Bane snorted at Jonathan's intimidation attempts, "Don't bite off more than you can chew. Didn't your mother ever teach you that?" Jonathan launched himself at Magnus, but the warlock threw up a barrier, "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't have a mother! Your daddy faked your death, so you never got to know her, but Clary did!" The warlock picked at his nails, "So, how'd it feel to kill her?"

Jonathan searched the barrier for any weaknesses, "Kill who? I've killed a lot of people. Instead of taunting me, go pull a rabbit out of a hat."

Bane chuckled, "Sorry. I forgot about your pathetic conversation skills." The warlock summoned a fire ball and launched it at Jonathan from behind. The demon dodged it quickly and it disappeared from the room. "I mean, how did it feel to cause the death of your own mother and sister? Knowing your twisted little mind, you probably laughed alongside your father. You know, they say a father always loves the girl most. So what does that say about you, my boy? Or should I say, my girl?"

Jonathan finally found a weakness and hit it with raw magic. The barrier fell and Jonathan jumped through the air, aiming for Bane's arm. Magnus rolled his eyes and summoned a sword to block the attack. Jonathan looked at him and smirked, "Well, I'm the apple of my father's eye. They say that when a father sees himself in a child, that's the one he loves the most. As I was the only child he raised, I think my gender is safe." He pulled the blade back and slashed Magnus deeply across his right triceps.

Magnus looked down at the wound with indifference, "As the Roman's used to yell, first blood." He turned his reptilian eyes to Jonathan with a smirk, "It won't be last blood." Magnus summoned a second sword and attacked Jonathan with renewed anger, "I'm going to make you wish I only pulled a rabbit out of a hat!" His attacks doubled in speed, and Jonathan smiled.

He deflected most of the warlock's blows, but a few hit home. Three cuts on his right arm, one on his left leg, and one shallow slash across his stomach. Jonathan laughed, "Finally, someone worth killing!" Jonathan slammed his blade down so hard that it took both of Bane's swords to hold him off.

Magnus shook his head and tried to hold Jonathan back. The demon smirked and pushed most of his weight into the blow. Magnus snarled, "You'll never kill me!"

Jonathan finally broke Bane's block and sliced him deeply across his torso. He smirked as Bane touched the oozing blood, "You're right. I'll just take you captive."

The warlock smirked at him wolfishly, "You honestly think that because you landed a few blows, that I'll just flop down on the ground? Boy, I didn't live this long because I couldn't take down punks like you." Magnus crouched down and threw a bolt of lightning from his blade. Jonathan's eyes widened and he rolled to the side quickly. He watched the bolt slam into the wall, causing the large room to catch on fire. Magnus glared at him and caused a large ring of fire to appear around him. The flames danced blue as they closed in. Jonathan leapt up, only to have one of the flames grow larger, keeping him trapped.

Jonathan looked out, "Am I sensing some unresolved issues here?"

Magnus scoffed and watched the flames close in on his victim, "No. You only killed my boyfriend, his family, his friend, and Clary. No reason for any animosity."

Jonathan looked through the flames, and suddenly he knew a way to get out, "You know, he begged me to kill him! Begged! Like a dog!" The flames flickered.

Magnus glowered and screamed, "Don't you dare talk about Alec that way!"

Jonathan laughed and looked into the warlock's eyes from across the flames, "What? Want me to talk about the way he screamed when we poured molten lead up his ass? You could hear his screams for miles." The flames flickered out of existence for a few seconds, but that was all Jonathan needed.

Magnus narrowed his eyes at the demon and pure hatred pulsed through his veins for the man, "I'm going to kill you."

Jonathan smiled, flashing his fangs, "Try it. You've failed so far!"

Magnus growled and attacked him again, swords flying through the air so fast that the human eye wouldn't have been able to see them. Jonathan blocked each blow easily, as the angered warlock wasn't nearly as tactical with his strikes. Jonathan pulled out a dagger and sliced down the inside of Bane's right arm. The warlock gasped in pain, but continued to attack the man before him, hatred fueling his movements.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and maneuvered around for a moment until he had his sword holding Bane's blades down and the dagger at the warlock's throat. Jonathan smirked at him, "This fight is over."

Magnus glared at him, "Then kill me."

Jonathan smiled, "Sure." He pulled the dagger back and slammed the handle against the warlock's temple in just the right place to knock him out. Magnus crumpled to the floor and Jonathan turned to the witch. He smirked over at her, "So do I need to really kill you, or can you repair the wall and then just leave?"

