There is a reason this story is rated M. There will be strong language and strong sexual content. If either of those things make you uncomfortable, then don't read this story.

With that being said, proceed at your own risk and hopefully enjoy the story.


"Jonathan." I say with desire. He is shirtless and in black boxer briefs as he walks towards me. I am laying on my bed, propped up on my elbows, in a white lacy bra and a matching lacy thong. Jonathan's eyes trail hungrily up my body as he leans over and begins to climb onto the bed without a word. "What are you doing?" I ask him. He just smirks that sexy as smirk of his at me as his fingers start to graze up my lower leg and then up to my thigh as he climbs further up my bed.

My breathing is ragged and giving me away. I am not pushing him away like I should. Instead, all I can think about it how I want his hand to slide to my inner thigh and for him to touch me. The next thing I know, his face is hovering above my stomach and I can feel his hot breath tickle the tiny hairs just under my belly button. I suck in a breath and hold it as his tongue darts out and he begins to lick up my stomach. I close my eyes at the sensation and let my head fall back. His tongue is getting higher; leaving a wet path in between my breasts and I let out the breath I have been holding. I bring my head back up and see that his face is right in front of mine. He looks down to my lips and starts to move forward...

"Fuck!" I say in frustration as I sit up straight in bed. "Not another one of those dreams again." I say quietly to myself. I have been having sexual dreams about my brother for the past few months and they are really starting to mess with my head. There must be something really wrong with me because I am still turned on; unable to shake the desire I had for him in my dream.

It's not like I don't know that my brother is really, really hot. I would have to be blind in order for me not to know that. It's that he is my brother and I should be disgusted and weireded out by the dream instead of completely turned on.

I kick the covers off of my sweat soaked body and my feet hit the plush carpet in my room. I close my eyes for a moment trying to regain my composure before I walk downstairs to breakfast. I have over slept by fifteen minutes and I don't have the time I usually have to take a shower. I look down and make sure I am decent enough to meet Jonathan downstairs. Father has left for a few days and I am glad that I don't have to get fully dressed for the day to eat breakfast like he makes me. I am just in a tight white tank top and no bra with some tight short black shorts. The shirt is pulled so tightly around my chest that you can practically see everything. I briefly consider just going down in just what I am wearing to see what Jonathan's reaction will be and then quickly regain my sanity. "He. Is. Your. Brother." I say slowly to myself.

I grab my thin and short robe off the back of my bathroom door and brush my bed hair down and check myself in the mirror before heading down. I don't have any smudged makeup around my eyes and the flush on my cheeks from dream are almost gone. I take a deep breath to clear my head of the dream and leave my room. I make my way downstairs and take a hard left to face the other direction and walk to the back of the manor where the kitchen is.

I enter the kitchen and see that Jonathan is facing away from me at the stove and is already scooping some eggs onto his plate that the cook, Marisol, made. Of course, he is shirtless and when his muscles flex in his back, I blush at the memory of my dream. I look away from him and move towards the plates so I can fix some breakfast for myself. Jonathan turns to me then.

"Why are you blushing, Clary?" Jonathan asks me with obvious curiosity.

I immediately get defensive. "I am not blushing!" I snap loudly back at him. Sure, Clary, he won't be suspicious at all at my pure overreaction of his simple and innocent question.

He furrows his brows at my sudden outburst as he brings a piece of bacon to his mouth and takes a bite. "Someone is just a tab bit defensive." he states as he steps away from the stove with his food. I close my eyes and tell myself to get a grip before I open them again. When I do, I scoop some eggs and bacon and a blueberry muffin onto my plate and make my over to my spot at the table across from Jonathan. I am suddenly hot after my little blushing incident and undo the tie on my robe and let it fall open before I sit down.

I take my seat and pick up my fork and stab a piece of he eggs and bring it to my mouth. When I look up, Jonathan is chewing his food slowly as his eyes focus on my chest. I look down and see that he can see my breasts through the thin material and I blush again and look up at him as I pull my robe closed again. I look up to Jonathan to see him smiling sexily at me. "You don't have to cover up around me, Clary. After all, I am just your brother." he says in a cocky tone.

I narrow my eyes at him trying to decipher the meaning behind his words as he begins to speak again. "And it's not like you have anything to be ashamed of. You seem to have a great rack from what I could see."

