She could feel the heat burning off him; it seemed to shimmer around him, like the flame of a dying star. He bent his head until his lips touched her neck, and spoke against her skin, his words matching the tempo of her pulse. She closed her eyes with a shudder as his hands ran up her body.

"You lie when you tell me you'll never love me," he said. "That we're different. You lie just like I do-"

"Stop." She said. "Get your hands off me."

"But you're mine," He said. "I want you to - I need you to-" He took a gasping breath; his pupils were blown wide; something about it terrified her more than anything else he'd ever done. Sebastian in control was frightening; Sebastian in control was something too horrible to contemplate.

He stared into her with a growing lust as his hands slid up her body, fingers traced the length of her collarbone and finally rested at the pulsing vein on the left side of her neck. Clary wanted to keep her eyes open, and scream out for someone to help. Jace, her mom, anyone. But a peaceful tranquility washed over her, and she stopped trying to fight him off. She just stood there. His body pressed up against hers, backing her into the wall of Amatis' spare room. He moved his head and planted a firm kiss on her cheek, and whispered in her ear.

"Come with me." Sebastian breathed. Clary could hear it in his voice that he wanted her. "Come with me." He repeated, when she didn't reply. Still, she said nothing. She probably couldn't have said anything anyway; even if she'd tried. All of a sudden she felt a tiny jolt of pain wash through her as she felt the handle of her sword dig into her side. Heosphoros. She remembers seeing the gleaming blade in Diana's weapon shop only a few days before. She pictured how she'd traced the small stars engraved into the blade, signifying the Morgensterns; the morning star. Clary was with Jace that day.

Jace.

The thought of him had suddenly brought her back into reality. She could still feel Sebastian's mouth on her; just below her right ear. He was planting soft kisses there and his hands had rooted their way into Clarys flaming red curls. She swallowed the urge to scream at him to stop, and kick him. Instead she'd let out a soft moan. She had to make him believe that she was enjoying this. She had felt Sebastians lips curve into a smirk against her neck, and she let out a soft sigh.

Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand had creeped towards the hilt of her sword. Clary needed to be careful; Sebastian couldn't know what she was doing. He started to make his trail of kisses towards the base of her jawline and she knew she needed to be quicker. Clary didn't want his mouth anywhere near hers. Grasping the handle of Heosphoros, she unsheathed the sword and pushed Sebastian back with a force that she had assumed he hadn't expected. She flipped her body around so that he was against the wall and her body was pressed to his.

Her blade was resting against his pale neck. She peered up at him, her emerald eyes meeting with onyx black ones. He seemed more calm than she would've liked. In fact the small smirk he was sporting showed that he wasn't even scared at all. He was enjoying this. Clary must of shown a look of surprise on her face because his smirk grew.

"Did you really think you could defy me? I could feel your hand moving towards your sword Clary. Honestly. When we leave, I really need to help you improve your training. It was awful. Then again, Jace was training you. So no surprise there."

The way that his voice lit up with amusement caused Clary snarl, and press the blade harder against his skin. She could see dark blood begin to trickle along his curved neck, soaking into the collar of his white shirt.

"I should slit your throat, and chop you into tiny pieces for what you've done. You're the biggest monster I've ever known. You deserve to die."

"Maybe so," He said. "but all the same. You are my sister Clarissa. You're my flesh. My blood runs through your veins as does yours in mine. You're mine."

"My blood is nothing like yours. Demon filth!" She spat. "And as for belonging? I belong to myself. I am my own person. You do not own me!"

"Oh, but I do. I'm always in the back of your mind whether you like it or not." He said; an evil grin twisted on his perfect features. "What is Sebastian going to do next? Who is Sebastian planning on killing next?" Clary hated that he was right. "See. You think about me all the time, and you cant even help it. Precious, little sister."

Her grip on her sword must have faulted slightly because it fell to the floor with a loud metallic clang. Clary scrambled to pick it back up but it was useless. He was too much too quick for her. She mentally cursed. Sebastian flipped her back around. She had no way of escaping this now. She should have run when she had the chance.

"Admit it." He whispered, leaning into her. "You think of me."

"Please leave me alone! Why are you so fucking demented!"

"Language Clarissa." He said.

