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~InfernoAlive
My Evil Angel: Chapter 4
Clary was speechless as the news sank in, coldness spreading through her like the plague.
"Escaped?" Isabelle echoed, breathless with disbelief, "But… that's impossible… the pentagram was surrounded by runes of angelic power… no normal demon should've been able to get through…"
"No normal demon…" Alec left the statement hanging in the air, eyeing Clary and Isabelle warily.
They both shuddered. Of course Jace wasn't the normal sort of demon. He had angel blood in him, clearly giving him a few, nifty tricks. And it hadn't taken him a long time to figure it out, it seemed.
Without a thought, Clary begun to run, shoving past Isabelle and Alec. She heard them shout after her, felt the brush of Isabelle's hand as she reached out to stop her. But all she focused on was Jace, a beautiful, crazed demon on the loose. Who knew where he was headed? What did he want?
Then a sinister thought entered her mind, and wouldn't go away: He wants you.
No… all thoughts of Jace's previous life were lost to him, Magnus had said so as had the Silent Brothers. But clearly, Jace meeting her had triggered something. And he'd escaped…
She gulped, tears streaming from her eyes, wondering if her life truly was in danger. Would Jace really hurt her? Even… even as a demon? The idea was too horrible to contemplate, and struck by the realisation of it, she almost missed the sign: Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn.
At a speed quite impressive without a speed rune, she zipped through the house and met Magnus in the corridor again. He was on the phone, and after listening to the conversation for a few seconds, she realised he was talking to Luke.
"I know… Garroway don't blame me! One minute he was there, quoting blimin' Spadesbeer for all the world to hear and the next… poof! Nothing left but wisps of smoke and very ruined pentagram." A pause, Luke speaking sternly on the other end of the phone, then Magnus came back with a vengeance. "I SPENT A LOT OF TIME ON IT, IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW! PRACTICALLY RUINED MY HAIR… NO YOU LISTEN TO ME LUKE, IT'S NOT MY JOB TO LOOK AFTER YOUR BRAT'S BOYFIREND!"
Then, Magnus noticed Clary standing there, gobsmacked, and ended the call.
"Hello, sweetheart." He said softly, stretching his face into a strained smile as he fluffed up his hair.
"You know what… never mind. I don't care right now…" Clary gave up trying to confront him about being called a brat, "Just… I heard about Jace…" She couldn't finish.
Magnus was still for a second, then slowly pointed to the door, "Go ahead. Play detective or whatever you like, biscuit. But there's no clue as to where he went or how he exactly got out. Believe me I looked." He huffed and walked down the corridor, back into the main section of his house.
Clary stared after him until he was out of sight, fear stabbing her senseless. No clues? It was like Jace had disappeared without a trace. She gulped and headed towards the door, breathing hard as she turned the doorknob before going inside.
The room was exactly as she'd remembered it, the whole dungeon theme sending shivers down her spine. But the pentagram… it looked like it had been burned in an inferno of flames, nothing left but a few marks of black and red still scorching the ground. Jace did that? He could… could he now do things like that, combined with his demon and angel powers? The thought was a bomb in Clary's mind, ticking even faster as she walked slowly into the room, inhaling the tang of smoke and ashes.
She kneeled down on what once was the pentagram that imprisoned Jace, tracing her fingers over the etched-in design. That's when her fingers skidded over markings that weren't part of the original pattern. She brushed the rubble aside revealing the horrific secret.
Claw marks embedded into the ground, so feral and savage, caused by the kind of hands that could rip human flesh apart. A scarred message could be made out amidst the scratches and Clary's blood ran cold:
You are mine.
W… what? What was that supposed to mean? Her whole body shook, the truth sinking in. Jace was after her, that much was clear. But… but these words made it sound like he'd already won… unless…
Unless they'd been marked here deliberately. Waiting until she found them. The makings of a perfect trap.
Oh… she spun around, looking around the room. Nothing, nothing but the darkness of the shadows and the manacles hanging on the wall, the lone statue standing near the door… Crap.
Jace moved, breaking the appearance of a statue, and grinned at her. He moved back, slamming the door behind him and twisting the bolt home, locking them both in the room. He licked his lips, his eyes so dark and evil compared to the angelic halo of his golden hair. He dropped to the ground like a cat, lethal but full of grace, so their gazes were level. Spring-green and coal-black.
She shuddered, her heart stuck in her throat. Jace had always moved like a dancer, and in his demonic state, the feature served him well. He begun to crawl towards her, his eyes glittering with an intense hunger that made her heart beat dangerously fast. The wise choice would've been to scream, to warn someone that she was here, in danger of being… whatever Jace had in mind for her. But one look at his strong hands making quick work of the space between them, reminded her sharply.
The kind of hands that could rip human flesh apart.
If she screamed it would be the last thing she would ever do. She was sure of it. But what about Alec and Isabelle? They'd seen her run away and would've guessed easily that she was headed to Magnus'. They would realised she'd been gone too long and come after her. They had to.
Suddenly, Clary realised Jace was only a few feet away from her, and on impulse she backed away, further back every time he moved forward. In a matter of seconds, she had her back against the wall, with Jace right in front of her. He hissed and she jumped, alarmed by the inhuman sound coming from Jace's mouth.
He edged towards her, his breath tickling her ear as she waited in vain for someone to bust the door down and save her. She reached for her stele, the only weapon she had on her, (why did she have to be so careless today!) but Jace took hold of her arms and pinned them above her head. She winced, feeling her wrists scrape against the wall, and Jace smirked.
"Why… why didn't Magnus see you?" She asked bravely, stalling for time.
Jace blinked, as if surprised to hear her speak. Then he licked his lips again before hissing, "Let thee soldier of oaken heart, piercing bravely the soul of rodent hiding in the ceiling."
Clary frowned… what was that supposed to mean? Then she got it: he'd been hiding in the rafters of the ceiling after getting out, and to Magnus, he simply wasn't there anymore.
"Clever, I must admit," she whispered, the breath leaving her voice, "To do…"
She was cut off as she realised that Jace had bent his head towards her exposed neck and was licking it tenderly, almost like the way she ate an ice cream. Before she bit down on it. Oh crap, he was going to eat her? Oh no… why weren't the others here yet… They had to come… they had to come now…
"What… what are you do…" Jace's hand came up and covered her mouth, muffling her accusation. She squirmed, fighting against him now, but his body pressed hers against the wall.
Just as she felt the graze of his teeth, everything went black, the last thing Clary heard being Jace's own words…
"That's right Angel. Give me your Light. All of it."