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The City of the Lost Heart
Clary dragged her feet down the dim corridor of the Institute. It had been a long day of training, and her body was on fire. She sighed, and stopped in front of her room.
She tensed. The door was opened in a small crack. Slowly, she peeked through the crack, and saw nothing but darkness.
Shit, she thought. She didn't have anything; anything to stab with or hit with on her. Not even a stele. Well, since she could fight a little with her bare hands already, she decided it's the time to practice.
Kicking the door open, she charged in her room. There was no one.
The door closed behind her and a hand came around her. Her heat stopped for a beat, horror filled her body as she worked up to a scream. The hand covered her mouth and whoever it was pushed her against the wall.
Clary mumbled through the hand that covered her mouth and tried breaking away. But the person did not let go. Finally, Clary stopped fighting. What was weird was, even though she could felt the person really close to her, she couldn't feel any body heat radiating from the hand or around her.
The hand loosened a little. She looked up, and saw her own eyes in a black pair, cold and unearthly.
"Sebastian?" she gasped trough his hand.
"Hello, dear sister." Sebastian grinned. "Happy to see me again?"
"How…?"
"I'm part demon, little sister. In case you don't know, it means I don't die. I just return to the demon dimension," he explained, a sneer obvious in his eyes.
And now he's here, Clary thought, terrified by the idea of what he had in mind. "Why are you here?" It was hard to maintain the steadiness in her voice.
"I missed you," Sebastian said playfully.
Her anger rose up, burying her fear. "Like hell I'm gonna believe that," she spat.
"What, you don't believe me?" Sebastian exclaimed with fake hurt. "I should be mad at you."
"For what?" Clary scoffed, praying for the hand off her mouth.
"Killing our father," he replied with the of-course tone.
"He was never my father!" Clary shot back. "And I didn't kill him; he got himself killed by…"
But Sebastian just shoved her to the corner. Clary hit the wall and fell. "He didn't! It was all your fault! And…" he thought of something, then said, "of course. How could I ever forget? Jace."
Clary got up. Where was Jace? She hadn't seen him the whole day. Bad thoughts crammed Clary's mind as she tried to think clearly. "H-how did you get here? I mean, in the Institute?"
"Ah-ah…Don't change the subject, and how I got in is not important. What was I talking about? Oh, right. Jace." He grinned like an evil kid who just had the most brilliant idea ever. "How is he?"
"That's none of your business," Clary said coldly. Slowly, she slid toward the door. If she could get out of her room, she might be able to get to someone for help.
Sebastian, who seemed to have read her mind, blocked the door. "Oh, no, little sister. We have a lot to discuss; don't want you running away now, do we?" he leaned on the door.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, causing Sebastian to lose his balance momentarily.
"God, did the door get heavier?" said a annoyed male voice. "What happened to the light? Clary, you asleep?"
Sebastian tensed for a second, then he was suddenly behind Clary, his arm wrapped around her, and something cold and sharp scraped against her throat.
Clary gasped at the same time the light turned on. She blinked a few times, slowly adjusting to the lighting.
Jace stood at the door, dressed in Shadowhunter gear, looking from her to Sebastian.
It was the second time Clary saw Jace look caught off guard.
"Sebastian!" he quickly recovered himself and smiled. "How nice to see you again! I take it that you couldn't forget my handsome face so you come back from hell?"
Clary rolled her eyes despite the fact that a knife was threatening to cut her throat open.
Sebastian smiled, but unlike the sarcastic smile on Jace, it was a cold lift of his lips. "Don't get too proud, angel boy. I think you forgot who's in control here." He pressed the knife harder to Clary's neck. A little stream of blood tickled down her neck. One sudden sharp pain made her suck a breath in.
The smile on Jace's face disappeared. "No, Jonathan. I didn't forget. So do your daddy Valentine proud and don't be such a despicable bitch, holding a weak girl as hostage to threaten me."
"Jace!" Clary hissed. Oh God, he's out'ta his mind.
Sebastian's expression was indifferent. But his voice was. "What I do has nothing to do with Father," he said, a dangerous note in his voice. "I'm taking you don't care what happens to her?" He stabbed in the knife with controlled strength. Clary screamed.
"Clary," Jace called and made a move to run to her, but thought otherwise.
Sebastian pulled out the knife and held it millimeters from her neck. Blood streamed down her pale flesh and the knife. "You are one stupid boy. I wonder why Father chose you."
Jace was trying hard not to let his anger take over. "How did you get in here?"
"Ah, finally getting to the point, I see. I'm not here, dear angel brother."
"Then what…a Projection," Jace said, hit by sudden realization. "But…"
"Valentine." The name jumped out of Clary's mouth, surprising everyone and herself. The memory of Valentine's projection reaching into the Inquisitor's chest in the Angel's Hall floated above their heads.
Sebastian tensed, and then slowly he bent his head down, looking at Clary sideways. His breath tickled her neck as he spoke: "Looks like my little sister has gotten smarter. Prettier, too, if anything."
It was Clary's turn to tense. In fact, Jace did, too. Anger rose in flames in his eyes. "Let go of her," he said through gritted teeth.
Sebastian merely winked at him, bent down more, and with one hand holding her head and one on her waist, kissed Clary.
Clary tried to push him away, but even though he was supposedly only a projection, he was solid as a real flesh and blood.
Jace couldn't take it anymore. He jumped at him, but in the last moment before the two collided, Sebastian let go, stepped back, and disappeared with that annoying smile on his face.
"Goddammit!" Jace swore explosively, and rushed to Clary, who was standing there with the disgusted look on her face. "Clary, are you okay?"
"I think so," she replied, wiping at her lips with one hand and touching her wound at her neck with the other. She was so gonna spit that taste out.
"God, by the Angel, I'm gonna rip that bitch's head off!"
All of a sudden, Clary felt dizzy, like something struck her head hard. She looked at her hands. One had red warm blood on it, the other some sort of black liquid. "Jace…" she let out before everything blacked out.
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