Warning: Due to foul moods, Jonathan has some rather creative moments with the cussing. Those of you that have wanted a sailor Jonathan, he doesn't drop an F, but he hits everything in between. Enjoy the misadventures of Clary, Jonathan, Magnus, and Mia. Sorry for the long wait.

JXC

Clary sat in the parlor, reading a random criminology book when the library doors suddenly burst open. Jonathan, in all of his dark glory, walked through the doors and looked dead at her. Those black eyes glowed as he stalked towards her, an obviously predatory grace in each precise movement. Clary looked up at him, green eyes alight with confusion, "Jonathan, is something wrong?"

He didn't answer. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge that she had spoken. Clary began to feel a small sliver of fear creep into her mind. Why was he regarding her so coldly? Jonathan got closer and closer to her chair, his eyes never wavering.

Clary was so focused on attempting to figure out his motives, she didn't notice the small flash of steel when he slipped a dagger from the arm sheath. For such a large man, Jonathan moved silently. When he was only a few feet away from her, Jonathan stopped and looked down on her, "Miss me?"

Clary watched him carefully but answered, "Of course I did. Mia kept me company, but no one can replace your sense of humor."

Jonathan smirked, but then it faded into the predatory expression from earlier. Next thing Clary knew, she was on the ground, Jonathan was straddling her chest, and there was a dagger at her neck. She looked up at him, fear welling up within her as he flashed his fangs in a deadly smirk, "Miss this?" He didn't give her a chance to answer before his lips were on hers and his tongue was fighting its way into her mouth. Clary resisted for a few seconds, but this was Jonathan. She surrendered with a moan, and felt him smirk into the kiss. They stayed like that for a while, both frozen within the moment. Jonathan broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

Clary swallowed and looked down at the dagger, "So, Jonathan, you want to get the blade away from me?"

Jonathan smirked, "Not really." He lowered the blade to her stomach and looked at her, "In fact, I want to do something like this." He shoved the blade into her torso with an empty smile. Clary gasped at the pain and looked up at him desperately. What made him do this?

Jonathan watched her bleed and he chuckled, running a finger through it, "It's like finger painting, but with a bit more preparation."

Clary tried to speak, but only blood gurgled forth. Jonathan's black eyes jumped to her face, "You know what's so much fun about stabbing someone in the stomach? That wound takes the longest to kill you, but it hurts worse than any other. You also can't be saved." He went back to playing with her blood, "Do stop trying to speak. It's distracting." Clary watched him in utter betrayal and heartbreak. What had happened to him on his mission? What could have reduced him to this?

Jonathan snorted, "Your disbelief is written all over your face."

Clary tried to summon the will to glare at him, but with every drop of crimson life that seeped from her, her energy followed. Her eyelids fluttered in the effort it took to keep them open. Jonathan snorted again and looked at her with disgust, "Do something. I don't kill people so they can die quietly. As long as you don't do that pathetic gurgling."

Clary tried to move, but she had already lost too much blood. Finally, she did get enough energy to ask the cliché, "Why?"

Jonathan shrugged, "Demon's don't love. We only kill. It's so much more fun!" He licked his blood covered hand and never let his gaze waver from her own eyes.

The door creaked open and Valentine appeared, a cold look on his face as always, "Did you really think he would change? He's a demon you little fool. He only cared about screwing you. Then you had to play hard to get. Demon's never like that game." He watched as she bled out on the parlor floor. Jonathan stood up and walked to his father's side. Clary struggled to breath, and finally she could struggle no more. She died.

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Clary jumped up from the bed gasping. She looked down at her stomach and yanked the shirt up. There, she found only white, unblemished skin. She sighed in relief. It had only been a dream. Jonathan was still on a mission, and still hated Valentine. Everything was going to be okay. At least, that is what she kept chanting within her mind until she believed it. She opened her eyes and calmed her self down. Looking around her, she saw the sunlight pouring through the window. It was past noon. She had overslept.

Clary cursed under her breath and rolled out of the bed. She was in the bath before she even had the chance to breathe properly. She scrubbed at her hair viciously and rubbed her skin red. She was going to be late, and Mia was going to kill her with a rusty spoon and shoes. She pulled the plug and dried herself off in a frenzy. Wrapped in only a towel, Clary rushed into her closet and pulled down a pair of light wash jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt. She grabbed some underwear and practically jumped into it. She pulled on the clothes and rushed to her vanity, and harshly combing out her long red hair.

Once her hair was mostly unknotted, she shoved her feet into a rather clunky pair of boots and clomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She raced down the stairs, laces slashing through the air, and luck would have it, she stepped on a lace and she went down the stairs a different way than she had planned. She finally stopped at the bottom with a loud groan and laid there for a moment. Soft footsteps alerted her to someone's approach.

Clary rolled her head painfully to the side and saw an amused Mia coming towards her. The dark haired girl squatted down by her head, "You know, I could have told you that was a bad idea. Anything broken, twisted, or dislocated?"

