Ok. Thanks for everyone who reviewed. And, because I totally forgot to mention this:
Isabelle is human. But she knows how to kick ass.
Maia is human...for now.
Luke is engaged...Poor Maia.
And Magnus is hell bent on making Alec's life miserable.
JPOV
Jace frowned at Luke. "Dude," he compained. "The cryptic bitch's giving me a frickin' headache. You know who she's talking about?"
Luke shrugged, his eyebrows crinkled. "No. Maybe she's looking too far ahead, ya know?"
Magnus pulled a tube of Kaelie's lip stick out of one of Jace's pockets, along with a few condom wrappers.
"MAGNUS!" Jace exploded. "Could you please drop the damn jacket and pay attention!"
The warlock scowled, but hung the coat back on the coat hanger. "Dorothea has a habit of being either too early, or too late," he muttered. "I'd suggest you forget about it Jace. She's nothing but a hedgewitch. A fake. She nows nothing."
CPOV
Clary walked at a painfully slow pace up her apartment steps. Her building had no elevator, one of the reasons why she thought it had character. Now she mentally cursed it for the ache between her legs.
Another reason was the view of the beautiful river and bridge, giving her the perfect view of sunset and sunrise.
Now all she could focus on was to lift her feet correctly.
The pain was..unbearable. He hadn't taken her virginity, according to him she was a cheap, common slut.
She frowned to herself. She never remembered having her virginity being taken away.
Clary swallowed loudly, swinging her door open. Unlocked. She'd stopped bothering to lock her doors, because Sebastian would always get in anyway.
Clary sighed heavily, glancing in the hall mirror. Hideous. Sebastian had slapped the makeup off her, leaving her bare and bruised.
Hideous.
Jace would think she was ugly, with or without the makeup.
Hideous.
Kaelie was so beautiful. She'd probably ruined the perfect relationship.
Hideous.
Wait, what? Clary shook her head, scolding herself. Why the hell was she worrying about what Jace thought? He was arrogant, rude, and obviously didn't of girls more than just a quick fuck.
Clary sighed to herself, sliding down her hall wall and drawing her knees up to her chest. She had work in twenty minutes. But she didn't really feel like going.
She felt like curling up on her couch and eating ice cream and brownies. And anything else that'd give her a heart attack.
Clary rubbed her face absentmindedly. Maybe she'd call in sick. Or just tell them she was going out of town for awhile. Or forever, it depended on whether or not Sebastian would ever die of an overdose of heroin.
She was saved from her thoughts, however, by the persistent sound of her phone buzzing. Maia.
Clary's hand hovered hesitantly over the 'Ignore' button, but Maia might decide to come over. Clary groaned in exasperation, before pounding 'Speaker Phone'.
"Hey, girlfriend," Maia's voice crackled with electricity. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"Well, you want the good news, or bad?"
"Good."
"You don't have to go to the hospital this morning."
Clary smiled weakly. "Great. What's the bad news?"
"..."
...
"Oh, HELL no."
"Please, Clary. PLEASE?"
Clary groaned. "Fine. But I'd better get a fuckin' raise for this."
She hung up on Maia's squealing, and massaged her forehead. Jace was going to be released. But he still had some problems with his hips and legs, so she was going to have to move in with him until he got better.
But what if he wanted what she couldn't give him?
Clary gulped, burying her face inher hands. Shit, she was screwed.
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Back At Isabelle and Maia's Apartment
Maia hung up after she realized Clary had cut her off in the middle of her celebrating. Isabelle was watching her carefully. "What'd she say?"
Maia rolled her eyes. "A typical Clary Answer: Hell no."
Isabelle rolled her eyes, flopping down on her stomach. "I wonder what her problem is," she said thoughtfully. "She's seemed...distant, lately."
Maia nodded. "She needs to live a little."
Isabelle snorted and waggled her eyebrows at her friend. "You think Jace will teach her how to have some fun?"
Maia shook her head. "If he hurts her in any way, I swear to God he's going to be put back in the hospital."
Isabelle shook her head, grinning. "Whatever, Maia."
Maia grinned cheekily at her. "You know I would. Hey," she frowned. "Did you get the mail?"
