Jace was lying in his bed in the house they were borrowing in Alicante, staring at the ceiling. He was beginning to think all hope was gone, but of course he'd thought that so many times and things turned out pretty okay. Though he wasn't so sure this time.

It felt as if a hole had been stabbed through his chest, and yes, worse than when that actually happened. He missed Clary with a paralyzing longing inside him that he knew could tear him apart. They'd only been together for a little over a month, not anywhere near as long as Jace wanted. He wanted forever with Clary, and with each passing minute, every second was making dream drift further and further away. He wondered why he was just lying here in a comfy bed when Clary could already be dead by now considering what Jonathan can do and how much he hated them. Jace sat up lazily, not able to sleep with all these thoughts running through his head. He got up and went to the window, staring out at the night sky, the moon, stars. He thought about how much Clary would have loved the sky tonight. He wished that when he found her--if he found her--they could just run away. Off to some small city where no one could find them if they tried. A place like Utah. No one lives in Utah, He thought.

Then something hit him.

Not literally, mentally. I can go off and try to find her on my own, he thought mischievously. I don't need these guys. Not really. I might be better off without their help, crazy as that sounds. He silently nodded to himself and began packing weapons. A few seraph blades, daggers, things of that sort. Walking back to the window, Jace silently whispered to himself,

"I'm coming, Clary."

(Awesome Invisible Line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Clary gasped in pain as her older brother threw yet another punch to her face.

"Drink it, now." He said in a deadly tone. She turned her face to the side to spit out more blood on her makeshift pile of cement blocks that Jonathan called a bed. Wincing, she tried to rasp out,

"No,"

That wasn't quite the answer Jonathan wanted. He grabbed the sides of her face with one hand aggressively, pouring the reddish color liquid into Clary's mouth. She tried to spit it back out into his face, but he was shaking her head forwards and back, forcing her to swallow. And she did.

"There. See you in five hours, Clary."

Her vision became blurry and she teetered before falling back unconscious on her 'bed'.

Aline watched in horror as Jonathan began the first phase of his plan. It made her want to vomit. So she did. Then she turned on her opposite side, away from Clary and her brother, squeezing her eyes tight, trying to ignore the sounds of Jonathan's grunting. She almost wanted to vomit again, but decided against it. Curling herself into a ball, Aline chanted out loud to herself softly, singing a ballad her mother used to sing her to sleep when she was younger. She repeated it over and over, trying to block out what was going on behind her. As things got louder, she sang louder, covering her ears. Tears flooded her eyelids and down her cheeks. Without noticing it, she had begun to gently rock herself, praying she would fall asleep soon. To Aline's misfortune, she stayed wide awake, unable to push the events out of her head. Wordlessly, Aline mouthed,

"Clary will never be the same."

(Awesome Invisible Line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Jace raced through the night, not particularly knowing where he was going, but knowing that he just had to go. As long as he was going, he thought, he might be getting closer to Clary. He passed a neighborhood, all lights out, except for street lights. He passed a park, a plaza, and at one point the Accords Hall. All of the lights were on in that building, which lead Jace to be even more suspicious.

What they had found out about the big Clave meeting that the older adult Lightwoods weren't called to, had thrown a huge red flag up inside of Jace. Everyone, really. It confused the Shadowhunters, and none of them knew what to think of it. Now that Jace was alone, there was no one to tell him that he shouldn't check on the meeting going on inside, so that's exactly what he did. He climbed the stairs and just as he was about to open the door, someone stepped out.

Luke. Of course.

"Jace? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Luke. Fancy meeting you here."

"What are you doing in Alicante?"

"There's something you should know."

Luke's face immediately cast a wary expression, his eyes narrowing, face tightening…

"What is it?"

Jace took a deep breath, not knowing if he could repeat what going on himself. The thought made him shudder and he wanted to run off without having to repeat it again out loud. It hurt enough in his head.

"Jonathan kidnapped Clary."

It looked as if Luke's heart had stopped and he couldn't breathe--wasn't breathing.

"W-What?"

"Right after you left to come here. Simon heard her screaming." This time Jace did shudder, thinking of how heart breaking Clary's scream was. He hated that he'd ever even heard it.

"Oh, God."

Jace nodded solemnly, looking at his feet. Luke's eyes released too much of what he was feeling. There was a long pause until Luke was able to speak again. But just as he was about to, something clicked inside Jace.

"Something's wrong," He muttered to himself.

"What is it?"

"No, with Clary. Something's happened. I can feel it. Crap! I've got to get to her."

"Do you know where she is?" Luke asked, no color in his voice.

"If I knew where she was I wouldn't be standing here having a chat, no would I?"

Jace turned on his heel and raced back down the steps, not thinking, just running. Soon he felt someone running in pace with him, and he turned.

"Do you know where you're going?" Luke asked him.

"No, I just have a gut feeling." Jace figured it was one of those angel-blood-related things. He could feel that she was in trouble, and he could feel that this was the way he supposed to go. Jace didn't know how much he should trust this new sense, but he did anyway, because it was better than what he had started off with, which was nothing. With Luke at his side, Jace ran until his legs could push him no further. Luckily, that tingly feeling had made him feel that he should stop running as well. He put his hands on his knees, panting, trying to catch his breath. Then he looked at the sky, seeing that night had gone, and the sun was on it's way up. When he stood up straight, he was staring at a small cottage, smoke puffing from the chimney. It looked like a place a warlock would stay, Jace thought. Shrugging, he knocked on the door, and waited to see who would answer.