Clary moved everything, and painfully she realized, "None of that, I'm just going to be bruised from head to toe in an hour."

Mia stood up, "Well if that's all, get up and let's go. We have things to do. I'm going into town, and that means by default we are going to town!"

Clary glared at her friend and sat up slowly, hissing, "They are going to think you beat me."

Mia scoffed and looked down at her friend, "You live with a half Demon. They aren't going to accuse me of anything. It's all going on the blond one. It's the perfect plan." She turned on her heels and started walking towards the door, not waiting for Clary to get up. The red head glared at her friend but struggled to her feet. She limped out the door and to the stables. The stable hand saddled Alexander up, only getting bitten on the hand twice. The horse must have been in a good mood. He handed her the reins and about that time, Mia came out on a pale brown mare. Clary used the mounting block and got on top of the giant horse. She was going to miss riding him when Jonathan came home.

Mia looked at her, "I see someone finally got off the floor."

Clary glared at her and Alexander snorted unhappily. He never did like the dark haired girl. He trotted out of the stable, ignoring Clary yelp of surprise. He walked over to the main gate and started on their usual trail. He didn't really care if the other one caught up. Clary sighed; Jonathan's horse was so much like him it was scary. "Alexander, we need to go to town, so could you possibly listen to me for a minute?" The horse rolled his eyes in annoyance and to Clary's surprise; he turned and jogged towards Idris.

Mia looked at them as the pair passed, "Having issues with the horse?" Alexander reached over and bit her hand at the comment and pulled ahead of the other horse. Mia yelped but stayed quiet, not sure what the stallion would do next. They rode to town in silence, as every time Mia tried to talk, Alexander would send her a most evil glare.

They reached the gates rather quickly and Mia took the lead, much to the annoyance of Alexander. They weaved through the streets and people shied out of their way, watching Clary and the black stallion with fear reflected plainly in their eyes. The short girl tried to ignore it, but it was kind of hard. Mia finally saw the seed store and hurried her mare along. Clary followed closely behind her, hoping that nothing would happen. They slipped out of the saddles and tied to horses up in front of the store. Mia turned to her and smirked, "Come on. He'll be fine."

Clary shrugged, not really knowing what the girl was talking about. Mia regarded her with a suspicious look but turned and slipped through the wooden door. Clary followed her quickly.

JXC

Jonathan couldn't help but glare at the door through tired eyes. He had not gotten as much sleep as he had wanted and it had only served to worsen his already foul mood. He had a most disturbing dream in the scant moments of sleep he had been able to win. He had killed her, and then taunted her. He had awoken in a cold sweat, and he never woke in a cold sweat. After assuring himself that it was only a dream and that Clary would still be at his manor when Jonathan returned, the demon had showered, packed and rented another motorcycle. It hadn't taken him a horribly long time to get to Bane's warehouse.

So, that is how he found himself glaring at the metal door, vaguely wondering if he could melt it with sheer force of will. So far, it hadn't worked. He slammed his fist against the metal again and swore colorfully under his breath. After a few more harsh beatings to the door, the warlock finally opened it. Beady eyed, Magnus stuck his head out of the cracked door, "What kind of person are you to wake me so early?"

Jonathan sneered angrily, "It is nine AM. You should have no damned problem getting up at such a time. Damn your hide to hell and back from making me wait so long, you slimy bastard."

One plucked eyebrow cocked up on the sleepy warlock, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

Jonathan forced the door open and walked to the bookshelf, grabbing the one of magic. He snarled nastily, "Go suck a few cocks, you disgusting little faggot!"

Magnus smirked, "Did I say bed? I meant 'wrong side of the floor'." He closed the door and walked back to his bedroom, with every intention of going back to sleep now that the banging had ceased. The warlock slammed his door and bolted it. There was absolutely no way he was going to be up and about before eleven. It would do the demon brat good to sleep a bit more himself. Bane threw himself down onto the bed and slipped back to sleep rather quickly, after he had place powerful wards around his room. There was absolutely no way he was going to sleep without any protection against Alec's killer.

Jonathan sat on the couch, reading over the book. He had hidden his curiosity over the book from Bane, but now that the warlock had run off to sleep like the lazy bastard he was, he saw no reason to hide it. The pages were weathered from many years of use, and the words were hand written. Obviously magic hadn't gotten so complex that it could just make copies. Even the humans could do that. Still, the slanted scrawl had a rare elegance to it. Jonathan didn't stop to appreciate arts often, but he did stop sometimes. He enjoyed the great masterpieces of time, Shadow Hunter and Human. They all held interesting principles.

For the next two hours, Jonathan raided Bane's refrigerator and read the book, cover to cover. With his photographic memory, he wouldn't be forgetting a single detail. About eleven thirty, Bane opened his door and smirked. He was fully clothed and Jonathan suspected that the neon purple tie wasn't just a fashion statement. The book had mentioned that true masters of the dark magics could transform multiple items into one very eye-catching object. The little clause was supposed to stop the warlock from overusing it, but Jonathan knew that Bane wasn't one to be put off by just a simple bright color.

