than this, "Then I guess we have to fight."

Clary made a proposition of her own, "Or you could just let me go."

Sharon answered in a way very similar to Clary's, "I don't think I can do that."

All she could make out was Sharon's blurred body as she lunged for Clary, but Clary was already moving before she finished talking. As Sharon tried to block her from getting towards the door, Clary jumped backwards into the air, her Sebastian mode on, and whispered 'Orifiel,' and landed on her feet with a glowing seraph blade now illuminating the dark walls.

Clary didn't feel up to fighting. She'd spent the whole day messing around with Emery, and she wasn't up for going against anyone, so before any of them could make any advancing attacks, Clary bolted towards the nearest door.

"I thought you said you'd fight back, not run like a coward!" the vampire's words stirred her inner Sebastian, tempting her to stay and fight and show this girl what she was made of, but she shrugged the feeling away.

She could slightly make out Sharon's silent feet behind her, how, she never knew, her senses must have been on high alert, but that didn't help her in this situation much. She didn't know where she was going, the doorway she had gone through wasn't one that Emery had made her go through.

Emery? She called out in her mind in an attempt to see if the warlock had managed to fix a connection yet. Her own thoughts responded instead.

So no Emery, then how was she going to get out?

Relax Clary, you've escaped worse situations than this one, like you can't take out a single vampire girl, besides you have a way out, her hands went down to where the charm was in her pocket.

"So are you with him then? Are you the girl that Simon would rather be with than me?" Sharon's voice shrilled not far behind her, and Clary stopped so abruptly that Sharon almost ran right into her.

"What?" was all the escaped her.

Sharon glowered at her, "Don't think I don't have a mind. He was here, he was here yesterday and he said that he had someone else that he'd rather be with. And I saw him looking at the book in your backpack." Sharon's fangs were hanging viciously, "I should have known he just wanted to use me for my father's army and possessions, I just didn't know that he would steal them like this."

"Father?" Clary was so perplexed that she barely stepped back as Sharon bared her nails at her, attempting to rake them across Clary's face. The first one missed, but Sharon had a second punch that caught Clary on her rib cage.

Pain exploded on her left side, but she turned with the blow, so that her leg shot out and caught Sharon in the middle, kicking her back several feet. As Clary pulled out her seraph blade, the vampire girl already on her feet, her mind worked a mile a minute.

Her mind tried to hook onto what was perhaps her last conversation with Simon. Trying to concentrate while flipping into the air and attempting to knock Sharon out, she remembered a few words that had slipped out from Simon while she was chained in bed.

"Oh yeah, but then I argued that half of our little army consisted of vampires I brought in, so I helped a lot…."

He'd never really explained to her what that had been about, but Clary tried to piece things together. During their fight in Athens, which felt like it was so long ago, there had been many vampires, and Clary had wondered how the Clave had convinced them to all gather up just to find Chris and her, but then Simon said that he was the one who gathered them up. If Sharon was saying that her father had lent Simon the army…

Her thought process was cut off as another one of Sharon's attacks nearly missed her chest, right where her heart beat with adrenaline pouring through her veins.

Sharon was mad, you could tell by the way that she really wanted to tear her head out. She said that Simon left her for a girl, but Clary wasn't that girl. The who-

Oh my gosh! She momentarily fangirled, Simon and Isabelle are dating!

Her moment of glee for her best friend died as she realized that because of that, she was here facing the wrath of a very pissed of vampire girl.

The things I'd do for you, Simon.

As Clary ducked as rolled, quickly standing up and kicking Sharon in the back, sending her sprawling onto the ground, Clary ran down a set up medieval looking stairs. Where was she? The walls around her seemed to spiral downwards, and Clary knew that she had gone too far down. But there was no point in going up now.

She was just about to stop to see if Sharon was still after her, when the vampire herself flung from a step and crashed down onto her.

