Okay guys so I got the idea for this fanfic from Iwritenaked's story called Fatally Yours. DONT COPYRIGHT ME PLEASE!! The story will start off like their's in chapter 1, but it will end differently from their's. This is my way of making up for not posting chapter 4 of my other story then there were two. Warning: This chapter will contain rape and strong language.
Clary's POV
My head aches in a harsh way that it never has before. It feels like a hangover times ten. I slowly peel my eyes open, imagining the sound of the stitches the kept my eyes shut tearing.
I sit up and I'm greeted with a sharp stab of pain through my whole body. "Are you awake?" A smooth voice asks me. I jump, which causes more pain and turn to be greeted with startlingly gold eyes. I take a moment to analyze his whole body. He has golden eyes, golden tanned skin, and curly golden locks. He kinda reminds me of a Greek god. That is when I notice he doesn't have a shirt on and hid chest was very chiseled.
"The effects of the drug will wear off soon. You'll be able to move painlessly if I remember correctly." He said. "Are you alright?" He asks kindly. I struggle to find my voice, it only manage to muster "Where am I? What's going on?" I squeeze my eyes shut as a wave of agony washed over me.
I hear, rather than see the boy shift on his feet next to my bed. "We'll explain everything once you're feeling better." I don't even bother asking who "we" is. My body is in too much pain. "Here, drink some water. It'll help." He held a bottle up to my lips and I drank as much as my body would let me. I enjoyed the way the cool water refreshed my throat, it felt like I hadn't drank anything in forever. "Try and sleep it off." The golden boy suggested while walking away. I heard the door click shut and the room was suddenly uncomfortably quiet.
I try to relax until I finally fall into a dreamless sleep.
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When I awake again the pain is completely gone. Like it just vanished. I sit up and lean back on the pillows, my head resting on the headboard and look around the room. It looks very organized and pretty. The walls are a light shade of blue with a white trim and a stainless carpet that's a few shades darker than the walls. I look down and see I'm laying on blue sheets and under a white blanket. The room is beautiful, just like a guest room. But then I notice something that turns my icicles: a picture of me, my mom, and my brother.
How in the hell did I get here? I wonder.
I push the question out of my mind and roll out of the bed. The plush carpet feels amazingly cozy under my bare feet. I look down and see that I'm wearing a black tank top and grey pajama shorts which I know I don't own. Which means that someone changed my clothes while I was unconscious... I shift uncomfortably and continue to the door.
I make my way hesitantly toward the door and it swings open silently, unlike the door in the apartment I share with my mother and brother, Johnathan.
Every door at home creaks loudly. The door leads to a long, wide hallway with several doors on each side. I step out, listening for any sound that might indicate where the Golden Boy went. Down the hall I hear a door slam. The sound echoes through the large hallway "Glad to see that Sleeping Beauty is finally feeling better." I hear a voice that I recognize as Golden Boy's call out. I turn I see him walking away from two large doors on the opposite side of the hallway. He walks past me and into the room I just came out of, sitting down on the window seat.
I've always yearned for a window seat.
He brings his feet up and turns to lean his back against the wall. I follow him into the room, mimicking his position on the opposite side of the window. The boy nods awkwardly. "I'm Jace Wayland." He says.
His name sounds familiar but I can't quite place it. "Clary Fray." I respond in a small voice. Jace nods again but doesn't say anything. Now that I'm not busy writhing in pain I notice how handsome he is. I'm very certain that I've seen his face before and then that's when it hit me. "You're one of the missing teenagers from the news." I say.
He looks surprised for a moment but quickly recovers. "Yes, and now so are you." He says hesitantly.
I inhale deeply before replying "I assumed." We sit there in silence for a few moments. "Are there others?" I ask, turning my head to look out the window. I can see that we're at least 4 floors away from the ground. The window looks out over the most beautiful garden I've ever seen. There are flowers growing everywhere, bringing the world to life in an explosion of color. Concrete paths weave through the beauty, leading to wide open spaces and rows of trees. It looks elegant and lovely.
"There are eight of us now, including you and I." Jace says, following my gaze out the window.
"Where are they?" I ask, turning back to look at Jace. His eyes are bright in the lighting and I have a sudden urge to draw him.
