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Chapter 2
The car sped down the streets, and he didn't slow down for anything; Celine dug her nails into her skin anxiously as Sebastian ran a few more red lights. Without warning he reached over and slapped her hard across the face. Celine held her cheek and turned to face him, his eyes held hers. "I don't want you to hurt Clarissa unless I order you too." He hissed through his teeth.
"Why are you so interested in her? She's your sibling!" Celine snapped venomously. A cruel grin spread on his face.
"I should ask you the same thing." He said, she bit down hard on her tongue. Damn She thought. She didn't want Jonathon or anything like that; but she was intrigued almost by how he didn't know her. She had been told how greatly trained he was by Valentine; but all Sebastian called him was weak. Now she could see he wasn't weak or strong. He was different therefore he was intriguing.
"It's not the same." She muttered under her breath. He chuckled darkly.
"Really?" He question, trying to crawl under her skin and pry into her thoughts. "I can almost see it in your eyes that you want him." Celine remained silent the whole way back to the apartment. Sebastian was out of the car first and slammed the door, she scrambled to follow suit and walked beside him. Once inside the house, he shut the door, and the house shifted; changing locations.
"Jonathan, Celine. Come here." Valentine ordered quickly, and they both gracefully fell into step and made their way into the kitchen. "What happened tonight?" He questioned, moving towards them. Celine stood rigidly, she never felt comfortable around him; he was temperamental and easily manipulating.
"I found him. Like you said too. But she got in the way." Celine said, and Valentine seemed to perk up.
"Clarissa?" He asked, Sebastian snuck a glance over at me, Celine felt an instant dislike for the girl.
"Yes." She snarled, and then narrowed her eyes at Valentine. "She threw herself at me, trying to protect Jace." Valentine didn't make any move, and then he seemed to chuckle a bit to himself, muttering something in Latin.
"Hmm, as always. But my orders to you remain the same. Kill Jonathan. And save Clarissa." He said, "I'm disappointed that you failed. Does my Jonathan also need to be included in your little task, or can you handle this by yourself?" He asked, teasing her a little. Celine's hands shook along with her voice as she spoke; her teeth clenched together and anger rising inside of her.
"Yes. I can. But now because they know my face I must come from a different approach." She hissed through her teeth. Celine turned, and strides out of the room, her pulse racing, she couldn't help it. Valentine crawled under her skin again, she would have to kill the boy to actually earn any respect. Under Jonathan's request she wasn't to harm a hair on Clarissa's head; no matter how much she disliked her for receiving Jonathan's attention. Jonathan sulked out of the room, and peered at her through his pale bangs.
"Do it soon." He said, and ventured down the hall. She watched him, her heart pounding, and then went after him.
"Are you going to miss me?" She questioned, and he smirked.
"I'll miss your absence when you come back." He said cruelly, Celine narrowed her eyes at him. Why was he this way? He knew how she felt, it was no secret. She had fallen in love with his beautiful mask that hid the demon.
"Bite me." She said, shoving him into the wall. He shoved her back, the smirk remaining on his face as he held her there. He could see the hope in her eyes as he tilted his head and hovered his mouth over his.
"Bring Clarissa back." He said softly, it was cruel. Celine felt a pain in her chest, of course he would toy with her. She was the mouse to his cat; but he was only ever going to torcher her instead of go in for the kill.
"Fine, if that's what you want." She said, and sulked off into her room. She could feel her hands shaking, and felt his breath on her lips; it hurt every time he did things like that. Valentine would order him not to, but as much as Jonathan listened to Valentine, him torching her this way was his secret entertainment. She seized her jeans, and leather jacket, stripping off the dress she prepared to leave. Going to the one place she knew he would be at this time. Jumping into her tight, black jeans she slipped the leather jacket over her lacy black bra, and zipped it up; slipping her angel blades into her belt, she was ready.
"Hodge you must be able to tell me something." Jace demanded, hitting his fist against the table. "Anything about my family."
"I don't know what you want to hear. You don't have any siblings." Hodge said, and then Jace glanced down at Clary who sat in a chair in the library, her wide eyes focusing on her face. Jace let out a huff of breath, and ran a hand through his hair. "
"What about when we all thought Clary was my sibling." Jace says, and Hodge flinches. Jace's eyes bore into Hodge. Clary touched Jace's hand, and tilted her head towards the door.
"Can I talk to you?" Clary asked softly, and then rises out of her chair. Jace soundlessly follows, not looking back at Hodge who avoided Clary's glares that she shot over her shoulder. She takes his hand walking down the hallway, away from the library. "Do you really think she was your sister?"
"I'm not sure what to think." Jace mutters, his fingers interlocking with hers a worried expression plastered on his face. "She looks like me, talks like me, she even fights like me. Like she was trained by Valentine too."