The witch watched him for a moment, "I will not betray Magnus!" Jonathan pulled out a balanced knife and got ready to pierce her heart. The witch held her hands up, "But I will repair that wall and then go shopping for the other magical ingredients he wanted!"

Jonathan nodded his head, "Good girl."

He looked at ninja boy and just kicked him down the stairwell. It didn't take long for the witch to finish the repairs and leave. Finally, Jonathan was left alone with his victim. He tied the warlock to a chair and walked into the kitchen. To be honest, fighting always made him rather thirsty. He grabbed a bottle of water and walked over to the couch. He sat down and relaxed for about twenty minutes. Near the half hour mark, Magnus groaned. Jonathan got up and turned the chair to face the sofa before walking back to his original seat. Jonathan waited about two more minutes for the warlock to wake up.

Magnus slowly opened his eyes and glared weakly at Jonathan, "Why am I still alive?"

Jonathan shrugged, "Because you aren't dead."

Magnus rolled his reptilian eyes and asked with annoyance lacing each word, "Why have you kept me alive?"

Jonathan leaned forward, "I have a business deal for you."

Magnus snorted, "I'll never help filth like you. You're an abomination before the worlds."

Jonathan chuckled, "I am that, but you wouldn't help me even if it would save Clary's life?"

Magnus looked away, "Clary's already dead."

Jonathan shook his head, "No, she's really still quite alive. I spoke with her only three weeks ago." The warlock glared over at him and tested his restraints. Jonathan rolled his eyes, "They aren't going to break or come undone. Do you really think I would make that kind of mistake? Give the devil his due. Or should I say, demon his due?"

Magnus shook his head doubtfully, "You're lying to me. Valentine wouldn't keep her alive. He hates Clary."

Jonathan leaned back, "That he does. He didn't get to make that call, though. I did. I kept her alive."

Magnus glared at Jonathan, suspicion obvious on his face, "Why would you do that?"

Jonathan shrugged, "She's my mate."

Magnus was shocked to say the least. It was nearly unheard of for a demon, or a warlock to find their mate. It was even rarer when that mate wasn't killed right away to avoid weaknesses, "How do you know that?"

Jonathan ran his hand over his face, just thinking about her, "Everything. I couldn't raise a hand against her. I couldn't get her smell out of my head." Jonathan laid his head back, "And her laugh! Angel! I need her like the very air I breathe!" Jonathan remembered suddenly who he was speaking with and looked at the warlock seriously, "So, are you interested in what I have to say?"

Magnus regarded him warily, "Keep talking. What do you want me for?"

Jonathan leaned forward, "So, I know that you have the Rebel forces under your command. I need them."

Magnus sneered, "How would me giving up my army help Clary?"

Jonathan shook his head, "You misunderstand me. I need them to help me kill Valentine."

Magnus smiled wickedly, "Now you have my undivided attention!"

Jonathan smirked, "I thought that would do it. So, I hate Valentine. I have for years. He treats me like his killing machine and his lackey. I'm sick of it. So for the past year, I've been working on the best way to get rid of him. Once that is finished, Clary and I will ascend to the throne."

Magnus scowled, "So you want me to take down a tyrant so that another can take his place?"

Jonathan shot the warlock and incredulous look, "Do you really think that Clary will let me be a tyrant?" After a moment of thinking about it, Magnus shook his head. "Exactly. I have watched everything around this world in concern with governments and politics. I can do the job better than Valentine could ever dream of. I also want to stop being treated like a simple-minded killing machine. So, I need the rebels to help me."

Magnus shook his head, "I won't agree to anything without seeing Clary first."

Jonathan grimaced, "Well, here's the clencher. I have to take you back to Valentine."

Magnus rolled his eyes, "I knew you weren't going to betray him."

Jonathan scowled at Magnus and kicked the man's chair over, "Listen, old freak, I am only following those orders loosely because he has Clary."

Jonathan got up and leaned down to Magnus's ear, "And there is no damned way that I am going to put you over Clary. Ever." Jonathan stood the chair back up and walked over to the couch, but didn't sit down. "What we're going to do is simple. You get interrogated for a day or two, and then you break out. I can make it so that is possible. It won't be that hard."

Magnus shook his head and looked down at his restraint, "So… can you let me go then?"