Magnus grabbed an apple and bit into it savagely. He looked at Jonathan, "What do you want? Why did you actually make this morning so horrible?"

Jonathan sneered, "Look what the bitch dragged in! A half baked asshole with pussy issues."

Magnus glared, "Could you possibly refrain from such issues for a few moments? I would like to think without your constant sailor speech in the background."

Jonathan snorted, "Pussy footing bastard."

Magnus sighed and finished his apple, "Do you kiss Clary with that mouth?"

Jonathan glared at the warlock and grabbed his bag, "I use mouthwash every time I get home from a mission. Now that the damned queen is done, can we go?" He hefted the bag over his black clothed shoulder and pulled out a piece of rope, "I've got to tie you up."

Magnus smirked at him and couldn't help his comment, "Oh, you're so kinky lately. It must be that darling demon side." Jonathan shot him a withering glare and snapped the rope. Magnus glared at him for a while, "You just have to take everything so seriously. Why is that?"

The demon chuckled ruefully, not really planning on gracing the remark with an answer. He pulled the rope into a pre-formed knot and concentrated on the memory of how to open the portal. Jonathan clenched his black eyes closed and focused all of his energy into opening the gateway. A spark of magic was felt throughout the room, but no portal opened. Magnus smirked, "You aren't focusing on an exact place. Magic can't take you to where you want to go if you don't show it exactly where you want to go."

Jonathan snarled and tried again, picturing the spot beside the lake where Valentine had nearly destroyed Idris. Clary had stopped him. She had destroyed the runes enough that the ceremony didn't work at all. In his rage, Valentine had given her to Jonathan, thinking that in his demonic rage, he would kill Clary. Jonathan smirked; he would never let such a thing happen to his mate. With a loud crack, a portal opened.

Magnus smiled and nodded his head, "Maybe there is hope for you. Second try. Not bad for your second day." He turned to the demon and held out his hands, "You'll understand when I don't teach you the more dangerous tricks?" Jonathan put the ropes around his wrists and then tied them around the warlock's waist. Magnus tested the ropes, and knew that had he been without magic, he would have no chance at getting out.

Jonathan pulled a dagger, seemingly out of thin air, and smirked at the warlock, "You'll understand why I'll always enjoy this, right bastard?" The warlock shrugged and tried to brace himself for the blow, but Jonathan never hit someone nicely. The three hundred year old warlock dropped to the ground with a groan. Jonathan smirked and picked him up. The demon threw Magnus over his shoulder and carried him to the portal. Jonathan took a deep breath, "I really hope I'm not a complete magic screw up." He couldn't stop his body from tensing as he stepped through the portal. A sucking sensation was felt, almost like he had stepped into a giant vacuum. He felt the wind being knocked out of him, and it wasn't pleasant. What seemed like hours, really only took a few seconds. In a flash, the sensation was gone and Jonathan stumbled out of a portal, right at the manor. He growled under his breath. This had not been his targeted location.

He heard a scream and the sound of pottery shattering. He turned in homicidal annoyance to see one of the maids watching them in horror. He snarled at her, "Get me a horse, foolish woman!" The maid raced away. She was too scared by the sudden appearance of the Master to do anything but his wishes. In a few short moments, a large work horse was brought to him, fully saddled. Jonathan snarled at the stable hand, "Where is my horse?"

The young man cowered before the wrath of the demon, "The Mi-Mi-Mistress took him to t-t-town." Jonathan sighed; he couldn't stay mad when Clary was involved. He threw the unconscious warlock across the Draft horse's flank and jumped into the saddle. Without a word to the servant, Jonathan had the horse quickly jogging out of the courtyard, towards the capital.

JXC

Well, there is the actual chapter seven. I hope you all enjoyed it. So, Jonathan's plan has been set in motion. Looks like the story climax is coming up. Sorry for the really, really, really long wait. The updates won't be snappy, but that kind of a stretch shouldn't happen again. I hope no one got offended by Jonathan's language in this chapter. It wasn't my intention. So, next you get to see just how well I can transition this demonic Jonathan back into our sadistic lover boy. I honestly have no idea how that is going to come out. Okay, so now for the review replies!

GummyBearGumDrop: Sorry if it was lacking. I don't really know what it was lacking, but if it comes to you, let me know. Thank you for the review, and I am glad you are enjoying the story.

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DarrenShanisMine: Thanks. She will probably meet Magnus in a few chapter. –glares at muse- He doesn't tell me anything. Lol. Jonathan? Next chapter! I can't wait to reunite them! Everyone except Magnus is dead. He was the only one that I could see getting away from Valentine. After all, there is a reason he has been around so long. I love his character too!

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