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Clary POV

Clary didn't fall asleep that night. Images danced behind her firmly shut eyes, Jonathan's black eyes no longer ringed with silver and his white, ivory hair plastered to his forehead as he pounded into her. Clary squeezed her eyes tighter as she screamed long and loud. She was unsure of why she did it but she called for her demonic brother.

With a horrendous squeal the door fluttered open and flew into the wall with a deafening crack. Jonathan stood where the door once was, since it was now hanging off it's hinges leaning on the wall. "You screamed, sister dearest?" he muttered in a dangerously low voice. Clary was now sitting up on the bed, gazing with glazed over eyes at her brother who had the pleasant appearance of a fallen angel.

She beckoned him forward with her index finger, his eyes followed her finger and met her eyes uncertainty glistened in his usually watery eyes. But reluctantly he made his way over to his little sister and slumped into her body, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Clary brought her hand up to his fine silkly hair and intertwined her long fingers in his sleep mussed hair. She could feel his tears damp in the hollow of her collarbone. Jonathan Morgenstern did not cry this had to be one of his acts to get her to feel sorry for him.

"Look what you've done Jonathan. You've finally broken me." Clary spoke with a razor sharp edge to her tone. He whimpered something that sounded a lot like no. "No?" she questioned adding more jibe to her tone. "Look at me." she sighed in a breathy voice.

"I said look at me!" she snarled maliciously. He didn't move. Clary removed her hand from his silky hair to run down the front of his chest, suddenly she pushed as hard as she could against his chest so he stumbled back through the empty doorframe. His eyes were black with misery, guilt and regret then they jittered to her bloated stomach and widened in shock.

Jonathan POV

There my little sister stood, a fire ignited in her burning emerald green eyes and a large bulge where her flat smooth stomach should be. "Impossible. " He stated simply but he knew it was a lie. How did her stomach get so- ah his demon blood was reacting with her angel blood to increase the growth of his unborn child.

At the thought a large smile spread across his face then with a sudden crack Clary's hand had whipped his head to the side with a large slap. He picked up his pregnant partner and spun her round the room shock shining brightly on her beautiful features turning to a reluctant smile.

Jonathan brought his sister's spinning to a stop so he could press his ear against her stomach, a loud promising thundering echoed around the cavities of her womb.

Clary's smile beamed down on him warming him with it's radiance as she brought his face up to hers. Her beautiful lips that had been upturned in the corners twisted to form a violent scowl. "You may be her father, but she will never love you!"

Tears once again stung his eyes but he held himself together leaned forward to Clary's ear and whispered. "But I'm all she'll have and ever know."

"No she'll have me!"

"Will she now, Clary? After that little confession, what make you think you'll ever get to met your daughter?"

Jonathan's eyes glittered with a blissful happiness as he left Clary and his unborn baby girl in the room with the torn door. Finally I'm not alone.

Clary POV

Shit, shit, shit, what have I done? At the rate this baby was developing she could be born next week! Clary backed up until she could feel her bed behind her knees, she sat down slowly as an idea popped into her head. Clary jumped back up with a sudden burst of energy and sped towards her wardrobe, she flumg the door open to find just what she was looking for a clothes hanger.

The day had progressed slowly for Clary she decided to wait till the night when Jonathan was less nervous about Clary trying to escape his clutches. The night had brought the cover Clary had been waiting for, she twisted the hook so she would have easier access to the life form growing inside her. She spread her legs wide and pulled her underwear down to her knees, she lowered the misshapen clothes hanger to her enterance.

Jonathan POV

The taste of red wine danced on Jonathan's tongue as he savored the last mouthful of his glass of wine a celebration of sorts to not being alone anymore. As he swallowed he got to his feet to check on his new family before he went to bed. The door was still of it's hinges offering little to no privacy to it's occupants.

Before Jonathan made it into the large room a loud scream of agony echoed off the walls of his large apartment. Without thinking he raced away towards the source of the cry, Clary had her back to him but he could see what she was doing.

"No!" he yelled in protest as he flung the small girl across the blood red room, the bloody clothes hanger glistening in the dimness of the room. "YOU BITCH! WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU TRY AND DESTROY MY ONE CHANCE OF HAPPINESS, REDEMPTION! " Jonathan's pale skin now had a light flush along his cheek bones and his white hair hung loosely in his face.

He padded bare-foot over to the shaking girl in the furthest corner in the bedroom, he leaned forward to rest his head on her stomach. Jonathan sighed in relief at the thundering heartbeat of his daughter's heart. "It's going to take more than that to kill my daughter!" he snarled and grabbed his sister's hand to drag her to his room.

He clasped the brass door handle in his free and and turned it sharply. He flung his little sister onto his large king sized bed and climbed on top of her now, large frame. She struggled underneath his muscular body, he leant over her head to grab the stele resting on his bedside table, immobility.

Jonathan lay back down against his soft pillows and sheets, his daughter was now safe from the her biggest threat to her existence, her mother.