Jonathan thought about it and walked over to the large window and looked out at the city, "How do I know that you won't leave?"

Magnus rolled his eyes, "As a part demon to another one, I swear on my magic to go with you to Idris on the condition that I get to speak with Clary face-to-face. Happy?"

Jonathan shook his head, "I won't be happy until I'm with my mate again. But, I can be content with your answer. So, we'll be flying to Germany tomorrow, and then we will portal into Idris. Understand? Oh, I'll need to lock you in a cage for the flight, and knock you out on the way to Idris."

Magnus glared at him warily, "…Why?"

Jonathan chuckled, "What? You don't trust me?"

Magnus snorted, "Of course I don't."

Jonathan turned to him and smirked wolfishly, "Wise decision." He walked back towards Magnus and produced a dagger seemingly out of thin air. "I have to make sure that Valentine can't have any possible way of finding out that this is a scam."

While the demon walked around the large room, Magnus was slowly getting his full power back. He finally let a burst of it out and it effectively disintegrated the ropes. Magnus stood up straight and popped his back, "Now. I have a better suggestion. You have some magical powers, correct?"

Jonathan looked back and rolled his eyes when he saw the warlock had been released from his restraints. Remembering that the warlock had asked a question, Jonathan met his eye, "Yes. It depends upon my mood as to just how complicated it can get." He re-sheathed the dagger and sat back down on the couch.

Magnus stalked over to a door and slipped in. He walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of ripped blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The warlock slipped his blood stained clothes off and pulled the jeans on. He walked over to a drawer in the bedroom and pulled out a roll of bandages. Magnus started to dress his wounds. Jonathan watched him warily, waiting to see if the warlock would instigate another fight. The cut on the demon's torso started to throb a bit as his powers began to knit the flesh back together. Once the warlock had finished, he pulled the shirt on and walked back into the main room, "So, you're going to make a portal."

Jonathan sighed, "Even if I can do that, I'll have to knock you out."

Magnus smirked, "Oh, kinky!"

Jonathan snarled in disgust, "I am only interested in Clary sexually, so I'm straight, scum."

Magnus humphed in annoyance, "When you're asking someone for help, you really shouldn't insult them. Also, I'm bisexual, not gay."

Jonathan snorted, "So you just can't decide. Even less of a spine!"

Magnus rolled his eyes, "Why can't you just have me tied up or something."

Jonathan pulled out a dagger and started playing with it, "Who let you out of the ropes?"

Magnus shot the demon a bemused look, "Well I did of course!" The warlock paused, "Oh, I see your point there. Fine, you can knock me out for an hour. That's it." Magnus suddenly got a wicked thought and decided to torment his partner, "So, since I'm bisexual, and have lately been into women after I finished mourning Alec's death, I think I'll go after Clary. She's just so full of life and wit. I liked her a little bit when she came busting into my apartment in New York, but Alec out shown her there. Think she might go for me?"

Jonathan saw red. No, scratch that, he saw black. He turned and glared at the warlock, "Touch her or even think about touching her and I'll decapitate you with my claws. I don't care who you screw, as long as it isn't around me, my things, or my mate. Got that warlock?"

Magnus chuckled, "You actually fell for that!" The warlock continued to roll around on the floor until Jonathan walked over silently and kicked him hard in the ribs. Magnus gasped and curled into a ball, "Now I remember why I don't like you!"

Jonathan shrugged, "I only need one person to like me, and you aren't her. Now get up and teach me how to open a portal."

Magnus got up and stalked over to a large bookshelf with hundreds of ancient tomes on it, "Alright, alright, keep your fangs in!" He pulled out a book and threw it at Jonathan, "Start reading, imbecile."

Jonathan scowled but opened the book, "You shouldn't insult me. I can kick your ass six ways to Sunday."

Magnus chuckled, "It would take you all week. Now start on chapter 6."

JXC

Clary sighed as she stared at the blank drawing board. It had been nearly three weeks, and she had continued to put the drawing off just because she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to know what it would look like. She picked up the pencil again and started to bring it down on the paper, only to stop at the last second. Clary sighed again and stared at the paper a bit longer.

"So, you still haven't started?" Mia walked in, a plate of German Chocolate cake in her hand. She lopped over to Clary and plopped down on the floor, digging into her food.

Clary sighed dramatically and pouted, "I can't figure out what, or how, to draw him!"

Mia giggled wickedly, "You have got it so bad!"