My mouth pops open in surprise at his words and I begin to blush again. He is smiling mischievously at me while I try to think of something to say back to him. "What...why...you're my brother." is all I manage to choke out. I don't know what else to say. A part of me is flattered that he was looking while the more logical part of my brain screams at me that I shouldn't be flattered because he is my brother.

I look back up to him and he seems thoroughly amused at my flustered state and one side of his mouth turns up into half of a smile. "Your blushing again." he says coolly as he takes a bite of his bacon. I look down at my food and let my hair fall over my face effectively hiding it from his view. Usually when he would say something like that, I would come back at him with a smart-ass remark but right now, I can't seem to think of anything smart-assy to say. The dream I had is still too fresh in my mind for me to form coherent thoughts and sentences when he says things like that. Thinking about how my heart was pounding in my dream at his touch..."train?"

Oh crap. He said something. "What?" I say to him not looking up from my plate.

"I said, do you want to train after this?" Jonathan says in a very normal voice. Before I know what I am saying, I agree with a shrug of my shoulders and a "Yeah, why not." that casually slips out of my mouth. He stands up then and walks away. I take this chance to look at his back and he doesn't look the slight bit tense like I am sure I do. He sets his empty plate in the sink and leaves the room without looking back at me. When he is around the corner, I let my head fall to the top of the table in frustration and confusion.

Why is my own brother flirting with me? He has been doing it a lot lately. Making wildly inappropriate remarks or smiling sexily at me while eyeing my body. I know that he is not like normal people because of his demon blood but could he really want me like that? I am his sister and a very plain looking woman in my opinion. Everyone always tells me and my father how pretty I am but I just always chalked that up to them trying to suck up to me and him. But that still doesn't explain why I am having these feelings. Maybe there is something wrong with me too.


We have been training for the past two hours and I can't seem to concentrate. "AGAIN!" I yell at Jonathan. I can't stand it when he pins me over and over again. Usually I can get the better of him a third of the time, but not today. I have too many things running through my head that shouldn't be running through my head. Like watching Jonathan's muscles flex when he moves or thinking about the way he keeps looking at me. I push him off of me in frustration as he smirks down at me. Not to mention the tension between us is almost too thick to breathe through. I am so confused by the feelings that I have been having for him lately and he is certainly not helping with his sexually charged remarks. "What? Do you want to be on top?" he says playfully to me as he hovers over me.

I push off of the floor and shove the hair that has escaped my bun off of my forehead as I glare at Jonathan's shirtless retreating body. I am only wearing a sports bra and tight yoga pants to train in and he is wearing some very low riding black sweat pants that reveal a lot of his perfect body. He walks over to the stereo and turns on Closer by Nine Inch Nails and turns the volume up. I raise my eyebrows at the back of his head in surprise and disbelief while he picks up his water bottle and lifts it up to take a sip as the music starts to play.

You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me pentrate you.

You let me complicate you.

My mouth falls open a little in surprise at the lyrics. Why did he pick this song to play? Just then he turns around as he grabs a white towel and scrubs it down his face and I watch his muscles flex unable to help myself. I mentally slap myself across my face to get a grip as he tosses the towel back on the bench. Dammit, he looks so hot.

Help me! I broke apart my insides.

Help me! I've got no soul to sell.

Help me! The only thing that works for me..

Help me get away from myself.

Jonathan looks up to me then and gives me his sexy crooked smirk.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

I wanna feel you from the inside.

To my amazement, he actually winks at me after those lyrics and I can't help but grit my teeth and charge at him in half anger and half desire. I tackle him to the ground to try and let out some of my sexual frustration as the song continues.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

My whole existence is flawed.

You get me closer to God!

He flips me over and then he is hovering over me as he pins my arms to the mat while he straddles me. I wrap my legs around his waist and twist my body so he falls to the right and I roll on top of him. I bare my teeth at him slightly in frustration as he smiles up at me like he is having the time of his life.

You can have my isolation.

You can have the hate that it brings!

You can have my absence of faith.

You can have my everything.

"You know you can have it all, Clary. All of me." Jonathan says lowly to me as I straddle him. "You are the only one who can." His voice is low and sexy and sends shivers down my spine. He bucks his hips hard and flips me over his head to where I land on my back as he moves like lightening to straddle me to the floor. He lowers himself to where his body is just barely touching mine.

Help me! You tear down my reason.

Help me! It's your sex I can smell.

Help me! You make me perfect.

Help me become somebody else!

"I want you, Clary." Jonathan says as his hot breath blows across my face. "I need you. Only you make everything better. We were made for each other. I want you to be my Queen and my Goddess. You are mine and I am yours."

