Alright, chapter two, hope you like.

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It turned out that the little vampire problem had been a bit more serious than Alec had initially led on.

"It turns out that this group could be responsible for the death of Mayor Pincent's daughter." he said slowly.

Clary's eyes widened in surprise and she felt Jace tense beside her. Magnus didn't look surprised, as if he'd known ahead of time, and Taylor, Simon and Isabelle refused to have any sort of expression.

Clary tried to imagine how Simon must feel, but shrugged it off. Simon wasn't like those other vampires. He just wasn't.

For some reason she still had a bad feeling about the situation in general. It just felt off to her, which wasn't a comforting feeling.

Especially considering what had happened last time she'd had this same exact -

"And why didn't I know about this?" snapped Jace, his tone completely authoritative.

"Because you were always busy, and I knew we'd talk about it here." said Alec, not backing down. He'd been around Jace long enough to not get as intimidated by him as anyone else would have.

"You didn't think this was important enough to -"

"Jace," said Clary, placing her hand over his and giving it a gentle squeeze, "Arguing isn't going to fix the problem. Do we have any leads?" she directed the last part to Alec.

He nodded, "We got a tip that said they'd last been seen in an abandoned house in a rundown part of Boston."

Clary nodded, "See," she said to Jace, "That's helpful."

Jace couldn't help but smile at his little firecracker. "You're right,"

"Can you two move past the couple-y shit and focus on the task?" snapped Taylor.

"How about you back the fuck off Brinks." snapped Jace, glaring over at her. Everyone knew he was pissed when he used last names, but Taylor didn't seem to care.

"Well if you'd do your damn job instead of acting all romantic with your little witch girlfriend then maybe -"

"Back. Off. Briggs." he said through clenched teeth. "If it's one thing I wont tolerate it's you trying to turn Clary's magic into a negative. If I recall correctly it's saved your ass a couple times. So either deal with it, or get lost."

Clary's magic had saved Taylor, on more than one occasion. The most recent being when Clary created a shield around Taylor when she'd been almost fatally wounded during an attack. The only people who had been there were Clary, Taylor, and Jace, and Jace had been a bit preoccupied with his own poisonous demon when Taylor had been attacked.

It had all happened so fast, Clary had barely had time to register Taylor being hurled against the brick wall of the back end of the alley building, her head making a sickening crack as she collapsed onto the ground unmoving, red staining her blonde halo of hair.

The demon had taken that as the perfect opportunity to finish her off, and would have, had Clary not used her magic at the last minute to create a shield between Taylor and the demon.

"I didn't need her help." snapped Taylor defensively.

"Bullshit. You would have been dead."

"Jace -"

"Shove it Izzy. I don't know why you brought her here in the first place."

"Because you needed help." snapped Taylor, answering before Isabelle could.

"We didn't need a damn thing." he said. And it was true, to an extent. They technically didn't need Taylor's help, but it was definitely easier to deal with all the demons when they had another person. Especially since Magnus wasn't really one for dirty work.

Taylor just scoffed and Magnus spoke up, "This is getting us nowhere."

"Neither is him sitting there with that little witch. Everybody acts like she's the best thing that's happened to us, but she's not. I mean really, what makes her so damn sp-"

"Will you cut Clary a break?" snapped Simon, uttering the first words he'd said all night.

Everyone glanced over at him in surprise, because although he spoke up for Clary often, it was never with such hostility. Even Taylor was stunned into silence.

"Thank you Simon." said Clary quietly.

She was more than capable of defending herself, and she did so on a fairly regular basis, but it was still nice when Simon or Jace would stick up for her, because fighting with Taylor got really old really quick.

There was a moment of quiet before Jace began talking again, "I say we meet up in Boston tomorrow, before anything gets worse, so we can handle the problem."

There were murmurs of agreement and pretty soon everyone was leaving, saying goodbye. Well all except Taylor. She nodded at Isabelle and Magnus and then left.

When Jace and Clary were out on the street, he took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers, and placing a kiss to her hand.

Clary smiled and tugged on his hand to stop him from walking, and then used her other hand to pull his lips to hers.

"I'm sorry about Taylor," he said softly.

"Don't be," she whispered back.

He kissed her once more, and then they continued their walk, heading to their apartment.

"Do you think the vampires are going to be a problem?"

He frowned as he unlocked the door, "No, why?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. I just have a bad feeling about this."

"Well why don't you see if you can catch a glimpse of anything?"

She dropped her bag onto the kitchen table and slid onto the bar stool.

"I don't know. It probably won't work anyway. Besides, I'm probably just overreacting." she said, trying to rid herself of the knot in her stomach.