Clary glared at the black haired girl, "I do not."

Mia shook her head and continued to giggle uncontrollably, "Do to."

Clary turned on her stool, "Do not."

Mia glared up at her friend playfully, "Do to."

Clary rolled her eyes and turned away, "I am not having this kind of an argument."

Mia finished up her cake and spoke confidently, "You're only backing down because you know I'm right and you can't bring yourself to lie to me about something you know is true!"

Clary slapped her palm against her forehead, "You are absolutely impossible!"

Mia decided to change the subject, "So, do you miss him?"

Clary shrugged, "Kind of. I keep expecting him to walk in the room and say something completely inappropriate before flashing his fangs."

Mia cocked her head to the side, "He does that rather often, doesn't he? Oh well!" Mia stood up and walked over to where Clary was still staring at the blank paper. "Just close your eyes and draw the first line. Isn't the first mark supposed to be the most important?"

Clary sighed, "Fine." She closed her eyes and grabbed the pencil. Slowly leaning in to find the board, Clary pressed the pencil into the paper and lightly moved her hand down.

Mia smiled, "Good! Now, open your eyes!"

Clary did so, and saw just a long line, "And this helped my situation how?"

Mia shrugged, "Maybe now you'll stop thinking of it as a blank surface!"

Clary scoffed but started drawing away. She lightly sketched the outline of Jonathan's face looking away. Clary slowly drew a slight lift at the corner of his mouth, and then she drew a moon in the corner that he was looking at. She straightened the nose, and narrowed the eyes, making him seem more regal and serious. She chiseled away at his jaw, making it a strong square. Clary stopped and looked at the drawing, hoping to see where to start next. Mia looked at it, "Okay, for only twenty minutes that is pretty amazing."

Clary shrugged and started shading around his neck, "The more you do something, the easier it is." She frowned and started darkening his ear.

Mia cocked her head, "Isn't his hair a little long?"

Clary stopped and considered the rather shaggy blond locks. They were a bit long, hanging down to his neck, but he looking like a young Viking, and Clary liked it, "I'm taking a few liberties with this."

Mia shrugged, "I'm going to go look through those Psychology books. Call me over when you get done."

Clary shook her head anxiously, "No! Grab a few and bring them back over here. We can make fun of it and stuff!"

Mai shook her head in amusement but agreed, "Okay. In that case, I'm grabbing the one about Criminology and Psychology!" She walked over to the section she wanted and grabbed a large text book. She walked back over to Clary and plopped down in a large chair, "So, you do realize that this book will more than likely tell us that we are completely and utterly insane, right?"

Clary narrowed her eyes and scowled, "That is beside the point!"

Mia shrugged, "Okay. I just wanted to make sure that you had accepted this fact." She flipped the book open, "Oh! Serial killers are up first. It says here that most male killers kill for a sexual release, and that is why they take souvenirs from their victims." Mia looked up at Clary, "Does Jonathan take stuff from his victims?"

Clary shot her friend a bemused look, "I thought you liked Jonathan?"

Mia nodded her head, "I do, but that doesn't mean I don't know that he is a stone cold killer. Honestly, there are days when he is ready to kill anything that moves just for the heck of it. So, does he take stuff?"

Clary shook her head and went back to her drawing, "I don't think he does, but I've never really asked him. I don't really want to know all of the details from that side of his life."

Mia shrugged, "I guess I can understand that."

The two lapsed into silence as Clary continued adding small details to the drawing. She added strong shoulders and a loose chemise to his body. A light dusting of whiskers appeared on his face, and a few tuffs of chest hair poked out of the unlaced shirt. An intelligent glimmer flashed in his bottomless eyes.

After a while, a gasp behind her caused Clary to stop and look back at Mia. Mia's brown eyes were fixed on the picture, "Oh my Angel."

Clary looked at her oddly, "What is it?"

Mia slowly got up from the overstuffed chair and walked hesitantly to the easel. She stared at it for a long while before whispering, "You love him."

Clary's emerald eyes shot back and forth between the drawing and Mia, "What are you talking about? I don't love him!"

Mia shook her head, "Yes you do! Look at that drawing! It makes Master Jonathan look like a Fallen Angel that longs for heaven. He's even more gorgeous on that than he is in real life! They say when you love someone, their flaws cease to matter and they only become more beautiful in your eyes. How can you not see it?"