"Jonathan." I say. My voice is barely audible. "This is wrong. We can't. You're my brother." I mean for my voice to hold conviction but instead it just sounds like meaningless words coming out of my mouth recited from a script.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

I wanna feel you from the inside.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

My whole existence is flawed.

You get me closer to God!

He smiles knowingly down at me as he sees my resolve breaking down in my eyes. "You know you don't care about that. Our blood makes us practically strangers."

"But, Jonathan." I say breathily. I meant it to come out as I protest but instead, it ended up sounding like how a woman would say her lover's name. He is hovering over me still with my hands pinned to the floor on either side of my head. We are both breathing heavily and my heart is hammering in my chest, and it's not because we are training. It is pounding because I want to kiss him. I want to run my hands down his chest and watch his eyes roll back in his head at my touch. I want his hands all over me no matter if he is technically my brother or not.

My eyes have been locked with his this whole time and then I make the mistake of looking down at his lips. They are full and pouty and parted slightly and I lick my lips as twisted desire runs through me. "Fuck it." I say as I lean up and press my lips to his. He moans a low and throaty moan into my mouth that I have never heard from him before and it sets my insides on fire. I wiggle my wrists to let him know that I want him to let me go and he obliges. I yank them out of his grasp and throw them up and into his sweat soaked hair as I shove my tongue into his mouth...


Jonathan and I haven't always been like this. We were fairly normal siblings most of my life with the exception of his demon blood and my angel blood. I could say that it started when I was five and my father found me and my mother in hiding and took me from her, but if I had to pick one pivotal moment, I would have to say it really started about two weeks ago at a dinner. I had been sitting on my bed after I got dressed and was thinking about the day Father and Jonathan found me. We can come back to this moment later to find out what exactly happened between us, but for now, here is what has happened the past two weeks that has led to this seriously fucked up moment...

"Simon!" Clary yelled loudly. "Where did you go? I give up!" Clary and her best friend Simon were playing hide and seek on the playground in kindergarten. Simon was definitely the best five year old hider of the two and Clary always had trouble finding him. She walks around the slide and looks behind it just as she sees Simon go running by, giggling wildly. "Hey!" she shouts as she turns to take off after him. Simon may be the best hider but Clary was definitely the faster of the two. Just as she is about to take off, she feels strong hands come down around the tops of her arms. She turns to see the person who is holding onto her and is met with an older man with dark brown eyes and white blonde hair.

"What do you want?" she says with annoyance. He is causing her to lose and she doesn't like to lose.

"Clarissa, dear." The man says gently. "I have something to tell you."

She looks at him in confusion trying to figure out how this guy knew her name. She was pretty sure she had never seen him before and her mom had told her all about stranger danger. "Who are you?" Clary says as she takes a cautious step back.

The man smiles warmly at her as he brings his hand up to push the hair out of her face. "That is what I have to tell you." he says sweetly to her. She furrows her brows as he crouches down to be at eye level with her. "I know your mommy, Jocelyn, told you that your daddy died before you were born, but she was wrong." He smiles even wider at her. "I want to tell you that I am your father and that I didn't die."

Clary looks at him skeptically for a moment as she shifts her weight uncomfortably. "But mommy said that my daddy died. How do I know that you aren't a liar?" she asks him innocently.

"Because," he says as he grabs her hands gently. "I know that your mommy likes to paint. And when she does, she scrunches her eyebrows together like she is thinking really hard about something and she gets this little line in between her eyes that looks like the letter T. I also know that she loves the song 'winkin, blinkin, and nod' and that she sings it to you before bed every night and her favorite food is spinach pizza."

Clary makes a face of disgust as she thinks about the spinach pizza her mom loves and the man laughs at her scrunched up face. "How do you know all of that?" Clary asks the man as soon as he stops laughing.

"Because, Clarissa, I am married to your mommy and I am your father." His eyes are honest and unwavering and Clarissa brings her hand up to the large heart shaped freckle on his neck. She touches it and then pulls her hand back to touch the same freckle on her neck. The one that she hates so much. "We have the same heart." Clary says lowly in shock to him and he gives her a blinding smile. "We do have the same heart." he says to her. She brings her eyes back up to meet his and studies him for a minute before saying, "Daddy?" unsurely.

