A/N: Sorry that its taken so long to get this chapter written. I know that you don't want excuses so I'm just going to apologise and get on with the chapter. Sorry this took so long hope you enjoy.

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I touched the door handle and gasped, it was freezing, I knew this meant the forsaken was in my room, but I couldn't say that and remain the oblivious Mundie that knows nothing, so I continued to twist the door knob. The door blew outwards knocking me off my feet, and a big figure loomed out of the darkness.

Jace POV:

I followed Clary through the house to her bedroom. She touched the door and gasped. I was about to tell her not to open the door. This part of the house seemed colder, and the cold seemed to be seeping out from under her bedroom door. This meant one thing Forsaken. I was too late she twisted the door knob and the door blew backwards knocking her off her feet, as the forsaken loomed over her out of the darkness.

I threw Clary back fumbling for my seraph blade, "Ugh," the forsaken's stench was disgusting, rotting flesh. "Stupid Mundie opening the door."

"Sansanvi!" I shouted and the blade lit up. I struck out at the forsaken which staggered back. I whirled around and grabbed Clary who had managed to get up off the floor, and dragged her out of the house to the top of the stairs while she had a look of fear on her face.

Clary POV

I flew backwards away from the forsaken. "Ugh," Why do forsaken always have to stink of rotting flesh. I looked up and took in what was happening around me.

Jace was in front of me facing the forsaken fumbling with his seraph blade.

As I stood up I noticed that a piece of paper had fluttered out the door when it blasted open and landed on my left. I bent to pick it up. It was a note. I felt my face drain of colour as I recognised the handwriting.

"Sansanvi!" Jace shouted his seraph blade lighting up. I quickly tucked the note in my pocket and righted myself. I watched as Jace swung at the forsaken and it stumble back. He turned around and grabbed my arm dragging me out and to the top of the stairs.

I knew my face looked terrified, I only hoped that he thought it was from seeing the forsaken.

Jace turned around locking the door, as we heard the heavy footfalls of the forsaken following. A tremendous blow struck the door. "Get down to the bottom of the stairs." Jace said as he spun to face the door. Another blow struck the door , and the hinges gave way, the door crashing down.

The forsaken let out a gigantic roar and burst through the shattered door. Jace jumped quickly out the way and if I hadn't been trained I knew I would've missed his movements. He got this maniac look in his eye as he struck at the monster. It swung it's axe at Jace and he ducked laughing, as it thunked into the banister behind him. I watched as Jace brought the blade around in a sweeping arc towards the giant, and embedded the blade deep into it's shoulder. For a moment the giant stood swaying, then it lurched forward it's arms stretched out and grasping.

I watched as Jace hastily stepped aside, but not fast enough, and the monster grabbed onto him and they went tumbling down the stairs. I heard Jace cry out once and there were a series of loud, cracking thumps and then, silence.

I scrambled down the stairs to Jace, who was lying at the bottom, and noticed that his arm was bent at a unnatural angle under his body. I shuddered, I'd broken enough bones in my life to know that it must hurt, but nothing that his stele won't fix. He had his legs under the forsaken'storso.

I looked at the pitiful creature, I could sense that it wasn't quite dead yet, but I couldn't let Jace know that I knew, after all I'm just the stupid clueless Mundie with no knowledge of this world, "Oh well here we go again, I'm starting to get tired of this act. I really need to speak to Magnus."

"Jace?" I asked with a quiver in my voice, "Is it dead?" His eyes opened, "almost" he spoke grimly, "Hell," he winced. "My legs-"

"Hold still" I told him as I walked around to his head. I put my arms under his head and pulled, he grunted with pain as his legs came out from under the spasming carcass. I felt like slapping him over the head and telling him to stop being a baby, it wont hurt much longer, and he has his stele to fix himself up. I can't even let them know about my stele, I can't even defend myself to keep my cover up. He doesn't realise how lucky he is.

I thought I was lucky until the event that took place two years ago it changed, everything. I remember those black eyes and the sadistic grin. I came back to the present, "Is your arm alright?" "No. Broken." he said, "can you reach into my pocket?" he asked. I nodded, then hesitated, "which one?"

"Inside jacket. Right side. Take out one of the seraph blades and give it to me." I reached gingerly into his pocket and drew out his blade. I was so close that I could smell his scent, soap, sweat and blood. His breath tickled the back of my neck. "Snap out of it" I thought "You barely know him." My fingers closed around the blade, and I pulled back quickly not looking at him. "Thanks." his fingers traced it gently before he named it, "Sanvi."

I watched as the blade lit up, illuminating Jace's face, "Don't watch," he said going and standing over the forsaken'sbody. I watched anyway as he brought the blade up, and then as it slashed down at the creatures throat. I couldn't help the look of disgust that washed over my face as the things blood spurted from it neck, splattering Jace's boots. He made a sound low in his throat. His face was white, whether from disgust or pain, I couldn't tell. "I told you not to watch." "Yeah right. He thinks that I'm so soft, and delicate, I wish he knew who I was. He wouldn't treat me so delicate then. But all good things come to those who wait. Looks like I'll just have to wait for the perfect time to reveal myself. I must gain their trust first though."

He shrugged off his jacket, baring his upper arm, then took his stele out from his belt. I stared at his stele, waiting for him to draw an iratze, so that we could hurry up and get back to the institute. Jace obviously caught me staring as his next words were, "this is a stele, and this is what happens to shadowhunters when they are wounded," he explained drawing an iratze on his arm. "humph, I hate this role. Being thought of as the stupid Mundie is wearing. Everything that I already know being explained. I feel like screaming in damn frustration."

I watched as Jace's arm healed, I guess to a Mundie it'd look like magic, "Oh well here we go again. Look amazed Clarissa, like you've never seen anything like that happen before." I stared at Jace's arm in what I hoped looked like awe, "Thats amazing. How did you-?"

"That was an iratze-a healing rune. Completing it activates it." He shoved his stele back into his belt, and shrugged his jacket back on.

With the toe of his shoe he prodded the forsaken'scorpse. "We're going to have to report this to Hodge," he said, "He'll freak out."

"Yeah, like 'sweet, innocent' Hodge doesn't already know about this." I thought sarcastically, "but then again, maybe he doesn't, he didn't seem to recognise me when I arrived at the institute. Although that could be part of his act, so that he doesn't give himself away."

"Come on" Jace said, "We need to get you back to the institute."

As we were leaving Madame Dorothea's door creaked open, "Your mother wasn't who you think she was," she said, giving me a piercing stare. Jace swung around to look at her, "What do you mean?" I asked. "Since when did Madame Dorothea know about the shadow world, she never let it on"

"Your mother, was one of them," she replied pointing at Jace, "She was a shadowhunter by the name of Jocelyn Fairchild."

A/N: So what do you think. Sorry again for taking so long, the chapter just wasn't how I wanted it. As it is I still think that it isn't good enough. Please review and I'll try and update quicker next time but there are no promises.

Yelena