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"Angel blood," the words left Jace's mouth in a breath of wonder.

Clarissa looked at him and shrugged, "Not quite, but close enough."

"What exactly," Alec crossed his arms, "Are you planning to do with that?"

Clarissa studied Alec for a moment, "Nothing illegal."

Jace watched Alec raise an eyebrow and knew he didn't believe her. Apparently, Clarissa knew it too.

"What I'm going to do with the blood," she stated, "Has never been possible for the Clave. They don't even know anything like it exists therefore there's no law against it."

Alec opened his mouth to reply but Jace beat him there.

"I think," he said slowly, "That we should all get some rest."

Clarissa looked at him but he kept his eyes focused on Alec.

"That'd probably be best." Clarissa sighed, "You guys can go ahead if you want; I need to talk to Jace for a minute."

Neither of his siblings moved.

"I'll be fine," Jace rolled his eyes.

Simon snorted, "Hopefully."

Clarissa shot Simon a look then rubbed her hands over her face with a sigh. Jace noticed with a little shock that she looked tired.

"What I said about needing your memories," she sighed, "Isn't as simple as just asking. You could have repressed memories, ones you've forgotten. You don't know what is important and what's not."

"So what do you propose?" He asked.

There was a pause, "I'm going to need access to all of your memories."

He went tense, "All of them?"

A mischievous smile spread across Clarissa's lips, "If it makes you feel better, it goes both ways. Whilst I'm rummaging around in your head you can have a look in mine."

It was Simon's turn to shoot Clarissa a look, "You didn't say anything about that!"

"Because I knew you'd say it was a bad idea."

"It's a bad idea?" Jace turned towards Simon, arms crossed and a brow raised.

Simon tore his eyes away from Clarissa and turned to Jace with distrust clear in his eyes. Simon's eyes scanned over the Lightwoods then he looked back at Clarissa.

"You're not going to change your mind about this, are you?" His voice was stiff, his outrage clear.

Jace noticed how rigid Clarissa had gone; she was refusing to look at Simon, staring blankly at the floor. Her jaw was set as she slowly shook her head.

"I seriously hope you know what you're doing," Simon turned and stormed off.

"Did you really have to handle it like that?" Isabelle hissed at Clarissa before rushing after Simon.

They all stared after Isabelle.

Jace turned to Alec, "Any idea?"

"Not sure that I want one," he replied, looking uncomfortable.

A small bang from close by brought Jace's attention back to Clarissa. She had a large bowl in her hands and she looked rather pale. Jace had the feeling it would be best not to talk until she did.

Clarissa walked back to the bird bath and dipped the bowl in. Once it seemed she'd decided she had a sufficient amount of the golden liquid, she gestured for them to follow her. Jace didn't hesitate.

It wasn't long before they came to another small clearing. He noticed Clarissa was walking awkwardly and glanced down at the floor to find carvings. He stopped in his tracks, not sure where he could and shouldn't stand. He held his arm out for Alec to stop too.

The carving was one line twisting and curving to make various shapes and symbols. None of the runes were ones Jace knew and they all connected in a large spiral. There was a small circle in the middle without any markings. Clarissa made her way there and gestured for Jace to do the same.

He was about to step forward when Alec grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"What are you doing?" Alec hissed.

"Alec," Clarissa's voice was quiet from the centre of the spiral. She didn't look at them, "Do you really think I'd be standing here with him, if I knew there was even the slightest chance that either of us could get harmed." She turned her eyes to Alec, "It's safe."

Jace felt Alec's fingers loosen ever so slightly and took the opportunity. Ripping his arm out of Alec's grasp he made his way towards Clarissa, taking care not to step on any of the carvings.

Now facing Clarissa, he noticed once again how small she was, she didn't even come up to his shoulders. He looked into her green eyes as she spoke.

"You'll get used to the sensation after a few seconds. If there's anything you really don't want me to see just . . . shut the door on me. I won't be able to see it if you shut me out but if it's about Valentine I'm going to need to see all of it."

"Any memories you don't want me seeing?" He teased.

She didn't answer, just bet down and poured the golden liquid into the end of the carving. He watched as the liquid raced along. When the liquid became level with the floor he heard the bowl clattering to the ground. He turned his head back to watch Clarissa as she struck a match to ignite the fluid.

As the flames began to lick the curves on the floor she stood and took Jace's hands. They were slightly sweaty and very small in his. She closed her eyes and he did the same, his last sight of her surrounded by flames as vibrant as her hair.

He felt the wrongness everywhere inside him. Like his mind was no longer his, he saw what she was seeing, old memories of his childhood with Valentine. He quickly thought back to some experiences with a few girls he didn't want her seeing. He locked those doors and threw away the key. She was right; he was used to the sensation already. It was like another person wandering along inside his mind, opening and closing doors to old memories he'd long forgotten.

Ready to find out what he could about Clarissa, he imagined himself in her head. He found himself in a long, bright corridor with countless doors leading off. Where did he start?