The man smiles widely at this and then pulls her in for a big hug. Clary slowly wraps her arms around his neck as he crushes her tiny body to him. "I can't believe that my daddy is alive." she says as the excitement of having a daddy starts to fill her. She will have someone to beat up all of the annoying boys that she doesn't like and someone to carry her when she gets hurt like she saw Simon's daddy do when he broke his leg a few months ago. She pulls back from him with a smile on her face and jumps up and down in excitement. "Does mommy know that you didn't die?" she asks excitedly. "Because if she doesn't, we should go tell her! She will be so excited to see you!"

"Clary?!" Simon yells from across the playground. "Who are you talking to?" he asks confused.

"It's my daddy!" she yells loudly and with pure excitement. Simon pushes his glasses up his nose as he looks baffled at what she said. "But there is no one there." he yells back to her.

"I think you need new glasses, Simon." she says exasperatedly. "He is right here!" and she points to her daddy who is smiling at her. Simon then looks even more confused before he starts to slowly walk back over to her. He father stands up and takes her hand and Clary smiles up at him. "I think we should go find mommy and tell her the good news." her father says to her. She jumps up and down in excitement and says, "Yeah! We should do it!" and he starts to lead her away. They walk over to the gate to the fenced in area and he scoops her up into his arms as he unlatches the gate. Clary looks over his shoulder at Simon who is looking to where she just was in confusion and acting like he can't see her anymore.

"Clary?!" he yells questioningly looking around.

Clary raises her hand and waves it wildly over her dad's shoulder. "Bye Simon! I'll see you later!" she yells at him but he still seems to not see or hear her as her dad carries her away. She turns to her dad and catches his eyes. "Simon really needs new glasses." she says seriously to him. "He couldn't even see me wave goodbye to him." Her father chuckles a little at this and then smiles at her. "You are probably right, Clarissa." he says as he stops in front of a large black SUV and opens the back door.

"You have a car?!" Clary yells excitedly. "You must be rich!"

He laughs again as he puts her in the back seat. "There is so much to tell you, sweet one." He says as he scoots in the back with her. To her utter surprise, she feels someone tug on her hair. She reaches up to grab her head and then turns around and sees a little boy with white blonde hair and dark eyes like her daddy in the row of seats behind her. "Ouch." she says as she glares at him. He father turns around and spots the boy back there and gives him a stern look. "Apologize to your sister." he says authoritatively to him.

Clary darts her head back to her father in surprise and confusion as he looks down to her. "I was hoping to tell you another way, but this is your brother, Jonathan." He gestures to the boy in the back seat who is now glaring at her. She smiles widely at him and his face turns confused as Clary scrambles over the seat to get to him. She plops down in the seat next to his and then throws her arms around her brother's neck as she says "I have always wanted to have a brother or a sister!" Jonathan just sits there completely baffled as to why she is hugging him. He just pulled her hair. If it was him, he would still be mad at her. She pulls back to look at his confused face and then takes her hand up to his face and smooths out the lines of his expression and then puts her fingers on either side of his mouth and pulls it up in an effort to get him to smile.

"Clarissa, I wouldn't do that..." her father tries to warn her. She doesn't even pay him any attention as she smiles brightly at Jonathan as she tries to get him to smile. He looks into her bright green eyes studying her for a moment before he pulls his mouth into a smile. Clary's responding smile completely lights up her face and she throws her arms around his neck once more again and this time, Jonathan hesitantly brings his arms up and around his younger sister. At first, he thought that having another sibling to take more attention away from him from his father was going to be a horrible thing. He never thought in a million years that his sister would actually give him more attention and be happy that he was there. He just assumed that she would be jealous and hate him right from the start the way he hated the other Jonathan for taking his father's attention away from him.

Clary pulls back and says, "We are going to be best friends forever, aren't we Jonathan?" He glances unsurely to his father who looks weary but nods his head and then he looks back to Clary and gives her a nod of his head in agreement and she squeals with excitement.

The SUV pulls away from the curb then as Clary's father watches his children with apprehension while she assaults him with questions. "How old are you?" she asks her brother. "I'm six." Jonathan says seriously. This is the first time he has spoken since she got in the car and she squeals with excitement again from hearing his voice. "What do you like to do for fun?" Clary asks him next. His eyes are trained directly into hers now as he is unwilling to look away from her. He finds her to be completely fascinating. "I like to fight."

Clary scrunches up her face in confusion as she asks, "Fighting isn't fun. Don't you get hurt when you fight?" Her voice is laced with uncertainty and curiosity. "Sometimes. But only if I am not good enough. Most of the time, I am the one doing the hurting."

