Disclaimer: All rights except plot line to Cassandra Clare

Chapter 1:

Clarys POV

I felt blood, mostly mine running down me; drenching my clothes but the attacker was relentless. After all, he knew I could be healed with a simple rune, and that was more than enough reason for him to continue his assault. He only left a second's moment between every blow, long enough for me to feel the pain, but not long enough for me to actually recover in the slightest. I felt the sting of the glass table that I had slammed into cutting into my back, and I winced, letting a single tear trail down my face, to mix in with the blood.

Even as I tried to hide my weakness, the glint in his black eyes was enough to tell me that nothing had escaped his notice. Lightning fast, he grabbed the front of my shirt, or at least what was left of it. The silk blouse was nearly destroyed, the fabric stained beyond recover

I only had time to flinch before I was slammed into a wall, and was too weak to even move. My attacker fisted my shirt once more, pulling me up then holding me against him as he back me into the wall. I was too weak to try and flee, to hold my own against, too weak to even open my eyes or hold up my head.

"Aww, I thought you would be more of a sport, Clarissa, dear. Now I wont have nearly as much fun." His breath warmed my ear, making me nearly throw up against his shirt, but, by the angel, as much as I wanted too, I was too weak. "But that doesn't mean I wont have any" he said with a light chuckle.

He slammed his mouth against mine, and a sudden surge of energy came from the disgust and hatred towards him, and I managed to struggle against him, but somewhere in the back of both our minds, we both knew it was a hopeless gesture made in vain. He came up to look at me, like I was a pet of his, like he was enjoying my struggles. He probably was.

His silvery blonde hair swayed in front of his eyes, making him seem more psychotic than he was. "Now now, we don't want you to get too tired before the main event of the night, now do we? That would be a terrible bore for me, and that wouldn't be considerate, would it?" He was taunting me, my weakness, my hopelessness, my inability to do more than squirm in his grip. "Clary, clary clary. Feisty, aren't you. My little spitfire."

His eyes suddenly darkened considerably, now reflecting nothing back, only taking everything in. He slammed his mouth against mine, this time biting my lip to distract me, then thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He also loosened his grip on my wrists that he had held against the wall, skimming down my body until he reached the button at my jeans. His hand fumbled as I tried to push him away. Once I realized that that wasn't going to work, I grabbed his wrists and tried to pry them off my jeans. He removed his hands only for a second to break my right wrist, then went back to work. I tried screaming, but it was muffled against his mouth.

God, how I wish Jace were here to pull him off, to break every last bone in his body, only to throw him against the wall and break every bone twice. But I knew he couldn't come to my rescue, because my attacker had also killed Jace in front off me only minutes ago. No one could help me now, except myself, and I was drained of any energy I had left at the thought. My wrist was screaming in agony, as well as some of my ribs, my left shin and ankle. I knew they were all broken. Maybe I would go along with it all, just to get healed and have the pain end. But no, Jace would be so disappointed in me, and there would be no real end to the pain, only time to heal.

Just as the button opened, he pushed the hem of my jeans to my mid thighs, and started to undo his own pants. I could feel the desire radiating off of him. I felt everything leave me, leaving behind the shell of a girl about to be raped. I tried again to escape, but he noticed and retaliated my slapping me across my face. A new stream of blood started to flow out my mouth, engulfing my mouth with a metallic taste that was drowning me. I spit it in his face, and he only looked at me and laughed.

"Now now, my beautiful one, is that anyway to treat your brother?" and he entered me.

And then I woke up.