"In their rooms most likely, or the library. There aren't many other places to go." He says. I nod but otherwise don't know what to say. Im strangely calm about this entire situation. Maybe because it hasn't sunk in yet, or maybe because i can't seem to think of anything to go back to anyways. My life with mother was similar to being locked away.
A voice startled me saying "welcome, Clarissa Fairchild" I don't know where the voice is coming from. I look around for the source but there's nobody else in the room besides me and Jace. I look at him confused.
"It's him." Jace mutters, hatred evident in his tone. "Hello Valentine." He says a little louder.
The voice, Valentine, chimes in again. "Hello Jace Wayland. I assume you've filled Ms. Fairchild in on the rules."
"My last name is Fray." I interrupt, but they both ignore me.
"I'm working on it." Jace says while standing up and walking into the middle of the room, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.
"Why don't you show her right now?" Valentine's cold voice says. I finally see where the source of his voice is coming from, a small speaker near the top of the wall, above the dresser.
Jace closes his eyes with a pained expression masking his features. "Not now Valentine, please." Jace says, his voice taking on a desperate and pleading tone.
"You will do as I say Mr. Wayland. Remember what happened last time." Valentine snaps before there is a click, which I guess indicates that he hung up.
Jace mutters "fuck" under his breath, putting his head in his hands. I watch him questioningly, my heartbeat speeding up. He has to do something, and judging by his expression, it isn't good.
Jace takes a deep breath, pulling himself together. He stands up and in one swift motion his shirt is on the floor. I look at him with wide eyes and stutter "what are you doing?"
He takes cautious steps toward me. "I'm sorry," Jace says, his voice sincere. "He'll kill you if I don't." He says. Then suddenly I understand. He has to have sex with me.
I stand up from the window seat and scoot towards the wall. He leans down and I realize that he's about to kiss me. I move away from him quickly, trying to run out of the room.
I make it out into the hallway and scream "HELP!" Before strong arms wrap around my small frame and pull me back into the room. He slams the door shut with his foot and I struggle to get away from him but I'm no use since he's too strong.
He pushes me against the wall and I begin to panic. "Try to relax." He says. The apathy is back in his voice and he's reaching for the hem of my shirt. I gasp and clutch my shirt. He rips down the front effortlessly, keeping his eyes on my newly exposed skin. I look down and realize I'm not wearing a bra. That son of a bitch.
I tell myself not to cry as he pulls me away from the wall and sets me on the edge of the bed. I look down, trying to cover my exposed chest with my arms to stop him from looking. I see him removing his jeans. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! How am I gonna get out of this?!?!?!
Jace stands in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of grey boxer shorts. "I refused with the last girl and they killed her." He says, anger clear in his voice. He sits down beside me but doesn't try to touch me. I cower away from him anyway.
Then the voice comes over the speaker again. "Continue Mr. Wayland" Valentine's impatient voice says.
Jace sighs, reaching for me again. I jerk my arm away from his outstretched hand. "I advise you to cooperate, Ms. Fairchild." Valentine says coldly.
"Fray." I correct him again. Valentine clicks off, still ignoring my insistence that he calls me by my correct name.
I cross my arms tighter over my chest, trying to cover myself with the torn fabric. Jace tried gently to lower my arms, but I resist. My heart beats slightly harder than usual, but I'm not afraid until Jace pushes me back onto the bed, placing his knees on either side of my body. He leans over me, his muscular arms supporting his weight.
My hands push desperately at his chest, but he's too heavy.
I know that he's doing this to keep me alive, but I won't stop fighting. I try to make it as uncomfortable as possible. I might asphyxiate, but I won't lose hope.
I push harder against his chest, digging my nails into him this time. He doesn't even flinch when I break through his lightly tanned skin. He just keeps his golden eyes on my face.
His hand brushes softly against my cheek and he lowers his face to mine, but I turn my head away. He will not be my first kiss.
He doesn't try to kiss me again, but his hands trail along my body, touching me in ways that no one ever has. He lifts his body off mine just long enough to remove the grey shorts I was wearing. I try to keep them on, but my feeble attempt doesn't stop him. I am entirely naked underneath of a mostly naked stranger.
When he removes his boxer shorts I catch a glimpse of his "manhood" and I know that this is gonna hurt terribly. Laying on my back, I try to crawl backwards away from him. Jace grips my hips gently but firmly, pulling me back to him. He pins my arms above my head and I can't free them from his grip.