"Does that mean that you will hurt me if we fight?" five year old Clary asks with a little trepidation to her voice. He studies her for a minute as he slightly tilts his head to the side in thought. Their father is watching their interaction with the most rapt expression. He is even more interested in what Jonathan will say than even Clary is. "I don't think I will." Jonathan finally says. His voice holds a little surprised tone to it as if he is surprised at his own answer.

"Good." Clary says sternly. "I don't think we could be best friends if you are going to hurt me and I want you to be my best friend and I want to be yours. Will you be mine and I yours?" she asks innocently. Jonathan smiles widely at her for the first time giving her his first genuine smile he has had in months. He likes the idea of her being his. Her being only his best friend and belonging to no one else. Jonathan breaks eye contact with Clary then and looks to his father. "Can we keep her, Father?" he asks stunning him. He looks at his son as a warm smile spreads across his face and he replies. "Of course. We are never going to let her go again."

Jonathan gives his father a huge smile as Clary reaches out and grabs his hand to hold. He looks down at her small hand in his and then back up to her smiling face as she says, "This is the best day EVER!"

Looking back at that moment from a different perspective made me huff out a short and humorless laugh. 'If I only knew then what I know now' I think to myself. That I would never see my friend Simon or my mother again or that I would have to leave everything I ever knew, I wouldn't have been so willing to go with him. I was just so excited to have a father and a brother that I never bothered to wonder why he approached me by myself instead of when I was with my mother. I can't really blame myself though because I was only five years old and my mother never told me anything about who I really was. She never told me that my father was really alive and who he really was.

And anyway, it's not like I have had the most horrible life since then. It has been pretty descent. Father is a harsh man but I bring out the softer side of him. I think I am the only one who can do that with him. He likes to spoil me sometimes with things that I want and will sometimes even be the loving father that I know he can be. Most of the time though, he is harsh and demanding and expects nothing but the best from me and Jonathan. He trains us relentlessly and doesn't accept anything but the best from us. Even though I hated it growing up, Jonathan and I are surely the best shadowhunters of our generation. The whippings he would give me when I would do wrong or make a mistake would make me so mad and Jonathan even madder. Both of us have developed a healthy fear of him since childhood because of this. This one time, he got out a whip and begin to bring it down onto my back and Jonathan ran and placed himself in between me and the whip. It slashed him across the face and the look Father gave him would make a grown man cower.

Jonathan just straightened out his back and stood up tall to our father with a defiant look on his face. Father grabbed him by the arm without saying a word and started to drag him away. I jumped up and started to scream and chase after them knowing what he was going to do to my brother. I can still hear the tortured screams coming from the cellar from when Father would whip Jonathan with the demon metal. I spent four days with Jonathan in his room after that tending to his lash marks. He would pull me into him at night and we would cuddle in sleep. I would have healed him with one of my special runes, but Father made sure that all of the steles had been taken away from us. Not that an iratze would have done much good though. That is when the first seed of hatred for him was planted in my heart. It has grown steadily since then as the Father that I love slowly slips away. It's like the older he gets, the further away he gets from the father he used to be. He still occasionally shows me that fatherly love and affection and will, like I said, sometimes spoil me with things but he is more closed off and more secretive than ever before. I feel like he is slowly shutting me out for some reason.

Maybe it's because he is almost ready to move ahead with his plans for..."Clarissa!" dad shouts up the stairs to me. Crap. I have been day dreaming again. "Coming Father!" I yell down the stairs as I stick my head out of my room. I run back over to my full length mirror as I check myself one more time. I am wearing the green cocktail dress dad told me to put on and my hair is in soft waves and swept to one side. He wants me to make a good impression on Blackwell's son who he clearly wants me to marry. He is treating me like a possession to be given away like a trophy to the one he deems worthy. Too bad I have absolutely have no intention of being with his son in any capacity. If he is anything like his father, then I will find him repulsive just like I do Blackwell with him and his wondering eyes. I swear, every time that Father turns around, Blackwell stares at my chest or ass. I am pretty sure that is why Jonathan wants to kill him every time he sees him. I turn around and grab my lip gloss off of my large four post bed and slide it over my lips one more time. I rub my lips together and smooth down my hair with my fingers and then dart over to the door and slip through it.