They rolled down the stairs in a tangle of fangs and hair and claws and nails and blades. Clary could feel her face receiving many scratches, as well her feel her shoulders and legs getting banged around from rolling down the stairs, but she also felt herself scratch Sharon with her blade across her arm, so that Sharon screeched and tried to bite her. Clary somehow managed to smack her face in the awkward embrace that they were in as they tumbled down step upon step.

Just as they stairs ended, they both crashed onto the floor. The wind was knocked out of Clary's lungs, and Sharon took this as an advantage to stomp down onto her stomach.

Clary's hands just barely grasped Sharon's cold ankle as she nearly crushed her, and using all of her strength, she threw Sharon aside, making her fly about ten feet backwards. Propping herself up, she quickly scanned the room they were in before Sharon could retaliate.

They looked like they were in some evil dungeon. The ceiling was a little more than twenty feet tall, and the ground was covered in cold cobblestones. There were actually lit torches around even intervals in the room along the brick walls, and as Clary looked made a double take, she saw several torture devices that made her skin crawl.

There were manacles drilled into the walls, as well slanted tables with leather straps meant to tie a person down, an Iron Maiden lay menacingly against the far wall that was fifty meters opposite of the stairs that they had left from, another set of stairs also next to it.

Whips and chains and metal balls with spikes and sort of creepy stuff were lying about, and Clary could only curse her luck as she saw Sharon pick up what looked like a very sharpened trident.

Out of all the places you could have wandered into Clary…..

Sharon stood between her and the other staircase, and Clary was just about to consider running for the stairs that they had tumbled down from when Sharon screamed.

It was horrible. A vampire's scream wasn't like a mortal's, it pierced into your ears and was horrid to hear. Clary had cringed as her sensitive ears took in the sound.

When Sharon stopped screaming, she said, "I just called for more guards. If you think you're escaping out of here in one piece you're truly mistaken."

Clary was about to call her bluff, to tell her that there was no way that her guards would be able to hear her from this deep room, when her ears picked up the sound of footsteps. They were feint, but even she could tell that they came not only from the staircase behind her, but from the one behind Sharon too. She was about to become surrounded.

Not without a fight I'm not….

Throwing away her previous notion to not want to hurt Sharon, she slashed forward at her with her seraph blade, cutting a gash onto her thigh. As Sharon bared back her fangs in a try to bite Clary, she ducked went behind Sharon, and gripped both of her hands behind her back, pulling onto them hard.

Sharon struggled and kicked and bit into the air, but Clary's hold on her was like iron.

Clary threatened, "Don't move," she had her seraph blade pressed into the back of Sharon's neck, "Tell your cronies off."

The vampire laughed, "As if." Her voice didn't sound so little girl-ish anymore. It was more of a growl now.

She distinctly heard the footsteps running around in the hallway that they had come from.

Sharon tried to shout, "In hee-!" Clary was only able to smash the back of her blade down onto Sharon's skull, so hard that she felt the bone break.

The impact was so hard that Sharon was shocked into silence, but it hadn't helped. Her voice had carried up, and now she could hear a huge mass coming down the stairs. She strained her ears. There were about thirty of them, maybe more, not all of them were vampires though, some more loud and clumsy than others, so she had to assume that they were human subjugates.

Clary quickly dropped Sharon to the ground, placing a foot over the small of her back to keep her down, adjusted the straps of her backpack to make sure it was secure, and brandished another blade.

She balanced her choices. She could use Sharon as an advantage and threaten to kill her if they don't let her out, or she could just fight her way through all of them. One way or another, she felt like that was how things were going to turn out. Sharon stirred beneath her and Clary got off her and decided to hide beside the staircase so that they wouldn't see her when they first emerged.

Crouching beside it, she looked towards the opposite side of the room, where the other stair way had become silent. Maybe she could escape through them…..

Her eyes detected movement, and suddenly Sharon was no longer on the ground. Clary had begun to walk towards the other set of stairs, when Sharon pounced on her again.

Unfortunately, at this time, the guards she had screamed for were also there.