Clary turned to the picture and realized that Mia was right about how Jonathan looked. A black wing peaked up over his shoulder, and his eyes looked up at the sky with such longing. While it had been a long time since Clary had done realistic drawing, by looking at the drawing, no one would believe it. It almost looked like a black and white photo. Clary raised her hand and brushed it over his jaw right under the ear. Could she love him? "I can't show this to him."

Mia snapped out of her shocked state and grabbed the paper, pulling it to her protectively, "Oh, yes you are!"

Clary looked at her friend frantically, "No I'm not! He will think I love him, and then he will do something horrible!"

Mia looked at her friend in concern, "What do you think he could or even would do to you?"

Clary looked out of the window and bit her lip nervously, "He'd change."

Mia laid the picture down, out of Clary's reach, and walked back to Clary, "Why would you think that?"

Clary shrugged, "He's a demon. They don't make happy endings."

Mia sighed in frustration, "You're joking, right?"

Clary whirled her head around to glare at Mia, "Of course not! He's only interested in me because I don't fall at his feet. If I show any emotion towards him, he'll decide I'm not worth anything and just kill me eventually."

Mia scoffed, "I really didn't think you were this stupid."

Clary shot Mia a bemused look, "What are you talking about?"

Mia rolled her eyes, "You're utterly blind! He is completely and utterly in love with you! Everything he does is for you." She turned on her heels and walked over to the chair that held the picture, her arms motioning wildly, "He got this manor, away from the city, for you. He puts up with Valentine for you. He takes the missions for you. He fights to protect you. He only talks about you! He lives for you! Don't you understand that? The only thing he is going to do after you finally admit that you love him is throw you over his shoulder and take you up to his chambers. He isn't going to change!" Mia grabbed the picture and held it up for Clary to see, "You wouldn't feel this way about him, if you really believed that about him."

Clary sighed, "I just don't know."

Mia rolled her eyes and started to walk out, "I'm going to put this in a safe place. You're going to stay here and think about what you really feel, and what is really going to happen, because I don't want to see you both get hurt." She marched out of the room and slammed the heavy door, and Clary would have been impressed with Mia's show of strength if it wasn't for her mind being in another place, or should one say, another person. Clary got up from her stool and walked to the window seal. She climbed onto the pillowed stone and curled up with her chin on her arms.

Clary couldn't help but wonder if Mai was right. If Jonathan would just be elated, instead of changing.

If they could be happy.

She sighed and watched the sun set. It was a full moon that night, and it was a blue moon. Clary smiled fondly, the blue moon was Jonathan's favorite night. He always wanted to sit for hours and just watch it. She had been so surprised when she found out, thinking that he would prefer the blood moon. He had smirked and said, "I see enough blood on earth. I don't need to see it on the moon." She had laughed, and he had finally gotten her to sit next to him. It had been a good night.

Clary sighed and leaned her head against the glass. She was pretty sure she loved him. The feeling she had for him was different than it was with Jace. With Jace, she had wanted to be around him all the time, and just hear him speak. With Jonathan, she wanted to always make him smile. She wanted him to relax. She wanted him to just… be happy.

She just … wanted him.

Clary got up from the window seal and walked back to her room. She sat down at the table and looked at his seat. It looked so untouched.

Clary slid down to lay her arms and head on the table. She missed him. "I am not going to be the pathetic girl that sits at the house and laments around." She walked into the closet and stripped off her dress and pulled on a long pair of pants and a loose shirt. She tied her hair up in a sloppy bun and pulled on her boots. Clary checked herself once in the mirror to make sure nothing was askew, before walking out of her room and out of the manor. She marched into the stables and saw a stable hand, "Could you get a horse ready for me?"

The stable hand stopped going over the riding equipment and nodded, "Yes, Mistress, but do you have a preference?"

Clary looked over the many horses and spotted Jonathan's huge black stallion looking completely bored. Clary smiled at the horse and pointed, "That one."

The stable hand looked over the very short girl and over to Alexander. The horse could eat her. He shook his head, knowing not to question her, "Okay. Give me ten minutes." He grabbed Alexander's saddle and bridle. He approached the Shire stallion and watched as the horse yanked its head up (higher than the stable hand's head would ever go). Alexander was Jonathan's horse through and through. He didn't take kindly to anyone except his master coming near him. The stable hand couldn't help but worry for his Mistress's welfare. Plus, Jonathan would torture him to death if anything happened to her.

