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CLARY HAD SAT HERSELF AT THE END OF ISAAC'S BED, LOOKING AT THE VAMPIRE WHO APPARENTLY LOOKED OUT FOR HER ALL HER LIFE. In some sense, it seemed odd, like she should have known Isaac, yet that was just it – in some ways it felt as if there was a part of her which knew Isaac all too well, like she had seen him one too many times, however those memories must have faded with each spell that Magnus placed on her in order to protect her from this world. It felt weird even to Isaac to have Clary in front of him, having a conversation about her and to hopefully fill in the gaps of her memories.

"Ask away, Clary," Isaac said. "Though I will say this, my knowledge is as limited as anything, I will do my best in helping you in any way."

Clary nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. "When did my mother first approach you? Magnus mentioned that once I got older my mother asked you to keep an eye on me when I was out. . ."

Isaac paused for a moment, trying to remember the exact moment. "I suppose Magnus told you the first time that your mother asked to wipe your memory, yes?" Clary nodded. "The only detail that he probably forgot was that I was there when she asked Magnus for that kind of thing. It wasn't the first time I met your mother, but even so we were aware of who the other was. It was around the same time that she asked Magnus to block your memory that she asked me to trail her and keep an eye out for anything Shadow World based so I could get rid of it before it came into sight. She wanted me to look out for you especially of a night when you went out, she'd contact me when she felt like it was a night to look out for you, anything which was part of our world would be pulled away from you. I tried my best to keep Shadowhunters away from you by drawing attention to myself."

"So that's why you're such a troublemaker? Because someone asked to?" Michael asked, raising a questionable brow. "Thought you were just like that."

Isaac shrugged. "Technically, I'm not allowed in Madrid, caused too much trouble. Still, while the Shadow world was looking at me they weren't looking for Jocelyn and Clary. Jocelyn asked me because of a debt I was in because of her. She saved my life so I was in debt to her, she came to me asking for help in order to protect you, Clary, and I did. Obviously, I didn't do it that well with all things considered."

"So my mother asked you to look out for me? To make sure that whatever was in this world would be kept from me? Despite Magnus' spell?" Clary asked. By the looks of it, it seemed almost a lot to take in.

"She did. It wasn't like she didn't trust Magnus' spell, but she just wanted to make sure that no demon tried to get to you." Isaac explained. "There was this one night, a good couple of months back, there was something going on between you two," he indicated Clary and Simon, "and your friends, whatever it was, I wasn't sure. There was this drunken vampire–"

"–Vampires can get drunk?" Simon asked abruptly.

"Intoxicated blood from a human can give us the same effect. If a human is high and we drink their blood, we have the same effect, same if they're drunk," Isaac explained. "I'd caught word that they were about to attack a redhead and her nerdy best friend who looked like they didn't fit in, mundies who didn't know any better. I knew who it was, I knew it was you. You couldn't know about the Shadow World for whatever reason your mother didn't want you to, I had to step in. It led in a fight which broke out not only between me and that vamp but wolves got involved which led to other vamps getting involved. I managed to slip away, convinced the waiter to suggest for you to leave. If you were far away from the scene then it was best, you wouldn't know, you didn't have to see anything which would suggest our world."

"Wait, that fight was caused by you?!" Isabelle somewhat raged. "We tried to find who caused it, no one could remember! Someone was murdered during that fight!"

"I left half-way through; I had no interest in the fight. I wasn't involved in the death; all I was involved with was the start of the fight, nothing else." Isaac shrugged.

"Still, we spent weeks trying to figure it out," Jace grumbled.

"And yet it took you hours to work out that it was I that killed that Shadowhunter." Isaac stated.

"It wasn't like you hid the body well," Alec pointed out.

Isaac gave the man a look. "It isn't like I had enough time to hide it. The sun was almost rising, I didn't have time to dump it at Central Park or something."

Before any of them could continue the discussion, Clary then rose her head to properly look at Isaac. "Why would my mother ask you for help?"

"I owed her." Isaac responded. "Valentine was gonna kill me, he had me weak, caught me at my worst time. She stepped in and made Valentine go, it was her who dragged me away from where we were, took me somewhere private and gave me blood to drink. She saved me from getting killed by Valentine, I owed her my life for what she did. I mean for all she could have killed me, brought peace among the Downworld from my annoying ass, but she didn't. I told her that if she ever needed me to either visit my house or have Magnus pass the info onto me if she needed it."

"When you mean she stepped in, you don't mean that–?" Clary began.