Isabelle shook her head. "You're expecting mail, you're getting it."
Maia exhaled heavily, standing up. "You're lucky you're the one paying the rent," she muttered.
Going out at night, it didn't matter if it was right outside her apartment, freaked Maia out. Several different scenarios would run through her head every time she'd go out.
LOCAL GIRL KIDNAPPED: LAST SPOTTED BY HER MAILBOX or GIRL RAPED AND MURDERED...RAPIST NOT FOUND.
Seriously, Maia thought, shuddering. Izzy makes me watch way too much CSI.
The night air was cool and crisp, a slap in the face for Maia, who's apartment was heated and toasty.
She shuddered to herself, pulling up the mailbox's lid.
"Hmm." Maia pulled out a stack of cards flipping through. "Isabelle...Isabelle..Taxes...Electric Bill...Isabelle...Isabelle..." She sighed, dumping the stack back in the mailbox. "I guess there's no mail today."
"Now," a familiar voice taunted behind her. "That wasn't very nice."
Maia gasped, and spun around. "Elliott?"
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Clary smeared some concealer over her cheekbones and nose, wincing every so often whenever she'd hit exposed flesh.
She was getting dressed to go to Jace's house, which turned out to be some abandoned church.
Clary hummed quietly to herself, only stopping at the sound of her cell buzzing, vibrating from where it lied on the counter.
She frowned and picked up her cell curiously; The number was blocked.
"Hello?" She asked carefully.
"Ah, Clary," the voice on the other end drawled. "Ectastic to hear from me, I'm sure."
Clary rolled her eyes, smiling. "You got my number. Tsk. Somebody doesn't know how to play hard to get."
She could practically see him rolling his eyes. "I don't need to. Girls throw themselves at me either way. I mean, aren't you moving in? You never struck me as the type to put out right after the first date."
Clary rolled her eyes again. "A sponge bath doesn't count as a date, Jace."
"So you do want to go out with me?"
"I never-"
"Why, Clarissa...If you insist, I'll take you out Friday night. Shouldn't be much of a problem, you living with me, doing my laundry, cooking for me-"
Clary hung up on him.
Staring at her phone in bafflement, her mouth fell open. "What the hell just happened?"
No, he couldn't have just asked her out...
Right?
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Jace smirked to himself, flipping his phone shut. He positively adored making Clary flustered.
Magnus lookied up from the bottle of lube he'd pulled out of Jace's breast pocket. "Shadowhunter," he murmured, flipping the lube over. "Have you ever actually used-"
"No."
"Alright then." Magnus slipping the bottle into his rainbow streaked peacoat, looking pleased with himself.
"Clary's moving in with us," Jace informed Luke, who rolled his eyes. "I know, Jace," he muttered through gritted teeth. "I was there."
Jace smiled sweetly at him, making Luke recoil. Whenever Jace smiled like that, it was smart to run like hell and hide. "Go tell Clary's friend, Maia. And see if she wants to move in with us, too."
"No."
"She'll be lonely."
"NO."
"Why not?"
"You know why, you dickhead."
Magnus looked up from the chocolate bar he was eating, taken from Jace's coat. "Jocelyn would flip her shit if she found out that Luke had a crush on someone else, and that crush was living in his house."
Luke scowled at him. "Thanks for that, Captain Obvious."
Jace snorted. "I don't get it," he said, leaning over and snatching his jacket out of Magnus's wondering hands, and sticking it behind his bed. "Why can't you just pick your own mate?"
Luke frowned and shrugged. "I don't know. It's always been like that." He shrugged.
Magnus gave a shudder. "That's nasty, man," he told Luke. "Jocelyn's old enough to be your mother."
Jace nodded. "She looks familiar, though." He frowned. "Does she have kids?"
Luke stared at him in horror.
Magnus busted out laughing. "Dude," he snickered. "Luke's not that easy."
Luke rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Magnus."
Jace smirked. "You think Simon would be glad to hear that Isabelle and her friends'll be moving in with us."
Magnus grinned evilly. "Poor guy. He'll be popping boners 24/7."
