Chapter 3~

It had been a week since she had left. Always on the move. She had to reapply the untrackable rune once a day. She was tired and hungry and lost. Not physically, but mentally. She had to figure something out. Had to figure out a plan. A more permanent way to protect herself from being found. Not only from her mother and her friends, but also from the Clave. She should have been thinking about hiding from Sebastian as well, but she was having a hard time arguing that point to herself. Not because she wasn't scared of him. Because she was terrified. But for the simple fact that she had been dreaming about him every time she was able to sleep. Or catching herself daydreaming about him.

She chastised herself for doing so but each dream she became more comfortable in his presence, bolder, and familiar. She wondered how she would react to him if he appeared right then?

She wasn't sure. And even though she wanted to talk about it to someone. That idea was out the window. He had caused too much pain to all her friends, even to her. But for some reason, an unfathomable reason she was forgiving him. Not for the pain he inflicted on other. But for the pain he caused her. Which in truth wasn't very much.

He had never really outright attacked her until they were in dimension house, and then even as he did. He was trying to make her see his point. Not trying to make excuses for him. But she thought that he was only playing with her because he could have easily killed her. Countless times, and yet he hadn't. She chalked it up to his twisted way of negotiating.

That was it. She needed to do something.

A few weeks later.

Clarly pulled her hood up over her head, bracing herself against the stiff wind. She was walking though what might as well have been a labyrinth of back alleyways and paths. Winding her way through a dense area of Paris. She didn't know the names of the streets or landmarks. But had been told a name in which she created a rune to track it.

Finally coming to a doorway she rapt lightly on a large bright blue painted door, and waited. A portly man with large grey eyes and sandy colored hair answered the door. He gave her a once over and frowned deeply.

"What do you want nephillim?"

"You are the Warlock Dominick Pierre?"

"Dom Pierre. " He sighed. "I hate the name Dominick, and yes that's me, and you still haven't answered my question."

"I need your help with something."

He quirked a brow, looking her up, "And how do you expect to pay? You don't look like someone who has anything of worth to me."

Clary looked from side to side checking down the path on either side of herself then looked up at him. "May I come in?"
Tilting his head to the side he stepped aside and let her in. after closing the door, she lowered her hood and his eyes widened.

"I know who you are now. That hair is unmistakable. You're the Morgenstern girl."

"Clarissa." She specified. She would have said Clary but that was much too personal for her.

"The Clave is searching for you, and also rumor has it your brother is as well."

She faltered at that but recovered quickly.

"Yes well, I've been able to keep myself hidden rather well, but it's become rather taxing. Which is why I'm here. I've also heard a rumor that you know how to do dimension magic."

He smirked. The pride in his eyes evident. She thought how vain he must be to not keep such a skill hidden. She thought dimension magic was dangerous and could be very dangerous in the wrong hands. Not that she wasn't going to take advantage if she could but still.

"I do. But that kind of work is very expensive, and you my dear are on the lam. So I doubt you can afford my prices anyway."

She nodded. "I thought as much, which is why I thought maybe we could work out a deal." Reaching into her duffle she pulled out a single sheet of parchment and handed it to him. Raising a brow he took the sheet with a hint of skepticism playing in his grey eyes, but when he looked over the page both brows shot up and his eyes became as big as saucers.

"Is this?"

"It is a page from the white book. I have a few more. I personally don't know what they mean, but I'm sure you do. That page will be my down payment the rest will be received upon delivery."

The warlock looked at the small girl and then back to the page in his hand. And then nodded. "Alright. So there are two ways to do this. I can build you a house within the space or you can find a house and I can envelope it within the space. Which would you prefer?"

"I want you to build the house with these specifications. I don't know how to draft specifically but I trust you'll get the picture if I give you a list of what I want."

He nodded. "I can."

"How long?" She asked handing him the list.

"It can be ready by the end of the week. You're welcome to stay here until then. Just keep doing whatever you're doing to keep yourself hidden. I don't need the Clave or your brother storming in here looking for you. Neither of them. But mostly your brother as I value my life, at least the clave would imprison me first. "he smiled ruefully. She simply nodded, and followed him to a spare room. Which she locked from the inside not only with the lock but with a special rune.

One week, two days later.