"That the Circle caught up to me? That your mother stopped Valentine from killing me?" Isaac asked. Clary nodded. He then looked around the room. "Does she know? About the Circle? About Valentine and Jocelyn's relationship?"

"She does." Jace responded when no one else did. "Hodge told her after we were attacked by Forsaken, and when we picked Simon up."

"Right okay. Forsaken attack? Alright," Isaac muttered to himself. His eyes briefly stared at Clary who seemed almost awkward. He cleared his throat. "So you know that your mother went by the name Fairchild? The Fairchild's have always been nice, Charles was a bit eh, but other than that the others that I knew were decent people. Charlotte Fairchild was one of the first female Councils." He then shrugged. "Is there anything else you wanna ask Clary?"

"Do you know where the Mortal Cup is?" Clary asked.

Isaac gave her an odd look as he shook his head. "No, I don't. Even if I did, then it's safe where it is, out of the hands of Valentine. It's what's best even if you lot can't make more of you." His eyes then looked up and out of the window. "I have to get to the Sanctuary. Suns rising."

"Can you walk?" Alec asked as Isaac moved.

"Yeah," was all that Isaac said.

The others had joined Isaac's walk to the Sanctuary, they'd walked in silence. In some ways it made him tense that he was surrounded by Shadowhunters. Well aside from Simon, but still, it was unnerving to have these people surrounding him. He'd known that after they were done with him that they'd probably hand him over to the Clave for murdering that Circle member. Either way, he just knew that he needed to help Clary get her mother back after all it was the least he could do, Jocelyn was nothing but nice to him. Plus Clary needs her family more than anything especially through this entire situation.

The Sanctuary was fairly small, yet even so allowed enough shadow for Isaac to stay in till sundown. Isaac didn't bother to take in the detail of the room, it was something which he visited a bit after he came back from London. The Shadowhunters behind him seemed to stop as soon as Isaac entered the room, which Isaac didn't mind yet even when he did look behind him it seemed as if most of them had left, leaving Clary and Simon stood there.

"Sorry, but I want to know more," Clary said, "if you don't mind. Is it okay if Simon stays?"

Isaac nodded. "Of course. Ask me anything, though if it's about the Cup, then I don't know anything – as I've said before."

"Magnus said that you'd always ask questions. . ." Clary trailed off.

"And you want to know why I asked?" Isaac finished. Clary nodded. "I questioned because there was always something about her blocking your memory which didn't fit right. You are a Shadowhunter, Clary, and despite how much the Shadowhunters – specifically the Circle – have done to me and my people, I'm not that much of a fan. Yes, there are groups of Shadowhunters I liked but they're gone. Your mother didn't have to hide that part of you from you, yet she must've had good reason to protect you from the dangers our world holds. I asked questions because it didn't sit right with me at all."

"Did you try and stop her or Magnus?" Clary asked.

Isaac shook his head. "No, I never tried. It was her choice what she did, as I said she must've had a reason for why she'd block this world from you."

Clary was silent for a moment. Simon was the one to speak up. "You mentioned that you used to look out for Clary when she went out. . ."

"If you're asking if I stayed anywhere close, then it depends on where you went. Jocelyn only asked me to look out when she felt that something was wrong in her gut, or you were out later than expected and she got worried. It felt weird to do it, I didn't particularly like doing it much but I just thought that it meant I'd be on a decent side of a Shadowhunter." Isaac explained as he leaned against the wall. "And, Simon, if your next question is if I ever knew you, then the answer would be yes. I know you."

"Do you know Luke?" Clary asked, she was looking down, playing with her hands.

Isaac closed his eyes for a moment. "Kinda, I do but not as well as your mother. I tried to avoid him as much as possible. Plus I'm pretty sure that he doesn't like the idea of a vampire looking out for someone he cares about. If I remember correctly, Luke called me a 'bloodsucking demon who needs to go to hell'," he then shrugged. "He doesn't like me, not that big of a fan of him, so I keep my distance if I see him."

"Does he know? Does Luke know about this world?" Clary questioned, sounding a little unsure.

Isaac sighed. "That's a talk that you've gotta have with him, not me, Clary."

Michael's voice then cut in before anyone else could continue. "Are you sure that Clary's mother didn't tell you anything based around the cup?" If Isaac had to be honest, he thought that the others had left both Simon and Clary with him, yet even so, they must not trust him enough to leave them within the same room as him.

"Yes!" Isaac snapped. "If I knew anything, then I would have said something. I don't so I can't come up with bullshit and hope that it's right."