Jace raised an eyebrow, not buying it, "Last time you had a bad feeling you ended up being right about it."

Clary rolled her eyes, "Whatever. This is probably different. We've dealt with vampires plenty of times."

She hopped off the bar stool and walked back into their bedroom, effectively ending the conversation.

The truth was she really was a bit worried about these vampires. Something seemed really off to her, but there wasn't really anything she could do.

Sure, she could attempt to see the future, but her magic wasn't that strong and she might end up influencing what she saw because of how inexperienced she was at seeing the future.

And sure she could attempt to call the Seer's, but they most likely wouldn't come to her, because she didn't really have that kind of power either.

She walked into the bathroom and took a shower, and when she came out she sat down at her vanity mirror and began combing through her quickly curling red locks.

Jace walked in a few minutes later and stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

He watched her as she grabbed a ponytail holder and went to pull her hair up into a bun, but he stopped her.

"Leave it, I like it down."

Clary chuckled and dropped the elastic band back onto the dresser.

"Don't laugh at me firecracker." he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder.

She instantly started to relax. He just had that effect on her.

She reached a hand back and laced it in his hair while he continued to press kisses against the smooth ivory column of her throat.

When he got to the point where her neck met her shoulder he bit down, and she moaned, the hand in his hair tightening.

He moved his hands to her waist, and slowly slid them up to her breasts, squeezing lightly before sliding them back down and repeating the process.

She moaned again, and arched her back, making his hands press against her harder.

"Jace," she breathed out in a whisper.

He smirked against her neck, and then pulled her so she was standing in front of him.

Before he could say anything she pulled his lips to hers, effortlessly sliding her tongue into his mouth.

He groaned and tightened his grip on her waist, and pushed her back towards the bed.

"You're beautiful." he whispered against her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell back onto the fluffy mattress, Jace quickly following her.

Jace's hands immediately went to her towel, and pulled it off, exposing the rest of her smooth skin to his touch.

She smiled and slid her hands under his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion, and dropping it onto the floor.

He brought his lips back down to hers and then moved across her jaw and down her neck to her breasts, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

She moaned and dug her nails into his back, eliciting a groan from him.

He began kissing his way down her stomach, and before long he was laying with his face between her legs, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself relax even more as he brought his mouth down to her core.

He was slow and took his time, licking and sucking on her little bundle of nerves, and before long Clary was moaning.

He slid first one, then two fingers inside her tight passage, eliciting an even louder moan from her.

Jace kept up his ministrations with his tongue as his fingers curved up and began rubbing her g-spot, bringing her even closer to her orgasm.

"Oh by the Angels, Jace please don't stop." she begged, her hands tangling themselves into his golden blonde hair.

He chuckled and the vibrations threw her over the edge.

Jace kept his eyes on her as she arched her back and tightened her hands in his hair until she loosened her grasp.

He kissed his way back up to her lips, claiming them in a passionate kiss.

She ran her hands up and down his chest, before moving them to unbutton his pants. She pushed them down, along with his boxers, but before she could push him back and repay the favor, he grabbed her hands and shook his head.

"I just want to be with you, Clary."

She bit back a groan at how sexy he sounded, and just nodded.

He shifted and a few moments later he was sliding into her.

He set a slow pace. This wasn't about fucking her - it was about making love to her.

It was just about the two of them, in that moment, and Clary didn't know what to do with herself because it was so absolutely perfect.

She loved when it was like this, just them, like nothing else in the world mattered, and it'd been happening like this more often lately.

She had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the fact that Taylor had been being especially hard on her, and that things had been a bit more stressful lately - but whatever the reason was she didn't care. It was perfect regardless and she wasn't going to question it.

He was always sweet with her, but there was something about this type of sex that was just so much better. Not always, but on days like this it was. On days like this it was perfect.

And Jace knew it. Not that this came as a surprise to Clary, because he was more in tune with her than anybody else she knew.

He brought his lips to hers in a quick kiss and then focused on her completely. Her pink kiss swollen lips, her curly mane of red hair, her emerald green eyes that were filled with lust and love - for him - only ever for him.

His hands started wandering over her body, to her breasts, her stomach, her waist, her hips - it was as if he was worshipping her. Like she was his Angel and he was afraid that if he let her go she'd disappear.

Clary ran her hands up his muscled, tanned chest, around to his back, and then to his neck, tangling her hands in his hair and pulling his forehead down against hers.

She could feel every inch of him moving in and out of her, and it felt so devastatingly amazing that she couldn't form a coherent thought. It was like he was everywhere and she still couldn't get enough. This was what it was like to be with him, to feel the fire he had raging inside him, barely contained.