The first thing that popped into his head, unbelievably, was what's-his-face-vampire-boy. With that thought he found himself in front of a pure white door. His hand slightly shaking, he pushed the door open to an room of carnage.

Clarissa's Shadowhunter gear fitted perfectly to her small body. She faced Simon, who was looking sheepish but determined. Jace could sense that something was different; Simon was a mundane.

"How could you have been so stupid!?" Clarissa yelled. "You could have been killed, or worse!"

"I don't think there's much worse than death, Clare Bear," Simon tried a small smile.

"Oh, there's much worse," Clarissa seethed.

It was a few moments before either of them talked again.

"Why," Simon whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want you to get hurt! Besides, it's against the law for you to know, anyway."

"That being said," a male voice came from the shadows, "It still is against the law."

Jace turned to see a clan of vampires, then realised where he was. This was the Hotel Dumort.

"Keep out of this, Raphael," Clarissa snarled, brandishing a seraph blade.

Raphael, he'd heard that name before.

"So change me!" Simon said, "Make me into one of you!"

"It doesn't work like that!" Clarissa gritted her teeth.

"But for vampires it does," Raphael smirked. "Think about it, my boy, the possibilities-"

"Shut up!" Clarissa snapped before standing between Simon and the leech.

"He's in our territory of his own accord," Raphael was calm. "You little Shadowhunter are trespassing." He turned to Simon, "You could stay with your friend, without the fear of getting hurt, you could stay with her forever. You could live in her world."

"Simon, don't listen." There were tears in Clarissa's eyes, "It's not that simple."

"Oh, but it is, isn't it Clarissa?" Raphael's grin was wicked.

"Can you change me?" Clarissa went visibly stiff at the sound of Simon's voice.

Raphael held out a hand and Simon began to step around Clarissa.

"Simon, please," the tears ran down Clarissa's cheeks. Her teeth were gritted, "Please."

"I don't want to live in a world that's not yours, Clary." Simon pleaded, "I don't want to get left behind."

Jace could see the resistance leaving Clarissa's body as she sheathed her dagger. She gave a shaky nod before Simon hugged her and they silently followed Raphael into the darkness, hand in hand.

He felt himself go numb. He'd never seen anything like it. She'd let him see it too, she'd given him complete access to it. Who had trained such a warrior? A door appeared, he didn't hesitate to step through the threshold.

"Remind me again why it is Mum won't train me?" Clarissa swung the sword with deadly precision for someone her size.

"Because she doesn't want you involved in our world," a man said, a safe distance from the whistling blade.

"But," she continued to swing her sword about her, "You're willing to go against her on that."

"I think that you should have some training about you for your own protection."

Clarissa stopped to face him, "What you're teaching me is way beyond just protecting myself."

So whoever that had been, had probably known Clarissa's mother. Shortly after coming to this conclusion he remembered her saying that Valentine had taken Jocelyn. Another door appeared before him but he decided against opening it. Deciding instead that he wanted to know how it was that Clarissa had decided she needed to find him. Once again, a door appeared.

She was sitting in her room, a sketchpad resting on her knees as her pencil raced across the paper. Jace took a step closer to see the sketch over her shoulder. He'd seen it before, amongst all the other sketches in that room.

"That makes number five today," a voice sounded from behind them.

Both Clarissa and Jace turned to see Simon leaning on the door frame.

Clarissa slammed the book shut, "I know."

"What do you think his significance is?"

"Nothing, I hope."

"If your Dad's had a hand in his upbringing then he's far beyond helping. You learnt that the hard way the first time." Simon's gaze was steady on Clarissa.

What was all this about? What had she learnt?

No quicker had he thought the question than there was a door before him; but he didn't get a chance to open it.

A jolt from Clarissa told him that they were almost done. He knew they only had to release hands to break the hold, but he could feel something happening in his core. He felt pressure on his hands and realised that Clarissa must have been feeling it too. Suddenly she was beside him; they shared a bewildered glance and waited as wisps of golden light encompassed them.

The beautiful forms floated for mere seconds before there was a scene laid out before them. It was like it had been after opening a door, but Jace knew this scene was from neither his nor Clarissa's memories.

They passed in quick flashes, but it felt like they lasted for hours. Each scene was different from the next, but there was one thing in common. It was always Clarissa and himself, never anyone else.

First they were sitting on a park bench late at night; his arm curled around her as she nestled into him. He didn't have time to take anything else in before the next scenes were in place.

The two of them side by side, a ferocious battle surrounding them, demons falling all around them as they covered each other's backs. Laughing in a large lake, nothing but nature surrounding them. Surrounded by towers of open books in the library. Kissing passionately in a dark alley.

Then there was a longer scene, it took Jace a while to make out his own form curled over something in a darkened room. There were sounds of a battle above, but the sounds of sobbing filled the room. Jace hadn't cried since the falcon, now he watched the tears spill from his own eyes as he pulled Clarissa's dying form to him.