Clary had spent the better part of her week traveling and gathering items for her new place. There were several special items on her list that required special care, and were now sitting the new vault of her new home.

Her home. She still couldn't believe that she had pulled it off. She looked down at her hand, there on her finger was a delicate white gold ring with an emerald surrounded by onyx. A large M in the center. On the desk was another ring, a little larger with an Onyx in the center surrounded with emeralds that had a large M in the center.

She took a deep breath and began to draw in her sketch book. She had wanted to contact her brother but had no idea how to do that without alerting the Clave of her whereabouts as well. And she didn't know where Jonathan was hiding these days.

Jonathan.

She often thought she was going crazy after a few times of catching herself thinking his real name instead of Sebastian, she finally had given up. He had invaded her dreams and there was no point in fighting it any longer. She was resigned to hell in a hand basket, neatly tied with a blood red bow.

Her pencil scratched along the paper carefully she worked in the detail. The picture being of something that she knew by heart. She had seen it so many times in her dreams. It was a profile, of Jonathan. The part that she paid the most attention to being his ear. When she was done she took a deep breath and marked a little rune near the ear. She had no idea if it would work but she had to try. She reached her hand into the drawing and stroked the ear. It felt real. The smooth flesh gave way to the gentle stoke of her finger.

Jonathan sat in a leather chair glaring at nothing in particular a blade in one hand, the tip stuck in the arm rest was twisting in a slow circle. While the other hand held a brandy snifter. So lost in his thoughts he barely registered the light tickle on the shell of his ear, but then turned his head quickly. Only to see nothing. His dark eyes narrowed as they darted about the little hovel. Barely a hole in the wall. Anything bigger and he would risk exposure.

Damn Clary for blowing up his house. His perfectly safe extravagant house. With all of those weapons and ugh! He threw the brandy snifter against the wall and sat back. His ear twitched feeling something touch it again. He looked around and then froze when an unmistakable whisper sounded close, as if she were right next to him even though he knew without a doubt that she wasn't.

"Jonathan?" Her soft breath whispered. "Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern?" He heard again in a sing-song voice. "I think you should strongly consider having some hot chocolate." Then he could have sworn he felt lips lightly brush at his lobe. And then it was gone and so was her voice.

He got up put on his weapons belt, and then a long coat and left.

When he got to the little café, he pushed through the door and eyed the room. Critically making sure it wasn't a trap. A frail looking woman with a stained apron approached him. Her voice thick with age as she asked him in French if she could help him. He told her he was looking for someone and then was surprised when she asked if his name was Jonathan. He nodded and watched her smile as she hustled away, only to return a few moments later with a small black box tied with an emerald ribbon. He took it and thanked her and took a seat shaking his head while a cup of hot chocolate was prepared for him.

Inside the box was a ring and a note.

The note read.

Jonathan,

That ring is a key. I trust you know how to use it. But first before you join me. I must ask a favor. There is a Warlock. Dom Pierre. He knows where I am, and how to get to me, and he also knows that I'm having you join me where I am. I do not want to risk that knowledge getting to The Clave or anyoen else. Please do me a favor and tie up this loose end, then come find me. He is in the Latin Quarter look for a large blue door. I've scrawled a little rune on the top left hand corner. I made it really small, but I'm not sure if he could tell it was there. Best of luck, and I hope to see you soon.

Your little sister.

Clary Morgenstern

A slow smile began to form on his lips as he thought 'What have you been up to sister of mine?' He knew that name of the Warlock, had heard rumors of his ability to perform dimension magic, and had been looking for him. But he had been elusive. He eyed the ring in his hand then slipped it on, slipped a few coins on the table and left before taking a drink.

A couple hours later

Jonathan wiped his blade off on his pant leg and then tucked it into his belt. Looking around he grabbed a sack and started putting things into it. Not much, but little things he thought might be worth something. Some books. Some pieces of parchment. Trinkets, gems and stones he felt he could trade. Anything that would fit in the sack and he could carry. When he was finished he lifted his hand with the ring on it and brought his other hand to twist it slightly.

