The music of the club was numbing to her morals. Around her were the gyrating bodies of partygoers. It was kinda funny to see women and men throw themselves at one another. Almost as funny as Isabelle trying to teach Simon to dance. Sebastian was going on about the one time he fought someone, and Clary was sure Magnus and Alec were off in the bathroom doing what couples did when they were in love.

Her eyes skimmed the Pandemonium, seeing if anything interesting was happening for the others in the room. To see if anyone was as bored out of their minds as she was. The plan of going here wasn't very clear as Isabelle ordered them all in a taxi, having Clary dressed up like some escort with a tight black dress that hugged her skin. Sebastian couldn't take his eyes off her, even when she no longer cared to look back at him. They were probably trailing the length- which was very short - of her body, guessing what underwear she had on, or if she worn any at all.

With a wandering gaze, her eyes landed on the golden waves of a man walking through the club. He had a tight black v-neck on, showing off his spectacular muscles. The tattoos of intricate black lines didn't deter her from finding him interesting, though she wasn't one to fall for them. In fact, Jocelyn had chided her for taking an interest in the ink designs.

His jeans were either a navy blue or of the same black as his shirt and tattoos. He wasn't paying attention to the rest of the club and vise versa, making her wonder if she was the only one to see him. The probable explanation was that they were all too buzzed from the constant snorting and gulping of foreign substances to see him- if they could see at all.

There was something about him that pulled at her like a moth to a flame. She could feel her thighs shake - urging her to go after him. To learn his name and engrave it into her blank mind. To grab his attention like he'd already done to hers, at least before someone prettier - better - got to him first. Already could Clary taste the jealousy that pooled in her mouth like venom. She had to get to him.

"I swear to you, this dude must've been like six foot when he sat-" Sebastian was saying in her ear over the loud music. Clary's thoughts snapped into action as she turned to face him, her eyes wide.

"Hey, I'll be right back, I just have to check something, kay?" Clary said with a sweet but slightly timid smile. Sebastian nodded his head, likely watching her as she got up from her barstool and trailed after the golden-haired man. He had stopped in the middle of the club, looking around for something, so she made herself that something. Being that others were around them, it was less obvious that she had been practically stalking him.

The music was carnal, all the more better to dance to. It wasn't as electronic - alternative if someone could label it that. Barely though.

Some people grabbed at her forearms, silently asking her to dance with them. A man with hair as dark as her instincts took hold of her arm, and seeing that she was so close to the man did she allow him to take hold of her hips. Isabelle had taught her how to move; how to impress someone or multiple someones with twirls of her body and nibbling of her lips. The man was silent as he moved with a surprising amount of skill. Had Clary not had her intentions set on the golden-haired man would she be intrigued by this one.

It made it easier to have his hands up her waist and settle at her sides, impressed with her competitive nature. She viewed dancing as a sort of introduction in situations like these. She mustn't show weakness, for weakness was disappointing and Clarissa Fairchild wasn't disappointing.

Her eyes were nearly closed with the intoxication of primal instinct. Human nature. So blinded that she missed the part where she wandered farther from the man with dark hair and twirled close to her target. He was so still that he couldn't have expected her to stumble into him, trying to shake her off with annoyance until his eyes took in her lusty appearance.

"Sorry," Clary began with a sigh, moving away even with his interested expression. His fingers grabbed at her wrist so quickly that she didn't feel it switch it to her hip and have her sliding toward him. He dipped her without a word, staring at her intently and allowing a few seconds to pass before he grinned at her with a look in his eyes that scared her. With the flashing lights of the club, she noticed that his eyes were a stunning amber. A swirling of gold that burned her will away.

"What are you doing?" She asked, not able to hide the slight fear that hitched in her throat. His grin intensified as he slowly returned her to a standing position; his thumb flicking at her hip to remain close to him.

"See it as an apology." He shrugged before grabbing at her again and manipulating her body with his muscular arms and precision, matching his own moves. The way he danced with her was different than the other men, there was carelessness and even if he wasn't bad at all with his graceful movements, he didn't pay attention to her expressions. Especially as shocked as hers was.