She wanted to scream in frustration.

"Admit it. And I'll let you go."

"You liar."

"You're right. I was lying." He laughed. "If you won't admit that you dream of me, kiss me instead."

Clary felt sick. "You're my brother."

Sebastian's eyes suddenly went all black, like dark tunnels; signifying he was getting angry. As much as she wanted too, she couldn't seem to look away. It was as if they were hypnotizing her, pinning her into place. "So you'll kiss Jace when you thought he was your brother, but you won't kiss me." He said; disgruntled.

"That's different, and you know it. I had to kiss him otherwise we would have never left the faerie realm." Clary didn't really know why she was explaining herself to him. "And besides. I love Jace."

He shook her hard, and his hands gripped her shoulders painfully. "Kiss me. Or I will kill everyone you've ever loved."

"You wouldn't." She said.

"Oh but I would."

"Even if you are a deranged monster; and you are don't get me wrong, there is still something in you. Something worth saving. I know there is. There has to be."

He smirked. "Oh yeah? And why would you think that? Are you doubting my murderous capabilities, little sister?"

Clary smirked back. "Because if there wasn't, you wouldn't be so desperate for me to kiss you."

Sebastian growled and pulled her too him. He mouth latched on to her neck once again, and sucked viciously; kissing and biting hard. "Get off of me!" Clary screamed, but he ignored her. Instead he crashed his lips onto hers, silencing her protests and she was reminded of the burning heat once more. Images of a dark haired Sebastian kissing her outside Ragnor Fells rundown cottage came rushing back to mind. She kept her lips stubbornly shut, and ignored his attempts for entrance. She tried pushing him away from her, but it was useless. His body was a rock, hard and solid with lean muscle that pinned her arms into place. Clary could feel his hands itching lower and lower, until they lingered on her thighs; dangerously close to her crotch area. At this she let out a yelp of surprise and his tongue slipped into mouth, melding with her own. She felt the need to throw up.

His body began grinding against hers, and she heard him let out a loud groan. Clary hadn't realized her eyes had been shut tightly, until she opened them and she saw a figure standing by the window of her bedroom. Panic, and relief both washed over her. She attempted to focus her eyes to see who the person was.

Gleaming, golden orbs met her emerald green ones and she saw Jace gripping the windowsill as she stared at the two of them; an expression of hurt, disgust, and confusion was distorted on his beautiful features. Clary screamed with frustration against her brothers lips, and tried with all her might to get him off her. She shoved him away with horror, and struggled to run to where Jace stood, but Sebastian was too quick. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled he too him before she had even took two steps.

She felt his cold blade against her pulsing neck vein, and forced down a maniacal laugh at the turn of events. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here." Sebastian said in a haunting voice, that sent chills through her spine. "And here I thought you'd never turn up."

Jace glared at him, his eyes glistening in the moonlight. It was early twilight outside, and the sky was a mix of gray and black. Jace unsheathed a seraph blade; muttering its name. It lit up like string lights on a Christmas tree, glowing different shades of blue.

"Try anything, and I'll slit your beloveds throat." Clary squirmed, and fought against Sebastian's iron hold. The sword made a shallow cut a the side of her throat, and pain pulsed through her body. Jace moved a step forward at the sight her blood, and swung the seraph blade in a neat figure of eight.

"Let her go. So we can fight like men. I have the heavenly fire inside me Sebastian. I'm not afraid of you. Or your threats." It was the first time Jace had spoken, and it suddenly felt like it was a lifetime ago since she last saw him. Even though it was only hours before.

"Do you really think I'm going to risk the heavenly fire, and Clarissa in one go? You must think I'm stupid."

"Yeah I do actually. I know you would ever dream of cutting her throat otherwise you would have done it already. The entire reason you're here was to convince her to come with you. Was it not?"

"Jace-" She began to choke out, but Sebastian laid his free hand over her mouth. She screamed in vexation.

"You're right. I would never cut her throat. But I would force her to drink from the cup, and watch you watch her change right before your very eyes." Clary shook in his arms. She couldn't imagine what it would be like becoming an Endarkend. She couldn't even bear the thought of it.

Jace growled. "Don't you go near her with that thing."

