Clary fumbled as she was pulled back to her feet, she turned, spitting wild curls out of her mouth with a violent hissing noise.
"Now, now, no need to act like that."
Sebastian's voice was edged with amusement and layered with a triumphance that infuriated Clary even more.
"We're Shadowhunters, Clary, not downworld werewolf muck."
His hands were cool and as the righted herself and lingered far longer than necessary on the small of her back. She shuddered in revulsion and squirmed away, but the gesture seemed only to amuse Sebastian further as a smirk painted his pale face. Clary stared at him for the first time in three months. His face was unchanged, the same high cheekbones and cruel mouth. The same eyes like coal and ink, so black Clary could see her own dishevelled profile reflected in them. They twinkled as Clary realised she had been staring at him for over ten seconds. She blinked and looked down, then back up, breaking the intensity that had been building moments before.
"Where am I, Johnathon?"
Clary spoke calmly, though she felt nothing of the sort. Hysteria would not help her here. Sebastian was faster and stronger than her, the best thing she could do was gather information in the hope of finding some way out.
Clary's words had certainly made some impact on Sebastian. His previously curled lip had twitched downwards in distaste, and his eyes had lost their twinkling mirth.
"That is not my name. You know the name I go by now."
"Sebastian"
Clary spat, as if the name itself were a vile curse. And he was. He was the curse that had plagued her since the moment they had met in Idris. It seemed like years ago, when they had stood outside the Wayland Manor House, when he had kissed her. His hair had been dark and he had a different identity then, but it had still sickened her then just as it sickened her now, the feel of his body close to hers, his breath echoing in her ears.
"Yes?" The vicious smile had reappeared at the sound of his name in his sisters soft tones.
"Where am I? How did I get here? What are you-"
"tsk-tsk" Sebastian tutted at her as if she were a petulant child.
"So many questions."
He purred as he moved closer to her, pressing her against the wood panelling of the corridor. The door of her room had closed behind her, leaving only a thin slither of light to illuminate her surroundings. She flattened her small frame against the wall, keeping herself from touching him. The smell of citrus and heavy cologne filled her nose and she breathed deeply, hoping to steady her heart which had begun beating a staccato rhythm against her chest once again. The sound of her blood rushing filled her ears and she blinked, trying to regain control.
"Then answer one."
Clary's voice sounded strained to her own ears, and apparently Sebastian heard it too, because his smirk turned to a predatory grin. She could see very little of him in the dark but his teeth stood out white in the black of the corridor, like a shark in murky waters.
Sebastian opened his mouth, his lips forming words but before he could speak the lights flickered on, revealing the scene.
"Mr Morgenstern."
The voice was cut through the moment like a sword, and quick as lightning, Sebastian stepped back from where he had been standing moments before, obscenely close to Clary. His head spun in a whirl of silver white hair. Clary blinked and turned to look in the direction Sebastian's head was turned.
The woman whom the voice had originated from was small, with plain brown hair and grey eyes. She had an ageless face that could have been 25 or 50. Her eyes, cold and calculating were fixed on Sebastian and shrewd expression.
"Mrs Merrywright."
Sebastian's voice was silky and composed, all traces of teasing gone. In the light she could study him closely for the first time. He was clad in a plain white shirt that was thin enough to show the dark lines of his marks below its fabric. His trousers were black and hung low on his hips, revealing a strip of pale skin and curling runes between the fabrics. The contrast between his casual dress and the women's formal buttoned up shirt and black skirt was almost comical. She looked as though she was off to work in an office rather than involved in the business of trapping young girls and fraternising with a half demon Shadowhunter with murderous tendencies. The woman's eyes flickered towards Clary and her brow furrowed, revealing lines that had not been there moments before.
"Perhaps you would be so kind as to give Miss Morgenstern some of the attire we purchased for her, she can hardly meet the enclave in that." Her eyes raked Clary's thin dress critically but Clary was too busy deciphering the words she had uttered to be self conscious.
The enclave. She thought back to her history lessons in the institute. And suddenly the memory surged upon her in a wave of realisation.
The enclave was the london branch of the Clave. So that meant... She was in London? He mind spun in a panic. Miles away from home, Miles away from her mother, her friends, Jace.
"Of course." Sebastian turned to her as the woman walked away down the seemingly never ending corridor. Her heels clicked against the stone floor like the ticking of a clock. Clary was entranced by its repetitive noise, the certainty of the next click was the only regular thing in her life at the moment, even her heart was beating unevenly.
"Come on then, we've got a whole wardrobe for you. We've been preparing for a long time, you know. Everyone's waiting on the girl with the magic runes." He traced a vague shape in the air with a slender finger as he finished, his eyes mocking once again.
Clary stood, rooted to the spot and after a moment Sebastian made an impatient noise and spoke again
"You can come with me, or I can drag you kicking and screaming down this hallway address you myself. And you wont like that" His grin was wicked, eyes sparking with black flames. "But I just might."
His sultry tones awoke a sense of foreboding in Clary and she focused on him for the first time in what felt like hours. She studied his face and knew he was not lying. She remembered how he had been that night, his hands on her, his lips against hers. Half demented with passion he had been unreachable. She reluctantly moved forward, indicating her compliance and as she moved she thought she saw a fleeting flicker of disappointment across his sharpened features. And then it was gone, as quickly as it had materialized. He stepped forward, taking the lead and moving with the natural grace of a shadowhunter. Clary hurried along behind him, her feet moving rapidly to keep up with Sebastian's long paces.
Sebastian turned abruptly and navigated through the maze of passageways with the air of someone who had done it a does times before. Clary wondered inwardly how long he had been here, and why he was being protected by the enclave. Outwardly however, she had more pressing questions.
"Why am I here, Sebastian? If the enclave wanted a meeting they could have arranged one. What are you even doing here, you belong in a cell in the Silent City."
Sebastian simply laughed, his voice echoing back to her from where he walked, a few steps ahead. The noise has ghostly quality in the empty old passageways and sent a chill down her spine and as he spoke she shuddered under the thin nightdress.
"The enclave could hardly call a meeting for what they intend to use you for. and as for the silent city, well I'm just far to valuable to be locked away in some dingy old cellar with only old zombies for company." At his his stopped abruptly, and Clary proceeded to walk into his back and stumble backwards and onto the floor. Sebastian made an irritated noise and turned to face her.
"Really Clary, at my feet twice in ten minutes, this is getting ridiculous. Perhaps we shall have to do something about it." His eyes sparked as his hand flitted out towards her, outstretched towards her. She scowled the gesture and scrambled to her feet unaided. Sebastian rolled his eyes and turned back to the door at which he had stopped. It was much the same as all others, a plain wooden handle and mahogany detail etched into the door. Sebastian wrapped his hand around the handle and Clary saw with Morgenstern ring glint around his thin finger. Instinctively she brought her hand up to her own neck, where her own ring dangled, a gift from Jace. Her fingers sought out the comforting metal but found nothing but her own cold flesh. It had gone, her only tie to the world back home, with its familiar noise and the light of manhattan. The door swung open under Sebastian's hand and he stepped back, his arm outstretched gracefully, indicating her to enter. She quelled her tears and feeling of uncertainty and moved forward, too curious to be cautious, into the room. As she stepped into the room she gasped in suprise.
This was certainly not what she had expected...

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