So, this is my first fan fic. Please read and review and give me intel on what you guys would like to happen. I'm not sure how often I'll update but I will be sure to keep updating whenever I can. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

CPOV

"Erchomai. I am coming….."

I shot up in my bed, the words still reverberating in my head. I was panting, and I didn't even remember why. The only thing I could remember from the dream―no, the nightmare― was those four words. They were on the note Sebastian, my biological brother (I don't consider him to be anything more), sent with the angel wings covered in golden ichor. Those words kept plaguing me in my sleep, causing me to have restless nights filled with little sleep. I may as well go back to sleep. Sebastian may be coming, but he'll have a difficult time getting me in the Institute. The Institute is safe because of its protections.

SPOV

She is so beautiful. I always watch her while she sleeps. It's just so peaceful. Even when she's stirring, she is absolutely perfect. I have an invisibility rune, so she won't see me. She suddenly bolts upward, and now I know she was dreaming of me. Again. My plans are nearly completed. All I need now is to wait for the rune to take effect. Then I'll be alone with Clary. At last.

JPOV

Life. Officially. Sucks.

I threw the book I was attempting to read at the far wall.

Not being able to hold the love of my life is so fucking stupid. Why did Sebastian have to capture me in the first place? He could've achieved everything without me, right?

I knew the answer to that question. Sitting in bed sulking all day is going to get me nowhere. I shifted in bed then―

CPOV

I woke groggily from my deep sleep. A body was next to mine, so warm and inviting. I snuggled into it, thinking of Jace. It could only be him. But wait, I can't touch Jace. I turned, and there he was. A nightmare in the living flesh. I screamed, hoping someone would come to help me.

"Now, now little sister. As if I wouldn't have taken precautions against that." His voice was a sickly sweet croon. "It's just the two of us now."

I whimpered, not knowing what was going to happen to me. With my broth…no. With Sebastian, anything was possible and everything was unpredictable. I closed my eyes, willing this to be nothing more than a nightmare. My body felt like it had been dumped in an ice bath.

"Clary, open your eyes." Sebastian's voice had an edge to it.

"No."

"Open them now." The demand in his voice was evident. My eyes fluttered open against my will.

"Good girl." His voice was sickly sweet again. Pleasure washed over my body, and (unbeknownst to me) I sighed as my body relaxed. "Now be a dear and stay still for me."

"Why should I?" The question had just formed on my lips when pain seared through my body. I screamed again, but not from fear. This time it was from extreme pain. Sebastian chose to answer my question.

"Because you don't want to feel that sort of pain again. Just keep still."

My body did just that, totally against what my conscious mind wanted. Sebastian took out a stele and started drawing runes on my forearms. I couldn't see what they were, but a nagging feeling was that he was binding me to him. Typical Sebastian. I took a deep breath―it caught in my throat. I took another shallow breath to regain some of the lost oxygen and to calm myself.

When Sebastian finished, he set the stele down. Pleasure raked through my body again, coursing through my veins in an intensive and powerful rush.

"Sebastian, wha―"

SPOV

Picking up the unconscious body of Clary up off the bed, I found and grabbed my stele. I walked over to the nearest wall and started to draw a Portal rune.

Her collapsing mid-sentence like that was absolutely precious. This was one of the reasons I loved her so much. I had to have her, to make her know she was mine. She belonged to me, just as I belonged to her. We are opposite sides of a coin, made for each other. She with Ithuriel's blood and me with Lilith's, together in harmony.

Everything was going according to plan, pleasing me even further. My brother will come for Clary and I will capture him easily. I will make him submit again.

The room we stepped into was white, encompassing the light. Distasteful if you ask me, but I won't be living here. This is Clary's room after all. She has a spot in my room for when she finally accepts and loves me. She will, with time. She will love me. I know it. We are destined to belong together.

I set her on the bed and left, looking back wistfully. I need to make sure all the plans are set before I play with my little sister.