Forgotten Past

"In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons."

*Present Day*

She was painting, flicking her fingers across the canvas and irritably brushing her auburn locks away. He itched to run his finger through her curls, bunching them up and twisting them into a knot so that they would stop hurting her, stop annoying her. But he couldn't- not yet. He closed his eyes, clenching his fingers into fists to stop them from twitching. When he opened them again, she was washing her brushes. Her white frock was riddled with specks and red and yellow; and she'd smudged a sliver of gold against her jaw.

"If you wanted gold all over you, you could've just asked nicely," his eyes clouded with anger as recognition and hatred burnt through his very being. Standing not two feet from his girl, was the man who had stolen her from him. She stiffened as well, but it wasn't with anger like him. She stiffened because she loved him. She turned to face him just as he crossed the room. She ran into his open arms, squealing when he picked her up and spun her.

Disgusted, he couldn't see anymore. He pulled out his phone and punched in a number he knew by heart. Not waiting to find out if the call had been answered, he curtly growled, "Up the preparation. We're moving faster."
He cut the line, not waiting for an answer. Balancing his hands against the ledge, he snuck one final look at his auburn beauty. After waiting for so long; she'd finally be his again. A small smirk playing on his lips at the thought, he pushed himself off the ledge and into the black of the night.

...

"If you wanted gold all over you, you could've just asked nicely," Clary froze; the last of her brushes in her hand. She fought the large smile that threatened to break across her face, turning around so that she could face Jace.
"I don't know," she mused aloud as her hands went around his neck and his went around her waist, "I think that it's lost it's appeal don't you think?"
If he saw the glint in her eyes, he didn't let it show. "What- the golden paint?"
She smiled at him, knowing her next comment would drive him mad, "I was thinking more the golden man."
"You're going to regret that," he said, hoisting her up so that her legs were around his hips. Clary squealed in laughter as he pulled her close, hugging her tightly. She responded instantly, burying her face in the nape of the his neck.

"I've missed you," Jace whispered into her ear, "And a little birdie told me that you missed me too Red."

Clary leant back so that she could meet his eyes. God, she had missed him so much it hurt. But she wasn't going to let him know that, his ego was big enough to be the awkward third person in their relationship already.
"And who would that be Goldie? I'm leaning towards Isabelle myself."
"I'm entirely too surprised that Magnus wasn't a running contender to answer that question."

She laughed, and Jace's heart filled a little more. He would spend the rest of his life striving to hear that beautiful sound from her lips.
"Well, I shall find the make-up hungry extravagants and reprimand them on this unfortunate habit of lying that they seem to have picked up on."
He raised a singular eyebrow, "You didn't miss me Red?"
She smirked and shook her head, "Not even a little Goldie."
But she kissed him anyway.

...

He slid up the window soundless, watching with disgust as she shivered against the cold air and snuggled closer against him. Thankfully; they hadn't done much but kiss; since he claimed to be tired. But it was all well. He didn't think he could forgive her if there had been more. Of course, her questionable behaviour would be punished; but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed.

He slipped into the room; and reached into his inner jacket for the blade. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His eyes never leaving her, he made his way over to the bed. Bending over, he cupped a hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear, "Wake up Clarissa."

Her eyes shot open, black clashing with green. Her emerald eyes narrowed instantly and she moved to grab his wrist and pry it off her mouth, but she stiffened instinctively as she felt cold metal against her skin. Her eyesight fell to the blade precariously put on her neck, before turning back to his black orbs with indefinite hatred.
"Now I'm going to remove my hand, and you will keep quiet. Understand?" she nodded imperceptibly, not wanting to bend into the blade. Slowly, he removed his hand from his mouth; but left the dagger where it was. When he was certain she wouldn't make any sudden movements, he removed the dagger from her neck. Straightening, he offered her his hand. She just looked at him, stubbornly refusing to accept it. "Don't try anything Carrot; if I as much as flick my finger- Golden Boy over here will have a bullet lodged in his head."

Clary wordlessly took his hand and stood up. He smiled, they were getting somewhere. Pulling her flush against him and reveling in the heat it brought to her cheeks, he murmered, 'Now is that any way to greet me?"
He bent down and kissed her, snaking his hand behind her neck and through her locks, while the other went around her waist and held her in place. His assault against her lips was relentless, marveling as she struggled under his grip and fought against him- even biting his lip.

"Now that, was a greeting worthy of me," he smirked; flicking the blood she had drawn on her face with his tongue. She recoiled and spat at him in response, "I'd rather kiss a giant squid."
His eyes blazed with anger, "Wrong thing to say love."
In one swift motion, stuck her needle against her, pushing the clear liquid into her vein in one practice motion with his thumb. He pulled out the syringe and flung into across the room as she fell limp against him- and swung her around so that she was resting against him. Unable to resist, he bent down and licked the small spot of blood; allowing it to stay on his lips. The last thing Clary heard before she blacked out was his voice, thick in its rich French accent, "Bonne nuit ma cherie."
"Good night my love"

Well? Thoughts? Please review. This genre of storytelling is new to me- and I really want to know what you think.

-A
(Not a PLL Fan)