"An apology?" She scoffed emptilly. A part of her was enjoying how dominant he was being with her. Not minding her as the fragile girl most had perceived her to be. As far as he was concerned, she was strong and sturdy enough to handle him.

"Wouldn't want you pitying me." He answered gruffly, stilling her for a moment so as she could feel him and only him; making her breathless. His eyes, though she could not see them, she knew they were not solely on her. Thus, making her aggressive with him. It was more like a battle between the two instead of dancing. The man left out a few laughs as she turned around and brought her hands to hold his biceps, her breathing in his ear as he chuckled darkly.

The song ended and she had to pull herself from him. He held contact with her hip still, his eyes ghosting over her body.

"Woman, you give as good as you get." He commented breathlessly. Clary's cheeks flushed but a smile still had not tinted the exasperation on her face. He laughed again, leaning in close to her with the slight stubble that he possessed scratching her chin. "And as badly as it would be, I hope to cross paths with you again," was all he said before turning away from her. Not, however, before something poked her side.

How had she not sensed it before? Did he have it strapped to him?

Clary caught the reflection of club lights shine in the object he was carrying. At first, she presumed it was only his phone, but as his fingers tightened around it, her heart beated fast at the conclusion of it being a knife. As focused as she was staring at him, he seemed to have his eyes on something else.

On someone else.

The man was walking towards a door that led to the club's storage, making her worry even more. She began to think that trailing after him wasn't such a good idea. What if something illegal were to take place? What would she do then? Run back out of the storage room and get help? Yes, that's what anyone do in a situation like that.

He pushed open the door, closing it behind him. After a few long pauses, Clary sucked in a breath and cracked open the door, peeking in on what was taking place.

"...thousand dollars. Tell me, how does someone lose that kinda money?" A man tisked. He was a bit more taller and muscular than the golden-haired man.

"Jordan, it's obvious that he's human, right?" The golden-haired man reasoned with false hope that was obvious even to Clary. There was a man kneeling on the floor, the only reason he drew her attention was the fact that he had blue hair and blood dripping through the straight locks and onto the concrete floor.

"Jace, we've given this guy enough excuses to pay his debt. Any more and that's just… weak." Jordan said in disgust, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. The man on the ground began to panic, huffing and whimpering at the same time they began to move in closer.

"No, please, I'll pay it! I'll find some way-" Jordan hit him across the cheek with some sort of steel bar, the sound of his jaw or some other bone breaking being heard from her distance from them. Clary covered her mouth, stifling a gasp that they may or may not have heard. Whether it was the latter, Jace lifted his head, looking at the door and possibly her as well. Clary backed up immediately, sprinting down the dark hall and joining the gyrating bodies. They were so oblivious to what was happening, what was going on not one-hundred meters from them.

Her feet were quick on the smooth floor, finding Sebastian sitting in the same spot she'd left him. The screen of his phone was emitting a light that shined on his pale skin, a beacon to her frightened eyes. Her arms were swinging at her sides when she reached him, nearly out of breath with fear and physical strain.

"You okay?" Sebastian asked, turning off his phone and sliding it in his pocket. Clary's voice caught in her throat, and she turned her head, looking for any signs that she'd been discovered. The moment her gaze landed on the man- Jace - her heart skipped a beat, and not in fascination. In pure terror. Scared to end up like the blue-haired man on his knees.

"Can we go to your place?" She said in a subdued voice, hoping to sound fine. It was better than asking if they could go home, because if she did, then they'd have to go back into the swarm of people and dig out Simon and Isabelle, meaning that she could come face to face with Jace, who was probably looking for her right now.

Sebastian's eyes widened, swallowing his nerves before standing up far too quickly for someone who cared about appearing cool.

"Baby, are you alright?" He asked, touching her arm and pulling her close.

"Yeah, fine. Why?" She asked timidly.

"Well, you never wanna start this early, or not when there's a place to be." Sebastian answered softly, his dark eyes turning predatory as he looked at her vulnerability. In the corner of her eye did she see a flurry of blond, so she smashed her lips to his and turned him around, hoping to obscure her from Jace's sight. Sebastian slipped his tongue into her mouth and she allowed hers to mingle with his, using her own fearful adrenaline to convince him to let them leave. Her fingers tangled in his obsidian locks, forcing his mouth to crush against hers and merging her body with his as camouflage.