Rolling over so that she was in a defensive crouch, Clary swung both blades and Sharon, one of the nicking her across the cheek, and managed to jump over her before a rather large vampire sprinted towards her.

She hadn't been wrong. Around thirty new figures stood in the cold dungeon, and all of the crowded around Sharon. One of them inspected her wounds, most of them now healed because of her vampire qualities.

"Get her," Sharon shrugged, as if it didn't matter to her what happened to Clary.

She exploded into movement. One second she here, the next she was there and somewhere else. With all these attackers, she couldn't have a moment's hesitation. She cut and slashed and kicked and punched and once or twice even head butted so hard that she could feel her brain rattling in her skull.

Her limbs moved on their own accord, the rush of battle directing her where to move, how to move, who to attack and so on. She didn't leave anyone who attacked alone, not even the human subjugates, who looked like a single jab with her finger would break their emaciated bodies in two.

There was blood covering her now, both hers and the vampires and humans. As she crouched to avoid a springing vampire, one of them dug their nails deep into her shoulder, causing her to scream in agony as red hot blood poured down her pale shoulders. Her scream echoed in the dungeon, followed along with a thud as she yanked the vampire off of her and flung him across with his comrades. The fire lot along the walls cast flickering dances shadows as they all jumped and moved, the light giving Clary a strange, dream-like feeling, her stinging wounds the only thing that reminded her that this was reality.

Vaguely, she heard a rush of more feet coming from the other stair case, and Clary internally groaned. Was she going to have to finish off with all of these Downworlders? Clary didn't like to kill, though she was a Shadowhunter, but these guys didn't have to die.

But there was no way she was going to get out of there without that book.

She couldn't reach her charm, if she took her attention away from the fight for more than a second she was dead, so she fought on, her attacks getting more and more vicious. Where her attacks were mostly defensive and attempting to keep them back while she made a way for the stairs, she found herself having to stab at the vampires, burying her blade all the way to the hilt and almost severing limbs.

The vague footsteps were a lot more noticeable now, but something was off about them. They were louder, not extremely loud, but not vampire soft either.

Clary turned her back on the staircase as the vampires started using the weapons that lined the torture room. Two of them were even standing by the Iron Maiden, waiting for their fellows to grab Clary and stuff her in there.

Ducking before an enormous mace could crash into her skull, she didn't notice as one of them held an iron pole above one of the lit fires, making it turn red hot, and smashed it onto her back.

It was funny how when something hurts, for the first two seconds you don't register the pain. Clary could feel the hot iron on her back, burning through her shirt, scalding and probably blackening her skin, but she felt nothing then. It wasn't until she had thrown her blade, making it lodge itself into the vampire's throat, that she shrieked.

Pain. It throbbed like a welt on her back and she winced. The other vampires saw this and decided to copy the now dead vampire. Usually vampires despise fire, but they were careful to not get it near them, as they all no brandished their red hot weapons.

There was a cut on Clary's ankle that she hadn't noticed before that was bleeding profusely, and as she shifted on it, she realized that it was either broken or sprained or something. Her stele was in her pants, but she couldn't take the time to get it out and draw an iratze, so she kept fighting.

There were already several dead vampires strewn all over the dungeon, and the others paid them no mind, stepping over them as if they were rags.

Emery? She called weakly, but knew that it was no use.

Sharon was back on her feet, and a black coiled whip was held elegantly in her hands. Clary dodged it, seized it, and used it to attack a vampire women who was right behind her.

Clary's back was still to the staircase, where the footsteps were slower and quieter now, as if cautiously coming down, readying to catch her by surprise, probably.

Oh no you don't.

Giving a human subjugate with a sword a kick in the hip, she spun around, her blades cracked but still glowing, and was ready to stick them into the heads of the first vampire that came out from the stairs.

The instant she turned, her whole world made a huge flip.

It was as if someone had pulled a rug out from under her, sending her sprawling onto her back.