Jace nodded, and frowned. "Where's Alec?"
Magnus noticeably stiffened, and looked away.
Luke shook his head at Jace.
Jace ignored the warning, and rolled his eyes. "Angel," he growled, throwing his pillow at Magnus. "What is it with you two?"
Magnus scowled at him. "What would you do if you walked in on your future boyfriend shoving his tongue down some wannabe slut's throat?"
Jace stared at him. "Uh," he scratched his wrist. "I don't know if you know this, but I don't have a boyfriend."
Luke raised an eyebrow, and Magnus shook his head. "You poor thing," he said sympathetically.
The door to Jace's room swung open, and Alec strode in, lipstick stains covering his cheek.
"Whussup?"
Magnus looked away pointedly.
Jace gave a cough. "Homo." He cleared his throat innocently.
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It was dark.
That was the first thought of Maia's when she regained conciousness. At first she was confused. How'd she get here-
She racked her memories, and froze.
Elliott.
What'd this mean? She'd always thought Elliott was crazy, she and the girls had joked about it all the time.
But surely he wouldn't kidnap her, right?
She opened her mouth to scream, only to realize Elliott had shoved a washcloth down her throat.
Phsyco.
Maia closed her eyes, not that it made much of a difference.
This is a dream, she pleaded to herself silently. You are asleep. None of this is real.
"Ah, Maia."
Shit.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart. Let me take a good look at those pretty little eyes."
Maia opened her eyes reluctantly, Elliott standing in front of her, grinning maniacally.
Jesus, she thought wryly. He could totally play off the Freddy Krueger look.
Elliott sneered at her. "Maia, Maia." He walked in a circle, around her. It was then that she realized she was hanging from the ceiling, her wrists bound tightly.
Elliott surveyed her. "What to do with you?" he murmured.
"Want me to help?"
Maia had heard the saying, And my heart stopped beating.
Her blood seemed to run cold, and she knew that the blood had probably left her face.
Jordan.
Flashback
"Jordan, I'm sorry!" Maia was pressed up against the side of the bed. "Please."
Her lips was cracked and bleeding, the side of her face bruised.
He was advancing on her, his dark eyes filled with hatred.
"You little bitch!" He yelled, swinging the empty beer bottle at her head. It shattered, the blood mixing with glass and tears.
"I told you not to eat that slice of pizza!" He brpught his foot down on her, smashing her kneecap. "You fat ass!"
"Jordan!"
His punches were relentless, his face curled in disgust. "You hideous, worthless piece of shit," he sneered. "You're nobody."
End Of Flashback
Maia felt nausea curl in her stomach, threatening to make its way up her throat.
He had flicked a switch, and she could see that he hadn't changed at all. Dark jeans hanging loosely around his narrow hips, dark shit that drew tight over his muscled chest, his dark curls tucking around his collar.
He was gorgeous. He was lickable.
Maia hated him.
He grinned widely at her. "Hey, Maia," he said in a sweet voice he'd used when they'd first started dating. The one that'd made her fall in love with him.
Now it made her want to gag.
Since her mouth had a cloth in it, she simply scowled at him.
Jordan gave a chuckle. "Ooh," he murmured. "We've got a fiesty one here, El."
Elliott cocked his head. "You think we should-"
Jordan nodded. "She'll be mine."
Maia felt her heart began to thump, and fear began crawling up her toes and through her stomach.
Elliott licked his lips. "Listen to that heartbeat," he whispered. In a flash, he was behing her, running his nose up and down her neck. "That pulse."
Maia gulped. What was going one?
Jordan moved so that he was in front of her, cupping her cheek fondly. "Shh, sweetie," he cooed. "It's gonna be fine."
Elliott walked around Maia so that he stood next to him. "Just fine."
Maia watched in horror, as his canines sharpened drastically, and slowly crept over his bottom lip.
She screamed against the rag in her mouth.
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This wasn't exactly what I meant to write...
If you didn't like it, bummer. I'm sorry for the wait, but I've been so TIRED lately.
Anyways, review and give me some votes:
Should Maia die or become a werewolf?
And there WILL be more Jonathon, Kaelie, and Sebastian.
