So I wrote this in like...15 minutes. It has no ending, really, and probably no point, but it was fun and...sexy, so I hope you like it just for the fun if nothing else. Plus...it's Sebastian aka Jonathan so yknow. Enjoy.

I CHANGED THE TITLE OF THIS STORY TO FIT MORE OF WHAT HAPPENS. SO YEAH...

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The silver-white haired boy in tight black trousers and a fitted black shirt wandered aimlessly along the long stretch of concrete. He was alone, and that was the way things should always be, in his opinion. Although, he wouldn't protest if his baby sister wanted to join him. Sebastian, aka Jonathan Morgenstern, crooked a sly grin as he thought of Clarissa, the sister whom he had not had the pleasure of growing up with. She was a wild thing, a tricky character in the way her mind worked and he longed to look inside, to discover what made her tick.

Certainly, pushing her up against a wall and feeling her skin on his, kissing her tender lips and neck in an act of devour wasn't something she seemed to appreciate. He would just have to come up with another trick. Something...humane.

It wasn't that he actually fancied her. That would be wrong on so many levels, but that he just wanted to feel loved and to love in return. That thought made him laugh out loud,causing stray animals to turn their tiny heads and stare at him. Some with bright green eyes and some as dark as the centre of his heart.

The roads were all but deserted. On his way to Pandemonium, a now secluded club in the middle of the night, he was going to meet somebody very special. If they turned up, that was.

They would.

He checked his watch, tilting it this way and that so some semblance of moonlight could hit it. Almost time, he thought.

Leaning against the brick exterior of the club, he bent a leg back, leaning his foot against the wall as to look casual, unaffected. But when Clarissa came around the corner in high leather shoes with four inch heels, leather pants that fit like a dream and a crop top the dark shade of purple, he felt his pulse beat frantically. Her red auburn hair splayed out over her shoulders in waves and he took in a steady breath to calm himself.

However, he knew instantly that this version of his sister was not really her. She was possessed. How that could be possible, he didn't actually know the workings off.

One side of her mouth turned up in a half smile and Sebastian moved toward her, his arms out to embrace her in a hug. But she swatted it away.

"Do you know how hard it was to make this disgusting human succumb to me? I hope you know what you are doing, Jonathan," said the possessed Clary. She subconsciously bit her nails and a craving built inside of him at the sight of her every move.

"Of course I know," he snapped, not liking her tone. In another flash his temper changed to seduction and he leaned into her anyway, one hand stroking the side of her face and the other up her top, feeling the slight dip of her spine and the clasp of her bra. "Mmm, you smell nice,"

"So do you, octopus boy, but perhaps we should get onto business? You said you'd pay me if I brought her to you, so pay up."

Sebastian backed away and groaned, running a hand over his hair in frustration. He had said he would, hadn't he? He dug into his pocket and produced a slim ring, much like what the Seelie Queen had given him earlier that year before his...disappearance.

The demon inside Clary ogled the object with glee, eyes wide in hope and as the ring settled into its palm, it seemed to disappear on its own. Soon there was no ring and then he felt the shift of spirits, the demon leaving Clary's body and with that, she started to fall. He caught her with ease, gently setting her against the same wall he'd inhabited a few moments ago and as she came around, recognition took over.

"You!" she spat. Clary attempted to push him off her but with a touch to her lips, she relaxed. Sebastian had learnt that trick from a very powerful source, one in which he hoped never to meet again. He had a special potion, as it were, that could reduce anyone to be influenced by...well, anyone. And right now, all he wanted was Clarissa Fray.

"Yes. Me." he murmured into her ear and he felt her stir beneath him, welcoming him where the real, alert Clary wouldn't.

"You smell so good," she whispered before meeting her lips with his and he drank in her wanting, her longing, like he was parched in the desert.

"I know I do." he said to himself. He grinned against her, not daring to let her go.