She didn't blink, her body frozen. The vampires and such behind her stopped moving too, or maybe it was just her imagination.

Even the flames on the walls had kept still.

Her throat was dry, and she could taste her blood coating her teeth. She must have bit her tongue without knowing it.

The person in front of her was acting in a similar fashion as she was, only they didn't have weapons.

Her voice made an attempt to speak, but before she could say their name in question, someone else beat her to it.

"SIMON!" Sharon's voice yelled rang through her ears, snapping Clary out of her reverie so that she could focus again.

There he was, standing in front of her, dark eyes and long brown hair like she'd always known him. Her best friend in the whole world. He was standing a few steps up, looking down at her as if he didn't know whether to blink in fear that she'd disappear. Clary then noticed, that he wasn't alone. For a second, she noticed Isabelle, Alec, Maia, Jordan, and Jace, all of them looking as if they didn't know what was going on.

Clary was about to say something, but it what it was, she never knew, because suddenly, Simon's eyes widened on something behind her, and she knew.

It happened before she was able to react. Suddenly she was facing Simon, the next she was falling over, about to fall onto the cold floor, her back feeling like it was on fire. She couldn't register anything. Only that the world had gone quiet. Or was it because she was screaming?

Hot blood poured down her back, and she wrenched herself from her stupor, immediately wishing she hadn't.

Sharon had thrown an axe onto her back. The axe had sliced right into the backpack on her back, saving her from most of the impact but the force that Sharon had thrown it was so great and the axe so sharp that had gone right through everything, impaling her as well. A gaping mouth of red was left slashed across her vertebrate, and she was left to gasp as the pain flared.

She could feel Simon catch her, and hand her over to Isabelle and Maia as he rushed into the room. She was able to hear his shouting, and soon more sounds of fighting broke out, and she felt Alec, Jace, and Jordan join him. Maia left to help too, because now there was only one voice in whispering in her ear.

"Oh my God Clary, Oh my God," She could feel Izzy trying to draw an iratze on her, but her wound was too great.

I have to get out of here.

Her hand moved weakly, and pain was thrown up a few notches as moving her hand hurt her back even more. She was on her stomach, her face buried in Izzy's knees.

"Clary don't move!" Izzy urged.

I have to get out of here

Everyone was preoccupied. She could hear bodies being thrown on the ground. She reached into her pocket.

"Look I know you want to draw an iratze but you're not in the proper state, let me handle this." Isabelle insisted. Clary didn't listen, her fingers moved slowly, reaching, grasping.

"Is she alright?"

Jace.

"There's so much blood," Izzy stated, "I don't know how bad the wound really- BEHIND YOU."

Clary heard Jace spin around and hack at something. She felt so warm, the pain was still there, but she could feel something tempting her away, away from the pain….

Don't go there! A sharp voice in her mind resonated, sounding a lot like Sebastian, you'll die if you do!

She forced herself to stay conscious, her hands now wrapping around what she was looking for in her pocket.

"We have to get out of here!" she heard Alec shout, "They're calling more reinforcements!"

"Someone help me with her!"

She could feel some people gingerly picking her up, her back ached so badly in the process she almost fainted. She could feel Alec's voice, he helped pick her up, "Jace, get the rear!"

"We need water, we have to clean this out before it gets bad," Jordan was holding her as well.

They were holding her awkwardly, she was still facing the ground, her back up, trying to hold her as if she were on a stretcher, the backpack hanging down her shoulders like a pendulum. How bad was her wound, really?

"We don't have water!" Simon shouted, "Can't you draw an iratze?"

"A simple iratze won't heal this!" Alec protested.

"Oh give me her!" That was Maia, and she was doing something on her back.

"Maia watch out!" Jordan yelled and Clary heard Maia growl, then what sounded like a paw smacked into several bodies at once.

I need to get out of here.

She pressed the necklace into her fisted hand, willing it to send her home. Feeling it working.

But realized too late what was going on.