Jace positions himself at my entrance, trailing his lips down my neck. "Try to relax. It will be better if you do." I ignore his advice though, focusing all my energy on trying to get out from under him. He sighs, trying to still my wiggling frame. I've hardly been able to mov but he's still positioned perfectly.
"Please don't do this! I'm a virgin!" I beg, my voice cracking. He looks at me with a sad expression then says "I'm sorry" before thrusting into me. Hard.
I let out a bloodcurdling scream. I feel tears flowing down my face and then I just freeze. My body just gave out.
"Fuck" Jace mutters under his breath. His movements are halted, waiting for me to adjust to his massive size. The guilt in his expression mixes with lust until the guilt is hardly recognizable at all. If I hadn't watched the transformation I might not have seen any lingering guilt at all.
His move to start as slow strokes, building up to rough thrusts. I wince every time he pushes into me. He's given up on apologizing and being gentle, and I've given up on trying to make him stop. I keep my eyes focused on the window, trying to keep my thoughts anywhere but here but I can feel every part of him that's touching me.
His lips and teeth nibbling lightly at my neck. Groans escaping from his throat. He releases my hands once he realizes that I've stopped struggling. Using his newly freed hand to feel gingerly at my body. My head is turned to the side but I can feel his gaze on my face. Another tear escapes from my eyes and he wipes it away gingerly, never breaking his rhythm of thrusts. "Don't cry." He whispers delicately. "It's going to be okay."
I know that this isn't his fault but I don't want him to comfort me. The tip of his tongue trails up my neck to my jawline. His hands are soft against my cheek, turning my face toward him. He's uncomfortably close, his lips nearly touching mine. They brush against my mouth tenderly. Before I jerk my head to the side again. He sighs at my refusal to kiss him, yet again and continues nipping lightly at my neck.
His hips maneuver more frantically, crashing forcibly into me. I let out a slight whimper and he slows down, taking care to be more gentle. His hand goes into my hair, holding me close to him. It's meant to be comforting, but I hate it. "I'm sorry." He says for the hundredth time. "It's almost over." He adds, kissing my forehead.
He sighs softly, and I feel his fingertips meet my spine. His head ducks down, a guttural noise rising from his throat. It takes a moment then I realize what's happening. I feel something shot inside me all the way to my core, but I don't move. I just stay there, frozen.
Jace falls heavily onto the bed beside me. I pull the throw at the foot of the bed up, covering myself. "Are you okay?" He asks, turning on his side to look at me. I turn to my side, looking away from him. I bring my knees to my chest and curl up into the fetal position. I'd expect that my first time would be romantic. But instead I'm raped, by a complete stranger.
Sobs wrack my body and all I can do is ask why me?
Isabelle's POV
Jace came to my room earlier and told me that the new girl was here and she would be awake soon.
I hope she's a girly girl because I'll need someone I can finally connect with.
Me and my husband, Simon were in the library when we heard a feminine voice scream "HELP!" It was the new girl. Valentine must have informed her on what had to be done because five minutes later I heard a terrifying scream that startled both me and Simon.
I got up and went outside of Jace's door and I could hear his grunting. I just stood there. Listening. I felt complete sympathy for the girl.
I heard Jace say "are you ok?" Then sobs. A tear rolled down my face and I stood there for I think a hour before the door opened and out walked a redhead. Her eyes were bloodshot red and she had a blanket wrapped around her clearly naked body.
She didn't even notice me.
She stumbled down the hallway until she found a door and opened it. I followed quietly and saw her collapse onto the bed. She fell asleep instantly. That was when I realized there was blood on her inner thigh and her wrists had red circled around them. I gasped in horror and backed up, only to back into someone. I turned around to be greeted with the face of Magnus, my brother Alec's boyfriend. "Isabelle what are you doi-" He begins but gets cut off when he looks over my shoulder and sees the girl. He gasps, just as I did. "Before you ask, yes, she's the new girl, and yes Valentine told her what had to be done. I think Jace got a little rough though." I say with a pained voice.
Horror crosses over his face and then in walks Alec. He freezes as soon as he sees what going on. He backs out of the room slowly then ran down the hallway.
I pull up a chair next to the bed and so does Magnus. We sat there, staring at her. Poor girl, I thought, before drifting off into darkness.
I told you guys it would be a different ending! How do you think Clary will react when she wakes up? Review and Favorite.
Toodles
~Makaylaa