You guys are killin' me here. Safe her! Don't safe her!/ *sigh*/Oh, well.

BTW, the jaceisabadass and other random facts are linebreakers...sorry if that was confusing.

NPOV

To a passing person, the lovely redhead would be talking words of fear to the beautiful, yet high boy. Nothing to worry about. Just a lover's quarrel.

What about when the man pulls out a gun, and grabs her fiery red hair, straight as a pencil instead of wildly curly like it used to, and drags her into the shadows?

Do you fight with your lover like that?

CPOV

Fear.

Anger.

Sadness.

Regret.

Jace.

Help me.

10 Minutes Earlier...

"Magnus! I swear to the fuckin' God almighty, if you don't fuckin' let me out of this bed..!"

Jace was struggling against the annoying as hell resistance charm Magnus had put on him, permitting him to remain in the bed.

Magnus was laughing at his friend's face, red and furious. After walking into his crush's heavy duty makeout session, Magnus had been itching for a chance to unleash his rage on someone.

"Dammit, Magnus! I have to piss!"

Magnus doubled over, still cackling.

An average, stocky built man with dancing blue eyes and a mop of messy brown hair rolled his eyes at the warlock. "Dude, let Jace go before he pisses himself."

Magnus shrugged. "Since when did you stick up for him?"

Jace, his legs clasped tightly together, rolled his eyes. "Since he became a whipped kissass, because of a certain nurse."

Luke pursed his lips thoughtfully, cocking an eyebrow at the blond. "No, I can't for the life of me imagine why Kaelie would want to end things with you."

Magnus snorted, snapping his fingers together, which increased the pressure on Jace's stomach.

"Holymotherfuckin'cockblockin'SHIT!" Jace flailed his arms around, his pupils dilated.

Luke was on the floor in only a matter of seconds, choking on his laughter.

Magnus only smirked, pulling out his rainbow colored iPhone, and before Jace could yell, snapped pictures of the writhering boy.

"Simon will kill me if I let you out of here without some pictures..." Magnus winked a glittery eye at him.

"I'll kill you if you don't let me out of here without pissing myself..." Jace's voice was a growl.

Luke smiled at him. "Touchy touchy," he said in a sing song voice. "Is somone in a bad mood?"

Jace bared his teeth in a snarl. "You mangy son of a-" He was cut off by the shrill music of his ringtone.

"I just wanna fuck every girl in the world..."

...Sending Luke back to the floor.

"Magnus," Jace managed to say through gritted teeth, ignoring Luke's obnoxious barks of laughter. "Give me my damn phone, would you?"

Magnus stuck his hand into one of the many pockets of Jace's black duster, his expression amused.

Jace gave an annoyed sigh. Honestly, he was used to him messing with his ringtones. At least it wasn't Katy Perry's 'You're so gay'.

He'd been having sex with some vampire in a closet, and Magnus had called him, and it'd blared out, leaving Jace with a raging hard on and scraps of denim.

Pulling out Jace's plain black iPhone, Magnus's other hand went into another pocket, nostrils flaring.

Jace caught the phone deftly, flipping it open without bothering to look at caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Dammit," he muttered, flinging the phone at Luke. "Missed call," he grumbled in answer to Luke's questioning look.

"What the mother fu-" Magnus pulled his hand out of Jace's breast pocket, a used bottle of lube dangling from his slender fingers.

He glanced at Jace with a cocked eyebrow. "Kaelie not good enough?"

"Hey, Jace." Luke's calm voice cut him off before he could come up with a snappy retort. "You remember Madame Dorothea?"

Magnus snorted, pulling a snickers bar out of Jace's jacket. "Yeah." Jace shot Magnus a dirty look. "Crazy old lady at the carnival."

Luke nodded and raised the phone to his ear.

"Magnus. Let. Me out. Of this. Fuckin'. Bed. NOW!"

Muttering about drama queens under his breath, Magnus snapped his fingers, and Jace was flying to the bathroom before Magnus had finished snapping.

Meanwhile...

Pain. So much pain.

The only noises she hears are of his pants and thrusts.

And his disgusted howl when he backhanded her, causing her to fall against the brickwall.

"You aren't a fuckin' virgin!" He screamed, kicking her and fingering her.

"You whore."

Then he collapsed on top of her, sliding roughly in to her.

JPOV

"Jace."

Jace walked back into his room, only to be met with Luke's worried blue eyes, and Magnus's disinterested catlike ones.

"What happened?"

He glanced at them, back and forth.

Not saying anything, Luke silently handed Jace his phone, to listen to his voicemail.

Madame Dorothea's gravelly voice was solemn, as if someone had just told her that her puppy had died.

"You're too late."

Crazy bitch say what?

Okay, don't be mad that she wasn't saved. More drama and angst. Also, it turns out she isn't a virgin...

WTF, right?

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