There was something about feeling how powerful he was that really made everything so much more intense, then again some of that power could have been coming from Clary herself.

She quickly dismissed the thought. The power Jace possessed and the power she possessed were two totally different things. He was strong, very strong. And the power he had wasn't 'witch magic', it was the Heavenly Fire.

Aside from that, Clary didn't believe that her magic surged through her like what she was feeling right now. It was as if she was being enveloped by it - and it was amazing.

Their lips were centimeters apart and their breath was mingling as they both came closer and closer to falling off the edge together.

Jace closed the space between their lips, muffling her moans as they came undone together.

They stayed like that for a while, trying to catch their breath. Jace's head was against her shoulder as he pressed a light kiss to her neck while she ran her hands up and down his back.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he said, leaning up on his forearms to press a kiss to her lips. "That was...wow."

She nodded, "You felt it too? Your power is -"

"My power? Clary that wasn't me. I mean at least not all me." he said shifting so he was lying next to her.

"What? Of course it was. My powers don't do that." she argued, pulling the sheet up as she sat up and looked over at him.

"Well not like that, but I know what your magic feels like Clary."

"How?"

"We've been together for over three years now." he said with a smirk, "I know these things."

"But I'm not that powerful. I mean that was..."

"Incredible." he finished for her.

She nodded, quickly retreating into her own thoughts.

Was Jace lying, or was some of that really her own magic? And if so, how had her magic become so powerful all of a sudden? Did it mean anything? Should she ask the Seers? Was she just getting better at tapping into it?

Then again she hadn't been trying to tap into her magic at all. It had just been her and Jace in the moment.

"Clary?"

Jace's voice brought her out of her quickly spiraling train of thought, and she looked over at him.

"You should be excited. This is a good thing. I mean I knew you were always powerful, but it looks like you finally realized it too." he said with a smile on his face.

And just like that she felt better about it.

"You think so?"

"Clary, you're powerful. More powerful than Magnus or Izzy or...Taylor." he spit her name out as if it were foul, and then continued, "Hell, you might even be more powerful than me." he said with a smirk.

Clary rolled her eyes, "I'm not more powerful than any of you. Magnus is an amazing Warlock, Izzy's a great Shadowhunter, and Taylor's as tough as nails. Nothing bothers her."

"Trust me, things bother her." he said, not pausing long enough for Clary to ask what he meant.

"Anyway, you just need to open up and relax and your magic will come easier. It's like that with everything. That's probably why we felt it just then."

"Because I was relaxed?"

He nodded with a smirk, "Yup. You're welcome."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Do you really think my powers are getting stronger?"

"No, I don't think they're getting stronger per say. I think you're just opening up more to the idea of your powers. To the idea that you can control them, and that it's a good thing to have them."

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, Clary's head on his chest and his arms around her, but Clary's mind was going a mile a minute.

Had she been learning to accept her magic? In a way, maybe.

She wasn't particularly fond of the fact that it was just another thing that made her different from her friends and Taylor, and that it gave Taylor the perfect ammunition for all the 'not-a-real-Shadowhunter' digs she delivered on a regular basis.

But she didn't hate her magic. It did come in handy in certain situations. Nothing too drastic or live saving, but when it mattered it had worked - like when creating a shield around Taylor.

Clary hadn't actually had to think that she wanted a shield to appear, she had just thought that she wanted Taylor to be safe, and the shield had appeared. She didn't understand how that worked, but it had, and that wasn't the only time.

When Jace had asked her to do something about her clothes, she hadn't thought to fix her old one's, instead just focusing on solving the problem of the fact that she didn't have any wearable clothes at that moment.

She hadn't told Jace - or anybody - because she knew that they'd all take it as a sign of her getting better control of her powers, but she wasn't so sure about that, and she wanted to make sure that she was in fact getting better before she brought anything up with them.

She didn't want them to be disappointed, because she was the weakest link out of the group considering she was the only one who hadn't grown up aware of the whole magical creatures thing.

Regardless, she was more determined than ever to prove, not to Jace or Izzy or Magnus or Taylor, but to herself, that she was powerful. She wanted to know that she was just as useful as the rest of them, and that they needed her.

Then again who didn't want that feeling, to be needed?


What do you think about the surge of power? Is Clary's magic really getting stronger, or is she realizing that she's always been capable of so much more than she gave herself credit for?

And what about this Vampire issue, what's really going on there? Why does Clary have a bad feeling?

What's this you keep hearing about the Seers?

Why is Taylor so hard on Clary because of her being a witch? Or is there a different reason behind it?

How do you think Simon feels about going to hunt the Vampires?

Let me know what you thought, opinions, thoughts, anything. I want to know!

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