"She was with Sebastian." Clary says, her voice breathless, "Jace, do you really think this has to do with Valentine?" She felt his grip tighten on hers.
"Don't worry about that." He says, and then strokes her hair, moving closer. "Don't worry." He planted a kiss in between her eyebrows, and then watched her eyes meet his. "We're going to find out what the hell is going on."
Celine's boots clicked against the pavement as she walked towards the place she swore never to go near. But now, she would have too. The Institute. By the Angel, Jonathan was going to kill her. She froze at the fence, she needed something, a story, a reason why. "Damn." She mutters to herself, and gazes around. Slipping her blade from her belt she unzipped her jacket. Clenching her teeth she pressed it shallowly against her midsection, dragging the blade across the flawless, ivory skin. "Ah." She breathed, cleaning her blade on the sleeve of her jacket, and zipping it up. She grasped the gate that surrounded the Institute and held her breath, she threw herself repeatedly at the fence; her lip bled down on the side, and a cut above her eyebrow bled down her face. She gasp for air, and tears built up in her eyes. She raced towards the doors to the Institute, and manically banged on the doors. "Help! Help me please!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hands pounded on the wood, and she threw her angel blade to the side; she could always steal a new one. The locks moved on the other side, and she wrapped her arms around her midsection. The door slid open, and there stood the person she least desired to see. "Oh it's you." She growled with distaste.
"Celine, what are you doing here?" Hodge hissed, and Celine grins, kicking Hodge to the side as she stepped inside and glanced around. "What did you do to yourself?"
"Play along, I'm doing what Valentine wants." She says, and then screamed, loud, and then laid on the ground. "Kneel by me stupid, tend to my wounds." She orders, Hodge knelt down and Celine unzipped her jacket.
"There's so much blood, did you do this yourself?" Hodge questions, and glances back at her, she was starting to become pale; that was something he noticed. Celine rolled her eyes, and caught a flash of red in the corner of her eyes. "Jace, Clary, come quickly, hand me your stele." Hodge says, and turns away from her.
"What happened?" Clary questioned, and then stood behind Jace as he kneeled next to Hodge. Celine winced as the stele burned against her skin, and felt her wounds closing. Hodge zipped up her jacket, and Celine laid on the floor for a few moments more; before she sat up. Jace tensed and then backed up to stand next to Clary.
"Sebastian attacked me." Celine began, sniffling, more tears welling up in her eyes. "I failed, I failed." She began to wail, and then gasped in a breath, struggling to breath, or at least pretending too.
"What did you fail?" Hodge asked, as if he didn't know.
"I failed to kill him." Celine says, and she watched Clary flinch. She took a deep breath, and then turned to look at them, "Don't worry, I am only trying to help now. He tried to kill me, so now I want to make sure he doesn't kill the only family connection I have left." She says, and rose to her feet, she watched Hodge back away from her, and then she saw what he was trying to get her to look at. She grabbed the remaining angel blade from her belt, as soon as her hand brushed against the metal she watched Clary step in front of Jace, blade drawn. "Don't worry." Celine scolded, and then let the blade cling against the ground. "If I wanted to kill Jonathan he'd already be dead, don't ya' think?"
"You really are my sister?" Jace questioned, his face guarded. Celine's eyes met his, and both refused to look away.
"The one and only." Celine says, feeling the blood on her beginning to become crusty. "I've been staying with Sebastian." She made her voice crack on his name, trying to sell her act.
"Come with me then. We shall talk in the library." Hodge says, and Celine gazes up at him. She knew he was going to call Valentine and tell his exactly where she was; he wanted to know her plan. If Hodge knew that she was still going to kill Jonathan he might not let her; there was still a question of his loyalty. She took a deep breath.
"Can Jonathan come, I haven't seen my brother in ages." She says, and watches him flinch from the corner of her eye; a sly smile slid onto her face. She would have to stop smiling at pain, at least while she was here. I'm too much like the real Jonathan to look kind and innocent.
"It's Jace." Jace says quickly, and Celine's eyes narrow at him.
"Fine, can Jace come?" She questions correcting herself. Jace? Jonathan Christopher, JC. Jace. She'd have to correct herself. She'd been calling him Jonathan since she'd first seen him; but she doubted he'd remember her.
"Fine." Hodge breathed, and then lead her to the elevator, where Hodge and her stepped inside, while Jace and Clary remained on the first floor. The doors slid closed and Hodge didn't waste any time. "What the hell are you doing her Celine?" He growled, and she leaned back against the wall, examining her nails.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Celine replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm doing my job Hodge, I'm here to kill Jace." His face seemed to drain of all color, and she knew why Valentine doubted his loyalty. "If you have a problem with his death then I'm sure you can talk to Valentine about that."
"No...There's no problem." Hodge says, and turns away from her. "Save Clarissa and kill Jonathan."
"Now your thinking like your apart of the team." Celine says, taking a breath.