A moment later he found himself in a cozy looking living room. There was a large Flat screen in the middle of a wall and across from that there was a fireplace. In the middle was a long leather couch with two smaller but still rather large chairs. Next to that there was a wall that had sliding glass doors that opened up into what looked like an atrium with a pool surrounded by plants and flowers of many shapes and colors. The glass staring out into a dark star filled sky. He couldn't tell where they were though. Turning he saw that the living room turned into a kitchen with an island in the middle and a long breakfast bar. In the back tucked into an alcove made of glass was a large dining table. All the fixtures in the kitchen were black, the counters a dark green marble. I bit further back was a set of stairs nestled in between the kitchen and a set of double doors.

He opened them and stared. The room was huge and open. In one corner were a few practice dummies, there was a punching bag, and then a few archery targets. And along the wall were weapons. Not many. A sword or two, some daggers and a couple throwing knives. But there was space to add more. He could already imagine filling up the empty spaces on the wall. Backing out he closed the doors quietly and then looked up the stairs walking carefully, keeping his eyes and ears alert for anything.

The first door to the left revealed a small studio. No doubt for her art. A desk with a large lamp set up in front of a large bay window, several shelves with various things, Pencils, paints. Stacks of books and other miscellaneous things.

Across the hall was another room, it had a desk with a high-backed leather chair. With a bookcase built into the walls. A study perhaps? The room seemed rather masculine for her. Perhaps she made it for him. He smirked and shook his head wondering what she was playing at.

The next room had walls lined with shelves. Some books on some. A few items on others. And then set in the wall was a large metal door with a rune scrawled on it. Something like a locking rune, but somehow he didn't think he would be able to open it. Looking on the shelves he saw a few little statuettes that seemed peculiar, and the books seemed old as well. Taking one down he opened it to find information on rituals, dark ones at that. He put the book back in its place. 'Seriously? This is unreal' He thought. Not for him, but Clarissa?

Since when did she dabble in dark rituals and since when did she have the means to get this space created. Not that he was going to complain. If he was one thing, it was an opportunist.

At the end of the hall the final door opened up into a rather large bedroom. One wall had two small doors. One had a large ornate J on it and the other a C. On the other side of the room was an open door that he could see was a bathroom. The room itself had several small witchlight stones placed around the place. Not as bright as if he were holding one, but enough so that it was reminiscent to moon glow. And in the center nestled between two large windows was a large four poster bed. With sheer hangings that created an almost ethereal halo around the canopy. Moving closer he could make out the faint outline of someone in the bed. Her curls dark in the dim light surrounding her head. Her soft curves barely covered in the warm room by only a thin sheet. She wore a nightgown he could tell. But what color he didn't know. Only that it looked like it hugged her just as much as the sheet.

Setting the sack down, he took off his jacket and weapons belt. Then his shoes, careful to not make a noise to disturb the sleeping girl. He carefully pulled back the sheet and crawled in next to her, delicately folding himself around her back so that he was spooning her. He lay there for a few moments but then couldn't help himself. His fingers slid along her creamy arm then wrapped around her waist as his face buried in her hair he he took a deep breath.

She stirred murmuring softly then sleepily looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"You came." Her voice was lazy, but held a tone in it that to him seemed so accepting and happy. He smiled cockily.

"You know little sister, an exchange of rings in our world is a very significant thing." She grinned and nodded turning to face him she tucked herself in closer wrapping an arm around his waist while she forced one of her smaller legs in between his effectively tangling them together.

"Clary?" He ventured.

"Hmm?"

"What is this?" He knew she knew what he was talking about when she moved her head back and looked up at him.

"Amends." She looked sad then her voice quivering slightly, "I destroyed your house so I got another one for …..Us."

"Us?" She nodded and looked up at him with a vulnerability that he had never seen on her face before.

"You said we belong to each other." His brow creased when she spoke his grip on her tightening.

"Are you sure? If you betray me this time I swear upon Lillith I will kill you Clarissa." She bit her lip then tilted her head up and gently pressed her lips to his in a way that to her seemed almost natural. Except that it shouldn't have been. But she had dreamt of him so much that she no longer was afraid. And when she pulled back she whispered, "I'm sure." While she stared into his dark eyes.

AN~ Im so excited for this story. Im really enjoying writing it. I do hope everyone is enjoying reading it. Please PLEASE let me know what you think. *Heart* D.I.