My bedroom is at the end of the second story hallway and I make the short ten foot distance to the stairwell, glancing at Jonathan's room straight ahead, before turning right and gliding down the stairs quickly, yet gracefully. Father didn't spend all of that money on etiquette classes for me to run into the library like an animal. I reach the bottom of the stairs that empty into the grand foyer and turn right into the receiving room and navigate around the couches and over to the library doors. I reach the doors and take a deep breath to collect myself before reaching for the handle.

I push open one of the large mahogany doors and step into the room with a polite smile on my face. There is a fire roaring in the large fireplace on the left side of the room and I see father standing in front of it with a glass of scotch in one of his hands while the other is tucked into the front pocket of his sleek suit. He turns to face me then and his eyes light up for a fraction of a second before he clamps down on that emotion and pulls his walls back down. "You look lovely tonight, Clarissa. I am glad that you decided to wear the dress I bought you last week." he says to me in a cool tone.

"Thank you, Father." I say back to him with a smile. Like I really had a choice as to what to wear. He came in my room last week with our 'nanny/maid' with her carrying an armful of bags from fancy designer stores and dumped them onto my bed. He reached out and grabbed the bag that this dress was in and handed it to me as I sat in my plush drawing chair and practically told me to wear it for my first meeting with Curtis Blackwell. I know he wants me to 'make a good match' with him but I could care less. He has controlled every aspect of my life since he took me when I was five but he will never control my love life. He never has and never will. Not that I have had much of a love life. The farthest I have ever gone with a boy was a hot make out session when I snuck out one night by portal. We groped each other and he almost made my toes curl with my first climax but his brother interrupted us by barging into the guy's room. I buttoned up my pants and made my escape then. I was so lucky that neither Father or Jonathan caught me that night.

"Where is your brother?" Father says and it snaps me out of my own head.

"I am not sure." I say in reply. "I thought he would have already been down here with you." As if on cue, Jonathan opens the door that I just came through and shuts it behind him without looking up. When he does, his eyes land on me and widen slightly. They then drag slowly up and down my body as I see his mouth part slightly. "Jonathan." Father says grabbing his attention. He smooths out his face as he looks up to our father. "It is nice you finally decided to join us." he says in a monotone voice, expressing his displeasure at Jonathan's tardiness.

"I got caught up at the business meeting you sent me to this evening." Jonathan says coolly to him. I can tell by the expression on his face that there was definitely more to the story than him just going to a business meeting. Father probably sent Jonathan to either beat someone up or kill them. Usually no one sees Jonathan and walks away alive because he and I are Valentine Morgenstern's biggest secret. Hell, I have only ever seen a handful of other people on a regular basis my entire life. He only lets his most 'trusted' circle members know about us and even then, they are directed to never talk of us to anyone. I am sure that each one of them thinks that they are the only ones to know about us. Only Pangborn and Blackwell and about four others have seen us all together with one another. Still, I am sure they are too afraid of Jonathan or my father to ever utter our names without being in our presence and directly talking to one of us.

"Will Elizabeth be joining us?" I ask father. Elizabeth Greenbow is dad's longtime girlfriend who has been trying to get him to commit for the past five years. The stupid woman has been trying to play mother to Jonathan and I for years. Too bad for her father is still in love with our mother and will never commit to her. She is either stupid or blind for not seeing that after all this time.

Father looks over to me then and shakes his head. "She will not. I have broken things off with her since we are almost ready to move forward with the takeover. I don't need any unnecessary distractions in the coming months."

I nod my head and then look to Jonathan next to me to see he is wearing the same face of 'yeah, right' that I am. We have both seen the space in his closet full of clothes for our mother that he has slowly been collecting over the past few months. We also both know that he fully intends on her coming back to him and joining our so called family. I honestly have no idea what she will do. I haven't seen her for thirteen years and the mother I remember is just fleeting memories from a child's perspective. Not much to go on and be a good judge of her personality and predict what she will do.

I look back to father who has returned to his previous position of staring into the flames when I feel Jonathan's hand touch the bare skin of my exposed back. The dress I am wearing is a high necked backless cocktail dress that comes to my knees. It is just the right amount of classy and sexy that I would expect from my father trying to pair me off with his cronies' kids. Jonathan leans down as his hand slides lower on my back and sends chills through my body and whispers in my ear, "You look stunning tonight. You know how I love your hair swept to one side." His breath on my neck is hot and it tickles me while simultaneously sending electrical impulses across my skin. His touch and presence didn't used to have this kind of effect on me. This happens to be a more recent development that has me so confused and keeps me up pacing my room at night.