He slowly finished buckling Alexander's leather saddle and watched as the horse's huge hooves nearly landed on his foot. Alexander waited for the final buckle and the bridle to be on before the Shire walked right out of his stall and over to Clary. Clary craned her neck to look up at the horse, "Hi there, big boy." Alexander lowered his head to look at her, nudging her lightly with his white nose. Clary laughed and walked over to a mounting block. She climbed on and watched as the stallion trodden right into position. Clary swung herself into the saddle on the third try, and Alexander danced a bit under her weight.

Clary grabbed the reins and nudged him with her thighs. While Jonathan had been away, Clary had become a very good horse woman, though she hadn't tackled riding Alexander. The stallion was fine with her, as long as he got some attention and Jonathan came back soon. Alexander missed the blond human. He was interesting to ride with. Clary squeezed Alexander with her thighs, sending the Shire into a trot. Alexander hurried off into the hills that rolled across the manor's land. Clary smiled at the bright moon. It was the perfect night for a short ride.

JXC

Jonathan sighed and began the spell again, hoping against hope that it would finally work. He got a flicker, but it went out after a minute. Magnus walked through the room and chuckled, "So, we finally found something you are good at."

Jonathan glared at the warlock, "Shut up."

Magnus flopped down onto the couch and shook his head, "No. Getting you angry is the best course of action. The more emotion you have fueling it, the better the magic works. Thus, you suck."

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "At least I don't suck literally!"

Magnus sighed, "I am the guy in the relationship."

Jonathan snorted, "I highly doubt that."

Magnus smirked, "I bet you're the one on the bottom."

Jonathan had been chanting the spell, trying to ignore the warlock, but that comment sent his already fried nerves out the window. He turned to chop the warlock into little pieces, but a portal suddenly erupted behind him.

Magnus looked at it before popping up with a smirk, "See? Emotions do work best! Now, let's go."

Jonathan sighed, "What about my stuff at the hotel?"

Magnus sighed and closed the portal, "Go get your stuff, and I'll just piss you off again. Come back tomorrow afternoon. I think I describe a vivid fantasy of mine about Clary. That should do the trick, don't you think?"

Jonathan snarled at him, "Only if the trick is your slow death."

Magnus shrugged, "You never know what the trick is with magicians."

Jonathan's eyebrow cocked, "What magicians?"

Magnus walked to his bedroom, "As magicians are pathetic excuses for warlocks, you would be the magician."

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "The first disobedient comment after Valentine's death, and I'm taking you down to the dungeons."

Magnus smirked and called out, "KINKY!" before locking his door and going to fall into the bed. Jonathan sighed and walked out to his motorcycle. He climbed on and headed towards his hotel, trying to ignore the pink sky to the east. He did not want to consider how much sleep he would not be getting.

JXC

So, chapter 6 is up! YAY! For those of you that are detail suckers, I am going back after this is posted and fixing all of those little mistakes in the other chapter. I hope you liked this Magnus. I figured if he could kill Jonathan, he would taunt Jonathan with everything he could think of. Yep, you also had a wonderful amount of Clary time in this. Also, if you don't know what a Shire stallion looks like, look it up! They are HUGE and so GORGEOUS!

So, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I enjoyed writing it as the computer didn't delete this chapter even once! Over one thousand words of fight scene at the top. I hope you all loved it! I know I enjoyed it. I was happy with the reviews, and I apologize for my little sob story in Chapter 4. I was having a lot of issues in RL at the time, and it bled over into this, so I still want loads of reviews, but I'm not going to break down about less than ten. Maybe. JK.

I am hoping that everyone is happy with the characters behavior right now, but I won't be changing it. Sorry guys, but as it is my story, and my plot, they will play by my rules. No, I won't go crazy with the power as my real name ISN'T Julius Caesar. Hitler wouldn't work, as he was always crazy, even without the power.

Now, to be honest, there might be a lemon next chapter. There might not. I've told many of you that my muse is making this up as he goes along, so who really knows. It seems to me like he was hinting at it a bit here, but with that guy, you never ever know. So, he just walked over to my imagination's couch and passed out. He won't be up for a few days by the sound of that snore. So, I can't wait to read your reviews and you PM's. I do try to respond to all of them, and I apologize if your got over looked. I love reviews and I'm not afraid of that.

So, please review and tell me your feelings!

~~Mistress of the LivingDarkness