This is my first fanfic and I really hope you like it!

The characters in this story (besides Evangeline) do not belong to me as they are the genius of Cassandra Clare, but this storyline does belong to me.

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Jace. The reason I'm locked down here. The person I'd learned to hate over the years. Jace Herondale. He was the perfect one, the one Valentine loved. He never even gave me a second look. Jace would pay for what happened to me. I had never met him, but I hated him with all my heart. A whip met my skin as I thought about ways to get my revenge. Someone pulled my hair, causing me to look up at him. The real Jonathan. The one that was related to the angel girl, Clarissa. I had heard many things from the voices outside my cell. Jonathan slightly smiled at me.

"Valentine is dead." I looked at him, confused. There was a knife in his back.

"Shouldn't you be?" I asked with a smirk. He pulled my hair harder. If my hands weren't tied behind my back, I would have choked him right about then. But he loved it even more when I tried to fight back, the bastard.

Jon was the one person who I knew well enough to know what he was thinking, as he was one of the only people I knew. A few of the other people included guards and Valentine, and some of Valentine's experiments. I was one of them myself. Jace got the sugarcoated lies. He got to believe that his daddy was the best man in the whole entire universe. He got birthday presents and smiles and hugs. And what did I get for my birthdays? Here's a list of what I remember.

9th: They took so much blood from me that I was unconcious for days.

10th: I got my skin tested. They just cut chunks of flesh from my body and tested it.

11th: My skull was cut open. While I was still concious.

12th: I was left alone for days without water or food, they wanted to see how long I would survive.

13th: They put me through a battery of needles, all having demon blood in them. I still had the scars.

14th: I was made to run a burning track over and over again without water.

15th: Valentine just left me and Jon to go spend the day with Jace. Trust me, being in a room alone with Jon made me wish it was my 11th birthday.

16th: They tried to see how far my joints could go. My shoulder was severly dislocated after that.

17th: They had been oddly nice to me that year, not doing any experiments. Maybe they were too busy prepping for the big war.

"I'm in power now. His empire is now mine. And I will bring his ideas to life. The Clave will be mine." I smiled.

"And you chose to disturb my peace and tell me this why?" He was silent, his grip on my hair becoming stronger. I felt the pull on my scalp, like little pins. "Because you need me to complete you little plan, right?" His eyes narrowed on me.

"I'm dead to the world, you never existed to the world, it's a perfect plan. I don't need you, but you will make it much easier." I could see how much it hurt him to admit that he wanted something that he couldn't have. He knew very well that I would never join him. But I just laughed.

"Your expression is prize enough for all these years." He was taken aback. "If I join you, what's in it for me?" He let go of my hair, sitting down in front of me. I was on my knees, my hands chained to the wall behind me.

"You'll be free. You'll have to use your abilities." He waited to say the last thing. I wasn't looking at him. "And I'll let you personally kill Jace Herondale." This caused my head to snap up so fast it hurt.

"You'll what?" He smiled.

"You heard me. When I finish off Clary, Jace is all yours. You can kill him, let him live and torture him for life, cut off his limbs. Anything you desire, Evangeline." This caused me to really think. Was my revenge worth it? "This is our only chance to get back at them, and I for one don't want it to slip through my fingers." I thought about it for a second.

"How do I know I can trust you?" He took out a key and put it in my long fingers. I was surprised. He'd just given me my key to freedom. I unlocked the cuffs and rubbed my wrists. They ached so much. I looked at him, wondering whether I should trust him or not. My hand went around his throat, pinning him to the ground. I was over him, my knees on either side of his torso. My eyes searched his for an answer. "Either you're the stupidest man I've ever met, or you're the bravest." He lightly smiled.

"If I trust you enough to know you won't kill me, then you should trust me." My hand tightened.

"You don't know I won't kill you, Jon. I could kill you right now and be done with you." He smiled a little more.

"I know. I trust you. So trust me." This caused my grip to loosen slightly. He took advantage of that and turned the tabled, pinning me to the ground by putting a hand on my shoulder. My hair was spread out behind me on the ground. I was just a bit shorter than Jon. His black eyes and light blonde hair somehow appealed to me. I actually found him very attractive, though his other qualities cancelled that out tenfold.

He crushed his lips to mine, his free hand on the back of my neck. Kissing him was actually very good. It's like that feeling you get when you taste chocolate after a long time. He had his own kind of flavor, though, and I hated to say it, but I was slightly addicted. As soon as his lips released mine, I turned my head so he couldn't reach them. His lips, instead, caressed my neck, eliciting a slight moan from me.

"You sick bastard," I said, trying to sound menacing, but the loss of my breath made that hard. I was keeping my head turned in a painful position. He just chuckled.

"You know just how much I want you, Angie, and you know how much stronger I am, so it was your funeral when you decided to attack me." I heard someone clear their throat and sound a little awkward. Both me and Jon looked to see who it was. Just a guard. "What do you want?" Jon asked, getting off of me. I thanked the lord that the guard came around. The guard looked at me.

"There's someone here. For you." I smiled, getting up and walking past the guard, my finger tracing his jaw line as I walked. I could be very persuasive when I wanted to be.

Jon followed me, staying just a few feet behind me. As soon as I entered the other room, I started thinking of ways to get out. I didn't want to see the person in there. Of course, she was a ghost, but I still didn't want to see her. Her blonde hair was scattered in curls around her face, much like my own. She had a beautifully shaped face, and a small frame. My frame was stronger than hers, more fierce.

"Celine," I said, that one word so poisonous that Jon took a step back. She smiled at me.

"What, I don't get a proper hello from my own daughter?"