"Thank you, Jonathan." I say to him as I turn my face up to him. He gives me his sexy crooked smile and I can't help but wonder why he is using the smile that he picks up women with on me. A voice in the back of my head tells me that I do know why but I tell that voice to shut up and it does.

Just then, I hear the bell on the front door chime and father looks up and over to us. Jonathan pulls his hand back from my skin at a normal speed and then turns to grab the door knob. He pushes the door open for me and allows me to walk through and I hear father set down his glass on the table and then he is behind me as Jonathan closes the door. I allow Father to pass and let him take the lead to the door. Jonathan and I position ourselves a good five or six feet behind him to allow him room to greet and welcome his guests. Just as Father reaches the door and extends his hand to grasp the door knob, Jonathan bends down once again and whispers in my ear again, except this time, his voice is low and holds a dangerous promise. "Just remember, Clary, that no matter what is said tonight, know that you are mine and no one else's."

I turn my head to face him instantly and find that his face is still right beside my head. His nose is brushing mine and his lips are just centimeters from mine. My breath catches as I realize his proximity to me and the atmosphere of the air that is between us. If I didn't know any better, I would say that it was filled with sexual tension but he is my brother and I know it must be something else. His eyes are boring into mine and my lips part slightly as I suck in a ragged breath. I see his lips part from my peripheral vision and I look down at his lips as I bite my bottom lip nervously.

For some insane reason, I feel myself leaning forward slightly to him and he jerks himself back up to face the door just as Father swings it open. I mentally curse myself for my stupidity. He probably would be horrified with the sick and twisted thoughts that were running through my mind just now. That is probably why he pulled away so quickly.

I snap my head back to in front of me and put on the best impression of a smile that I can as the opening door reveals Blackwell and his wife, Amanda. I can only see them as they smile and greet father and step into the foyer. Then I see who I am assuming is Curtis Blackwell step forward and groan internally at who father is trying to pawn me off on. Father kept telling me all week how he was such a promising young shadowhunter who had a lot of potential. In other words, this is who I have chosen for you, Clarissa, and there will be no arguing.

Curtis steps in the door and the first thing I notice is his light brown hair and his nondescript brown eyes as they land on Father and he shakes his hand. He smiles brightly at him and I see that he is rather plain looking. Not handsome but not ugly either. Just a guy you would pass walking down the street and take no notice of.

"It's so good to see you again, Curtis." My father says with fervor. I groan internally at the look of awe on Curtis' face as my father tells him that. That is when Curtis looks over to me and his smile widens. His eyes slide down and then back up my body appreciatively and come to rest on my face with a very approving look in his eyes. Apparently, he likes what he sees. Curtis steps forward and extends his hand to me and I smile politely and hold my hand out to shake his. Instead, he grabs my hand gently and turns it over and places a kiss on the back of my knuckles while making eye contact with me. I smile awkwardly at him as he does this when I really just want to roll my eyes, and I can hear Jonathan let out of huff of air. His attempt to be charming is pathetic.

I glance up at Jonathan standing next to me and I can see that he knows that Curtis doesn't impress me as I don't even begin to blush at his gesture. I quickly look back to Curtis and elbow Jonathan in the side for him to behave because I don't want him to get in trouble with father. "It is so nice to finally meet you, Clarissa." Curtis says as he straightens back up while still holding my hand.

I smile politely at him (I feel like I will be doing a lot of polite smiling tonight) and pull my hand back to myself with a little effort because he was holding onto it a little too long and too tightly. "Please, call me Clary." I say to him and he smiles even wider at me.

Jonathan steps forward then and extends his hand to Curtis and says, "I don't believe we have met." Curtis reaches out and takes Jonathan's hand as he says "Jonathan Morgenstern." As soon as their hands come in contact and grasp one another, I see the muscles in Jonathan's hand flex and watch as Curtis' eyes widen fractionally as my brother squeezes his hand with what I am sure is blinding strength. He tries to pull his hand back but Jonathan doesn't let go. "I have been looking forward to meeting you, Curtis." he says with too much eagerness for Jonathan to ever contain.

Curtis swallows visibly as he croaks out, "Likewise." and Jonathan finally lets go of his hand. I watch in amusement as Curtis pulls his hand away with a release of relieved breath and he flexes his hand slowly.

"Shall we move into the dining room for dinner?" Father says with perfect civility and etiquette. Blackwell and his wife smile warmly at him as she says, "That sounds wonderful."