"Woah," He breathed, stroking her chin.

"Can we go now?" She whispered, smothering her cheek to the buttons of his shirt.

"Fuck yeah."

Her skin felt sticky, damp from last night's activities. Sebastian was lying under her, tracing small lines on her back with a foolish smile on his face as he imagined the other things they could do with the rising sun.

Clary pushed on his chest, sitting up to stare at him.

"I have to go." She said softly. Sebastian frowned, tugging at her forearms and trying to position her on top of him… again.

"No, stay. Please?" He asked. Clary shook her head at him, tugging on her lower lip with her teeth. She wished Isabelle would talk about this part of being in a relationship and not what occurred under the sheets. She never talked about the moments after, the vulnerability one would feel - to be so close to someone and only have the entertainment of the other. It was… confusing to say the least. Sure Sebastian was amazing in bed, but when it was just this, just them, it was awkward. Clary didn't know what to say or how to even start a conversation. In his dark eyes was the burning, hungering for something more. More than physical connection, being that they had at least that.

"Sorry, Simon wants to get coffee, we planned this yesterday." Clary explained, suppressing a grin when she noticed that Sebastian was eyeing her exposed breasts. Her eyebrow raised at him, then gathered the sheets to cover her. A frown pressed the corners of his lips, and he reached to tug at the concealing fabric, to see her again. Her skin vibrated with need, and she found herself allowing the blanket to drop, revealing her wanting flesh.

Immediately did his hands cup her, massage the tender skin of her breast with a carnal hankering. The smile left her lips as she watched him busy himself, as she felt him grow stiff and sensitive under her. A few groans rumbled in his throat as he leaned up on his elbows and suckled at her breast, winding a hand around the nape of her neck to press her to him. Her hand wandered down his slick abs, feeling him more than ready.

"Then I'll go with you." Sebastian mumbled against her damp chest. Again, she shook her head.

"He's playing today. Remember how much you hated his last performance?" She asked with a higher pitch to her voice. He groaned against her nipples, releasing them to focus on rubbing against her for friction to ease his swelling.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," Clary eased, leaning down to kiss his sweaty chest and looking up to see him pout. Sebastian pulled at her shoulders, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"Better." He chuckled as he watched her get up and head to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. She laughed when she heard him leave the bed to chase after her. "Why don't we save some time?" He suggested, scooping her up and sprinting to the bathroom.

They were giddy like hormonal high schoolers as she quickly turned the shower on while he teased between her thighs. When the water was at a nice balance between hot and cold, he picked her up again and pushed her against the shower wall, spreading her legs and moving inside her in the act of one quick thrust.

"Oh… oh my God." She breathed out, raking her hands up his back. He pounded between her slick entrance, his dick touching every sensitive nerve inside her. "Yeah, yeah… oh God." She panted. He noted at how tight she felt wrapped around him, that he'd never find anyone like her. She attempted to ignore the last part and concentrated on his thick cock sliding between her legs.

"I'm not gonna last," Sebastian grunted into her neck. She nodded at him, feeling him skim his hands to where they were connecting and pinch at her electric nub. Clary cried out and clung to him for the moments that his hips moved sporadically before stilling as he grunted his release.

The cab ride to the cafe was full of worried thoughts. Clary couldn't stop thinking about the blond man, and the crack of the others jaw bone. It was all very unsettling. She imagined going to the police, but would they believe her? What would she saw anyways? The guy was probably a criminal anyways! He was bound to get punished! Clary shook her head, knowing that no one deserved to feel that way. A chilling idea reminded her that the two men had been searching the club for her…

Oh shit.

They wouldn't find her! She was a random girl, but she was a redhead… How many people had fiery red hair like her that night? What percent of the human population had green eyes? The more she thought about it, the more she realized how unique she was… and not in a good way.

"Your stop." The cab driver announced, and she passed him a few wrinkled dollars before opening her door. She found herself looking around as she stepped out of the cab, wondering if anyone was looking at her. It was almost funny how one night out could do this to her.

