So, I'm late, again! I swear if I were a period, some poor girl would be scared shitless every month.

So, you know what that means, EXCUSE TIME!

Well, you see, I started hearing voices who told me to kill myself so I tried to shove a fork up my jugular, then I went to the hospital, then I got out and tried to drink face soap because it said, DO NOT CONSUME, on it. Seriously, it was written just like that, but it lied. I drank it (nastiest shit ever) and I didn't die and nothing happened, so I tried to hang myself but my parents walked in, that wasn't fun, and then I tried to eat dusting spray, because, again, it said something like don't eat this, but nothing happened again.

So, that's why I didn't post earlier.

Buuttttt, then I got COHF from Target and so now I can't die until I finish that because I will be a seriously bummed ghost if I don't get to find out what happens to Sebastian.

And if none of those excuses are good enough for you (pshh, attempted suicide 9 times? Should've been fine to write, weakling), I have more. My friend stole an apple off one of our teacher's desk and ate it right in front of her. I applauded her so hard through text my hands fell off into a bloody mesh at my feet and then were eaten by Carl the llama so I had to wait until I regrew them until I could type again.

*talk show host voice* and that's the end of the Lauren's Excuses show! Stay tuned, for right after the break we will treat you to a VIP tour of a Lobsters Uterus on Fox 666 news.

Sebastian sipping fine wine on his bed, watching TV. He was celebrating his success with Adalyn. She had come along quite nicely. He was very pleased with her. It wouldn't be long until she would be in this bed next to him, and he could ultimately claim her as his prize.

Something in the back of his brain began scolding him for thinking of her as an object, and he didn't know where it came from. It scared him, to tell the truth. Since when did he think of people as actual human beings? If he started doing that, who knows what would come next? Remorse for killing the innocent? He shuddered, thinking what Valentine would do to him if he knew what was going through Sebastian's mind at the moment.

Sebastian brushed it aside. He would not let it ruin his good mood. He went back to watching Access Hollywood. Carrie Underwood and Taylor were at it again, and Beyonce and Jay-Z were suing someone for something about Blue Ivy.

Soon.

…..

Jace closed his fists around Clary's hands and looked into her eyes.

"Now's the part where you make some long sentimental speech and then vow to kill my brother," Clary said.

Jace shook his head, "As much as I would love to be the one thrust a knife into the side of Sebastian and feel the blade slide between his ribs and into some vital organ, I won't vow to kill him, because I'm afraid you'll beat me, and what would become of me then?"

Clary giggled like a little girl, she normally wasn't the type to do that, but Jace tended to bring out sides of her she's never seen before. She stood on her very tip toes and stretched a kiss up to his jaw. Jace playfully kissed her back and Clary giggled again.

She sighed. She knew better than to think the happiness would last. It never would, at least not while that thing she was unfortunately related to was out there.

"We'll kill him," she promised.

Jace smiled maliciously, showing off his chipped incisor, "I'll beat the shit out of him and then hold him down and you can very slowly carve out his intestines!"

Isabelle threw a high heeled shoe at him from somewhere. "Jace!" she scolded, "Don't scare the children!"

"What children," he grumbled, but was still smiling.

…..

Meanwhile, Adalyn wasn't having as hot a time as the Shadowhunters.

Her parents had started arguing again, and she was curled up in her closet with an exactor knife. The pain from cutting was helping a little bit, but not as much as she would have liked. And cutting still left her brain wide open for catastrophizing (a cognitive distortion, says my shrink and the mental hospital staff).

She heard something smash.

Why am I alive?

Her mom yelled something insulting at her dad.

I only cause trouble for everyone.

The sharp boom of wood being snapped echoed around the house.

I should have never been born.

The blood from her cuts trickled down her arm.

Maybe it'll fix things if I die

She hesitantly pressed the edge of the knife under her chin. If she wondered if she shoved it in there if it would hit her jugular, or if she would miss.

I fuck everything up. I deserve to die.

She pressed the blade closer. Her skin bent in where it pressed.

I should die.

A small cut formed.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, smearing her mascara.

This is the end…

…..

Inquisitor Whiteclaw (I'm not sure who the inquisitor was at the end of COLS, and this is the only one I can remember. I'm pretty sure it's from Infernal Devices but fuck it. They change all the time. Maybe there's another Whiteclaw who became the inquisitor) paced his office. He checked the map again. The little flashing dot in Austin, Texas marking where the recently discovered Angel girl was, still hadn't moved. As soon as the head of the local institute, Ms. Blackcliffe, got a hunch there was someone with angelic tendencies near, he had sent out a group of Shadowhunters to investigate and bring whoever Blackcliffe was talking about to the bone city. So far no one has been found. He was getting anxious. This could be time searching for Sebastian. If Blackcliffe was wrong, he would be pissed.

…..

Adalyn took one more deep breath and was about to shove the blade up under her chin when her closet door was thrown open and someone wearing some sort of thick black clothing hastily pulled the knife out of her hands. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her out of the closet.

He dropped her down and stared at her. In the better lighting, she could see he was about middle aged with salt and pepper hair.

"What's your name?" he demanded. Adalyn, pissed that her suicide attempt was interrupted, refused to answer.

…..

One of Sebastian's dark shadowhunters knocked urgently on his door. Sebastian groaned, but got up to answer the door.

"What," he demanded. His servant's face was very distressed.

"M'lord! The clave is at Adalyn's!"

Sebastian was dressed, armed, and out the door in five minutes.

…..

Adayn's room was soon filled up with armed shadowhunters, all questioning her, and conferring with each other, trying to decide to continue to attempt to interrogate her or just take her straight to people called "the silent brothers."

All Adalyn wanted to do was die. She curled up in the fetal position on the floor of her room in the middle of all of the strange people and cried, having a very blown out pity party.

Adalyn's parents' argument covered up all of the extra noise.

Suddenly Sebastian leaped through her window, followed by a group of heavily-weapon clad people. Everyone was wearing the same black clothes.

Adalyn blinked at the pale blur which was Sebastian, miserably. He was waving around some sort of glowing stick. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and realized that actually it was a glowing sword. She was too depressed to be surprised. It suited him very well. She thought he looked very handsome in the moonlight, if a bit blurred by tears.

…..

"No one touches her!" Sebastian said firmly at the Clave's crew. His eyes were dark and murderous, and he was ready to kill. How dare they try to take away his joy! Adalyn was his. She had basically confirmed that at lunch. He had a small army behind him, and he was willing to spend every last one of their lives to save her from the hated Clave. Who knows what they would do to her!

He held his seraph blade steady, waiting for someone to make a move toward her.

Sebastian and the Clave's shadowhunters faced off for a span of seconds, but it could have been hours. It was finally broken when one of the Clave's leaped out and grabbed Adalyn, falling through a portal to take her to Idris.

Now, Sebastian was not very happy with this. In fact, he was so not happy about losing Adalyn that he cornered the rest of the shadowhunters and brutally chopped up half, and Turned the rest.

When he was done with that, his fit of rage was not over so he killed some of his own just for the hell of it.

I actually don't really like the way I wrote this chapter, but I cant figure out how to fix it.

Also, I would like to thank everyone for their support. I'm going through kind of a tough time right now and every comment helps. I'm hoping to stay out of the hospital and stay alive from now on. I love you all.

On an unrelated note, my family recently moved, and my favorite part of this new house is my attached bathroom because that means not only can I take a shit and grunt as loud as one would possibly want to grunt while shitting, but I can also do it with the door wide open.