"Parker–" Jace began. Isaac hissed before Jace could continue with what he was going to say.

"Come, let's leave the vamp to sleep," Isabelle spoke.

"The vamp has a name and he highly prefers to be referred to by it. If you really want to go back to Shadowhunters being pricks towards the Downworld, I'd invent a time machine to go back to the 1700's." Isaac snapped. He hated to be referred to what he was, it was like there was this ice on their tongue whenever they referred to his vampirism – something which he couldn't control, something which he didn't ask. He couldn't explain it properly, it was just the referral of the word 'vamp' which sent a shiver down his spine if it was possible, it made him think of Valentine and what he'd done to his kind.

"Like the TARDIS?" Simon's eyes lightened up slightly. Clary had elbowed her best friend in the side, muttering something under her breath which Isaac couldn't be bothered to listen into.

Jace and Isabelle had gestured for the others to leave the exhausted vampire to sleep while they did what they could throughout the day. Isaac had placed his hands on his temple, all which was going through his mind was the taste of angel blood. He could still taste it on the tip of his tongue, something which was sweet, something which he wanted to taste again, yet he could smell a more prominent and purer sample of angel blood with both Clary and Jace, yet he couldn't figure out as to why, it was driving him crazy – almost as if he wanted a taste. No, he had to get out of these thoughts. However, all which was going through his mind was angel blood.

God, it just had to be him which had to get a taste for angel blood. It had to be him who got the taste of Shadowhunter blood. If it wasn't for fucking Valentine Morgenstern showing up at his apartment, then maybe he would have had more control over himself and his lust for Shadowhunter blood. He wished that he didn't accept the offer of Alec's blood, he wished that they'd just left him there to suffer. He wanted more, he wanted more angel blood than what he ever did in his life, he craved it. He groaned to himself, hitting his head against the wall a few times.

"Is everything okay?" Michael asked, causing Isaac to jump.

Isaac nodded. "Fine. Just," he sighed, "need sleep. Raphael didn't let me sleep between getting tortured and hating me. Didn't get the chance to sleep."

Michael seemed to take a few steps towards him. "Do you need anything? Bedding? Something to sleep on?"

"Verlac, I appreciate all of this, but it's fine. Go and be what you are, and just please look out for Clary and Simon." Isaac spoke as he headed towards the corner of the sanctuary. "If any of you need anything, you know where to find me, I suppose."

Michael hadn't said anything, he simply nodded before heading back to the main institute, leaving Isaac with his thoughts again. Isaac ended up moving to sit in the corner of the room, leaning his head against the wall before shutting his eyes. If anything, he just hoped that the taste of Shadowhunter blood goes so that he doesn't have to deal with the ongoing craving of Shadowhunter blood, especially if he was going to spend quite a lot of time with this group. Actually he wanted to spend as much time with this group and not because he wants to help Clary Fray, but because he wants to get to know Alec Lightwood - the Shadowhunter with the highly built walls.

All of which wrapped round Isaac Parker's mind was this craving for angel blood and the need to get to know Alec. He knew that there was little to no chance of Isaac dating someone like Alec, but he wanted to try, to try and get to know this highly shut off Shadowhunter who seemed to fit everything Isaac dreamed to date. Okay, maybe not being a Shadowhunter being his type, but everything else about Alec seemed to be almost ideal. A small smile then made its way onto Isaac's lips at the thought of Alec, it suddenly struck him that Alec willingly allowed him to drink from him, which seemed almost odd in the sense that he wasn't used to the warmth that Alec gave him in that moment unlike most Shadowhunters who would have left him to suffer.

Alec Lightwood allowed him - Isaac - to drink from him. In some ways it felt odd to even think that mainly because when he looked at Alec he didn't think that he would do such a thing. Especially for a Downworlder, Isaac just thought that Alec would let him suffer from his wounds without feeding. Isaac thought that Alec - with who his parents are - wouldn't do something like that for him, that his suffering would mean that there was one less Downworlder to worry about, that no one would have to deal with Isaac causing trouble on the streets. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he wasn't sure what to think about when it came to this Lightwood, unlike his parents, there was something different about the way that he seemed towards Downworlders.

He sighed a little, he was thinking far too much into this. If it came down to it, then once he was done helping Clary find her mother, he would leave the Shadowhunters to continue with what they do best. He'd only come down to the institute when they needed him for something which included going somewhere they couldn't exactly go, or whatever. He just hoped that they could find Jocelyn as soon as possible, he wasn't sure how long he could keep up with his feelings towards Alec Lightwood.