Clary walked into the cafe, hearing Simon playing already. He caught her stare and smiled at her. Isabelle waved her hand in the air, so Clary scurried and sat next to her. Her friend was wearing that same smile that she'd worn the day she realized she loved Simon. Clary felt a twinge of jealousy - not for Simon - but for the feeling him and Isabelle shared between one another.

"You missed his first songs, but he has a few more to play." Isabelle chided.

"Should I be lucky?" Clary questioned. Her friend paused, and Clary saw that she was holding in a laugh. "How's the performance?" She asked her.

"Horrible." Isabelle smiled blissfully at her boyfriend. Clary snorted at her quietly as to not mess up Simon's gig. A woman came by to take her order, and she mindlessly spoke of black coffee. The woman nodded, leaving Clary and Isabelle back to their thoughts when she left. Clary's eyes wandered around - still taking in the playing of Simon and his band - skirting over the busied people. She looked out through the windows, staring at the passing cars and people who'd lean against buildings to smoke. And, like in the club, they landed on him.

She almost couldn't believe that he was there. Before fear could sprout in her chest, she felt a pull to him. But unlike in the club, he was already staring at her - with a predatory grin spread as wide as it could without his cigarette slipping out and onto the dirty New York sidewalk. A gasp sucked in the cafe air swirling around her, she'd never seen such a promise of deviance in someone's eyes.

"Clary? What is it?" Isabelle asked as she saw her friend's panicked expression. Clary couldn't answer her, only letting her hands shake with fright as Jace remained staring at her. "Do you need me to call Sebastian?" She offered. The only response Clary could manage was a shake of her head.

And then the most stupidest of thoughts entered her mind.

"I'll be back in a sec. Come outside if I don't… so I don't get ahead of myself." Clary said with a forced smile. Isabelle looked doubtful at her friend, so she explained further. "I'm gonna be with him," she gestured subtly towards Jace. "So just come find us or something." Another fake smile and she was walking out of the building and into the alley that Jace was sure to follow her into.

"You should have stayed away from me." He spoke from behind her. Clary pivoted, her eyes wide and attentive to him. "You weren't supposed to see me again. I hoped for it, hell, even prayed. But… I don't think you realized how lucky you were to walk away, back to your boyfriend. Now, unfortunately, your luck has run out." He was talking with a husky tone, moving closer to her with each word.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" She squeaked as her back met with the side of the cafe.

"I think you know. I think you know exactly what I mean." He said with a cold stare. Clary shook her head, trying to comfort herself by the fact that he could do nothing. Nothing at all in broad daylight.

"Why are you talking like that?" Clary whispered, her gaze having to lift as he towered over her. A part of her was insisting that he wouldn't hurt her, but the rational part told her to run. Run as far as she could and never look back.

But she couldn't, with a car pulling into the alley and blocking her exit. Its driver… she remembered him from the previous night. The way he slammed a bar into another man's face…

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," and he sounded honest. His hand stroked her chin and he leaned in close to her like he had in the club. He'd sounded so convincing that she wasn't expecting a syringe to poke into her neck. She thought that someone would see the action and rescue her, but with Jace leaning so close, it wasn't possible to assume anything but that they were embracing. Slowly, her conscious ebbed away, slipping out of her throat with each breath as he walked her to the car.

"I'm so sorry."

AN: So if any of you have read Pure, my last fanfic, the darkness of this story's plot wouldn't be too shocking. Unlike that story, I'd written this one out but failed to have posted it. I didn't know if Pure would be too taboo of a fanfic, but seeing as people adapted to that story quite well, I've decided to post this one.

Unlike Pure, the age difference isn't too bad. Clary is nineteen and Jace is twenty three.

There are some similarities in this story of how Clary met Jace in City of Bones, but Jace actually is a criminal in this fanfic. Clary isn't a damsel in distress in this story, even with her being kidnapped.

I have what could make a few chapters invested in this story, but am not posting them all at once. So, with your quick responses, I'll make sure to show you them if you see this story as good as the others I have been posting recently.

Comment what you think in the reviews and chapter two should be up this week!