Alec and Jordan were holding her, and soon Maia was back too, and she was touching Clary's back, making her wince. Jace was standing back to back with Alec, as they tried to make it to the stairs, and Jace had just grabbed from behind, readying to pull her back as a vampire attacked her from the side. Simon had been about to throw himself in front of Maia as a human subjugate launched an arrow at her, so in some way, everyone was connected, everyone was touching.

And without knowing, Clary had chosen that exact moment to use the charm.

Everything went warm, and then everyone around her disappeared, Alec and Jordan were no longer holding her, she was floating in darkness.

This is better….

But then her stomach did a jolt, and suddenly she was lying face down on a floor. Her back flared more than ever.

"Can someone explain to me what just happened!" Isabelle shrieked.

"Where the hell are we?" Jordan said in awe.

"Clary!" Simon shouted.

As the sound of feet pounded their way over to her, Clary half opened her eyes.

Looking through the strands of hair that were in her eyes, she just able to recognize the legs of the stools in front of the bar in the kitchen. She between them and the island that served as the table in there.

Her back gave a sharp pain, but she ignored it, it was something she could deal with, she was sure she could.

I'm home, I'm home, and that's what matters…

But then another set of eyes got into her line of vision, and as something was wrenched from her back, and she gave a large shout of pain, she was able to make one more thought before she passed out.

She was home.

But she brought everyone else with her.

Lacie: I am so sorry for this being late. But hey, it's long!

Chris: Are we never going to see what happens to me, are we just going to ignore the fact that I'm still in hell or something?

Clary: Oh shut up. Don't get angry just because you weren't in a chapter.

Chris: this is the second chapter in a row that I'm not in, and don't criticize me TP

Clary: It's JPP! *flaunts her shirt*

Chris: Might as well be TP for all it's worth. D:

Lacie: *in a creepy voice * are we going to have to solve this my way again….*brandishes tape*

Clary &Chris: NO WE'RE GOOD

Lacie: *back to normal* AWESOME :D First off guys I have to apologize for any grammar mistakes (or a lot of them) that you find, such as using you're instead of you're or the other way around, or misspellings, or sentences that don't make sense. I hate proofreading, I really do, therefore I just don't do it. Okay, apology out of the way!

Clary: Didn't you have an advertisement or something to make?

Lacie: Oh yeah! Listen up guys, I think I mentioned this already last chapter, but it was really short, so I'll say it again. There's this story called 'Jace and Simon's Day Out' by ItsTerror1225 (I have him as one of my fav stories) and I really think you should check it out!

Chris: that's only because he put you IN his story

Clary: Yeah, he made you a major character and everything, and even asked for permission to use this whole intro idea.

Lacie: YEAH HE STOLE THAT FROM ME! D: Jk, I let him, only because he asked though. Anyway he's really cool and I've been PMing him and I decided that since he's helped me, I'll help him. Therefore I will leave this with you, CLARY DO YOUR MAGIC

Clary: *holds up spinning hypno thing* You will go to ItsTerror1225, you will read it, you will, you will….

Chris: I think Terror will hate you now, you're not helping. In fact I think this *gestures to Clary* is making it worse. You're a horrible spokesperson

Lacie: I'M TRYING SO SHUT UP CHRIS. Besides, no matter how good friends we are, if I do everything in my power to help him, my precious wonderlovely readers might leave me and never return! *hugs all of you* NO I WANT YOU TO STAY!

Chris: You're selfish. They should all leave you now

Lacie: Don't say that D:

Clary: *is now staring into the hypno thingie* *in a trance* I think I'm gonna read Terror's thingie now….

Lacie: You do that. Anyway, you guys, thanks for reading, man this was a long chapter, no wonder it took so long to write. And don't worry! We shall Chris in the next one!

Chris: About time!

Lacie: As always, thank you to all of you! You guys are my little Pikachu's that I want to cuddle and be all 'Pikachu I choose you!' but I can't because then I'd get all nervous as to which one of you to pick, so yeah. Remember to review pikachus! Always review….