Curtis smiles back at me and offers his arm for me to hold onto and I give him a small smile as I take his arm. He escorts me into the dinning room as Jonathan comes up on the other side of me and I can feel his eyes boring into Curtis with pure hatred. Jonathan has always been protective of me but I have never seen him act like this right off of the bat with someone. I can feel the waves of fury rolling off of him. A part of me hates it and a part of me likes it when he gets like this. This will hopefully be an interesting evening with how Jonathan is acting I think to myself as Curtis leads me to the left of my father who sits at the head of the table.

Jonathan moves to sit next to me but our father cuts in. "Jonathan. Why don't you sit next to Amanda over here?" He gestures to the opposite side of the table and Jonathan smiles tightly and nods. Blackwell sits to the left of my father and then me and then Curtis. Amanda sits on the other side of Father and Jonathan sits directly across from me.

Man, I hate this. I really don't want to be sandwiched in between the two men but here I am, sandwiched between them. Curtis turns to face me as I place my napkin in my lap while the servants bring in the first course of salad. "Your father has told me that you like to draw." He says with a smirk on his face.

"I do." I say as my salad is set in front of me. "Although I don't feel I am very good at it."

"You are an amazing artist." Jonathan cuts in and says with fervor. I blush a little at the intensity of his words and dip my head to the table where I reach to pick up my fork.

"When could I get to see some of your doodles?" Curtis asks to try and regain my attention and I just want to smack him. He actually said 'doodles' and not art and not drawings.

I look up to him with a tight and annoyed smile. "Well I don't like to show my doodles to people." I say doodles with annoyance. "There are some sketchbooks that I might could show you at some point but most are like a diary to me that no one sees."

He smirks at me and leans closer to my ear and says, "In that case, I am sure they will soon be filled with pictures of me." and then he actually winks at me. No, seriously. He winks at me like some dirty old man would that follows you around in the grocery store. Nothing about it was sexy or flirtatious in a good way like how Jonathan does it.

I don't really know how to respond without coming off like a bitch so I just smile and resign myself to just get through this one dinner without pissing Father off. I don't think he would like it if I punched Curtis in the face. I look up to Jonathan then I can see him glaring daggers at Curtis as Father and Blackwell and Amanda converse among themselves. I quickly think to myself that I probably won't have to punch him with the way my brother is glaring at him. He will probably do it for me. In fact, Jonathan has killed people just because they looked at him the wrong way. It's not his fault. It's his demon blood that sometimes takes over. He just can't help himself. Just like he can't help but look like he is going to kill Curtis right now. Maybe this dinner won't be so horrible after all if I get to see him punch Blackwell's son.

I extend my foot out to touch Jonathan's leg under the table to regain his attention. He looks back over to me and I smile at him and this seems to relax him. His tense shoulders soften and he sits forward and starts to eat his salad. After a few bites of my food, Curtis leans into me again as our parents talk and says lowly, "I am so glad that you are not an ugly toad." I furrow my brows and turn to face him in shock. I can't believe he said that to me. "Um, thanks, I guess." I say sourly to him.

"No, really." Curtis says as he leans even closer to me. "You are unbelievably hot." and then I feel his hand start to slide on top of my left leg. My mouth falls open in surprise at his boldness and I reach my hand down and grab his hand on my leg and throw it back at him. "Don't touch me like that." I say quietly to him through gritted teeth.

He just smirks at me as he sits back up straight in his chair. "Why not? My father has already told me that we are to be married so don't play coy with me."

I narrow my eyes at him. "If you think I am going to marry you just because my father and yours said so, then you are sadly mistaken." I say to him with venom. Who the hell does he think he is thinking he can touch me like that?

He lets out an amused laugh at this and says, "Your father told me you were a spitfire and that I would have to tame you. But that's okay." He turns and faces me again as he leans in close to me. "That just means you will be a wild one in the sack."

My mouth falls open in shock at his words and I reach down to pull my napkin from my lap so I can storm off as I hear a chair scrape harshly against the marble floor. I look up to see Jonathan coming across the top of the table with pure rage in his eyes and I start to smile.


How perfect was that song for Jonathan? Right?

Okay guys. I have a question for you. What is your favorite fan fiction story on this website? I am looking for a good read and I need suggestions as I have read a lot of them.

I also want to ask you to bear with me. This first chapter kind of jumped around but it was necessary to set up the rest of the story.

Also, if you wanted an idea of what Clary's dress looks like, search for All or Nothing Forest Green Backless dress from Lulus. That is what I pictured for it.