Sebastian slid his sword back into his belt, but still had his hand clasped around her face. Then he drew something from the bag around his middle, and Clary watched Jace's eyes widen. Sebastian then held the cup forward so that it was within Clarys sight. Her own eyes widened, and she again tried desperately to get away from her brother. He released his hand over her mouth, and put it around her waist, holding her to him. Then he put the golden cup; tinged with red and black to her lips.

Jace paled and moved forward holding his blade so tightly his skin stretched over the whiteness of his knuckles.

"I wouldn't try that." Sebastian said in amusement. "One move and she is worse than dead to you." Jace stood firmly where he was. He was defeated. If he moved anymore, Sebastian would shove the contents of the cup down Clarys throat; turning her into one of his Endarkend, but if he left, Sebastian would still probably do the same thing. He was stuck. "Now," Sebastian started. "Here's what's going to happen. Me and Clary are going to leave here. Nobody dies, nobody gets turned into an Endarkend. Or, you can try fighting me to get her back, and someone," He motioned to Clary. "gets turned and you," He motioned to Jace "Die. Which one would you prefer little brother, because either way our sister and I will be leaving here tonight."

Jace knew he could try and stop Clary from being turned. So ignoring Sebastian's offers, he leaped forward; hurtling himself towards Sebastian; seraph blade ready in one hand, a long sword in the other. The agility, and strength runes he'd drawn on himself earlier proved well as his body slammed into Sebastian's. Jace's body had started to heat up, and he could feel himself getting warmer and warmer. The heavenly fire was going to try and defend itself, and when that happened not only would Clary be in danger, so would himself.

He had tried many things to control it. Yoga and meditation with Jordan, extra training with Alec, herbal teas; but nothing had seemed to be working. Despite the fact the heavenly fire could kill him and Clary at any second, like a grenade, he continued fighting Sebastian with all his might. His opponent lazily dodged Jace's assaults with his seraph blade, and quickly drew his own sword. Jace carefully avoided a steady swing from Sebastian, and used his ability to lift off the ground doing an impressive back flip in mid air. He was now behind Sebastian, and he reached forward with his long sword to stab him in the gap between his red armor. Then a wave of heat rushed through his entire body and his hand glowed a bright orange. Jace screamed and collapsed to the floor in a heap. The pain was unbearable. He felt as if he were on fire. And he was.

Sebastian let out a deranged laugh, but moved away from him all the same. Jace was on fire, his entire body engulfed in the flames. He knew that when this happened, there was no stopping it. The heavenly fire consumed him. He could still see a tiny bit through the glowing orange flames, and his saw Clary. His beautiful Clary. She was screaming and struggling against Sebastian trying to get to him. Seeing her pale face, scared green eyes, and bright bouncing curls; Jace felt himself cool, and the fire evaporated around them. He was still weak though and when he tried to move he found that he couldn't. He cursed. He was helpless.

"Now look what you've gone and done." Sebastian tutted, his patronizing voice made Jace flame up with anger but still he could do nothing but lie there and watch.

"Sebastian, please. Please, I will do anything you ask just leave him alone. I'm begging you please."

"Shut up!" He screamed at her, yanking her hair hard and slapping her cheek. Clary cried out and crumpled against his body. "You do not get a say in anything." Sebastian held up the cup, and forces the contents into Clarys mouth. Jace screamed, along with her. Clary felt the disgusting demon blood, slide slowly down her throat. She felt like she were swallowing sludge. Her body ached in terrifying agony, that seemed to rip her apart. She tried holding onto Sebastian for support but she was too weak and fell to the ground coughing, and screaming at the same time.

She vomited then. Black mixed with red, leeched out all over the wooden planks and her body screamed for peace. Her higher content of angel blood was rejecting the demon blood. Her hands shook and her vision slipped out of focus but she couldn't miss seeing Jace; beautiful and glowing crawling slowly towards her. Clary felt a hot hand on her arm lifting her body up, and she knew it must be Sebastian but she no longer cared. She was already slipping into unconsciousness.

She tried reaching out for Jace, but her capture wouldn't allow it so instead she said the words.

"I love you."

Clary wasn't sure if she'd mouthed them, whispered them, simply said them or screamed them but all the same she let him know.

Then every went dark, and she slipped into velvety blackness.