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I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder and I lost my balance toppling over.

"Well hello there." Aline's venomous voice. "I don't think we've met." I rubbed my shoulder tentatively. It was sore, but I'd had worse. They hadn't seen me, and they didn't seem to have noticed the change in voice. I stood up and resumed my place behind the table glad of the distraction. Even if seeing the way Aline was looking at Jace set my insides on fire.

"So, you're one of Isabelle's friends?" Alec asked. He seemed unsure, seemed to think that this maybe wasn't the kind of girl Izzy usually made friends. Izzy snorted in a very unladylike manner.

"God no!"

"Oh Isabelle I'm hurt. Why don't you go find that little red headed freak you're so fond of, I bet she's dying for some company, aren't you like, her only friend?" Izzy stood up to her full height. She was scary when she was angry and apparently Aline talking about me like that had made her so. She was always overly protective.

"Maybe so but that's only because everybody in this God-forsaken place is so insufferable making friends with an angry python is easier. She'd fit in with my friends from home. Country girls have class." Izzy turned to Jace, "enjoy her." She headed into my direction leaving Jace staring with a bedazzled expression. I stifled a laugh and as soon as Jace had averted his gaze, I came out of my hiding place to meet her. "You owe me."

-LINE-

In the far left side of the ballroom was a door. The door lead to the rest of the house, but beyond that door was a small dark hallway and it was there that Clary had taken refuge. She was tucking in to a plate of fancy and probably ridiculously dear food. Oh how rich people loved to throw away their dosh.

"Mind if I join you?" She was so absorbed in her own thoughts she didn't notice someone else in the room with her. It was so dark that all she could make out was an outline but she'd know that voice anywhere.

"Guess who?" He tried to disguise his voice as he covered my eyes with his hands but I knew his voice. Even with an awful, thick Australian accent.

"Bugger off Jace!" I pulled his hands from my face and turned around to face him. He never ceased to take my breath away, his face, his body, just him. And it really wasn't healthy.

"How did you know it was me?"

"It's always you! Plus you've done it so much I know your voice, and you're running out of accents. All you have to do is mix it up a bit, maybe get Seb or Maggie to do it a couple of times, really confuse me, then bob's your uncle."

"You're truly barmy."

I had gotten to know his voice with its multiples of terribly put on accents so of course I knew his real voice.

"Sure." He moved to sit on the cabinet beside me, he was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his skin, but I still couldn't make out his face. As disappointed as I was, I was also a touch relived. My secret wouldn't be coming out just yet. "So, hiding from the masses?"

"What makes you think I'm the kind of guy that attracts the masses?"

"You're voice," I replied. "You know it's all like cocky and sure."

"I said one sentence! I asked if I could come in! I was being polite!" He exclaimed. His voice didn't sound offended, surprised and a little amused maybe, but not offended. As if I could affect his ego in anyway.

"Yea but it was the way you said it, you were all like 'mind if I join you?'" I put on a very fake macho voice that didn't even sound remotely similar to how he sounded. Silence followed for a few seconds before he burst out laughing. I joined in, I'm pretty sure I must of sounded ridiculous.

"As much as I'd like to hear you do that again I think we should move forward. I am, if you must know, actually avoiding the masses. Two of them in particular, I take it you know Kaelie and Aline?" I giggled at the sound of his voice and I couldn't deny I was just a little bit happy at the tone of his voice; he sounded disgusted.

"I feel so sorry for you. Of course she'd be on you as soon as she saw your face, and she's not the nicest person in the world." I laughed at the irony of it.

"What did you say?" He asked, his voice was startled, confused, it took my mind a while to clock what I had said that was wrong.

"I mean- I- I just as-sumed. You said you were fighting off the masses!" My voice was so defensive I'd have been surprised if a monkey didn't find me suspicious. Jace's hand reached out to touch my face, he fingered the curls on the side of my head.

"Who are you?" I was like a deer caught in headlights. I didn't know what to say. Tears pricked my eyes and I wondered where all the courage I had at confronting him earlier had run off to.

"I'm nobody. Just forget I existed." I got up towards the exit and he grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Then what's so familiar about you, how do I know you?" Before I had the chance to pull away the door behind me opened flooding the small room with light.

"Miss Morgenstern, your father needs you on stage." I looked away from Jace and rubbed furiously at my eyes banishing away the tears. The cat was out of the bag, there was no going back now.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

-LINE-

It turns out my father, being the host, just wanted to make a speech and of course wanted his family behind him to promote a good image: loyal obedient wife, handsome strong son, and pretty little unspoken daughter. It was a shame I was far from perfect.

I kept my eyes averted from the hundreds of guests my father was greeting. The others had to know by now also, and I didn't want to risk meeting their gaze. I was trying to hold myself together, I know Jace said that he wanted to see me again at the party but that was when he thought I was 'Jon'. Would it change so much if he knew I was a girl? He said he didn't mind gay guys, so it couldn't be the, let's not lie to ourselves now, obvious attraction I felt towards him. I know that he'd been sexist but I thought he was coming around. He told me it was just something he grew up with. Jesus, now I was kidding myself to think he might think I'd be worth his time. I'm every guy's worse nightmare.

"I'd like to invite my son up here to say a few words." My father gestured towards him proudly.

"Thank you father. I think I can speak for everyone when I say that this party has been thoroughly enjoyable; another success on my father's part. I'd also like to thank you all for honouring us with your presence, really thank you so much. My mother of course was also greatly involved in the planning of this party, and she has indeed done a wonderful job. And my sister, well, I must say it's nice to see her wearing something slightly more appropriate than holey jeans and converse." He paused as the audience as a collective chuckled. I lowered my head in embarrassment and folded my arms across my chest. I probably looked like a sulking child. "So make the most of the rest of the party, I believe the dance floor is about to open so make the most of it." With that he finished his speech and sat down again.

My father stood, setting an example by taking my mother's hand and leading her to the dance floor. I took this as queue to vacate my seat but Jonathan remained there. As soon as I left the stage I felt a force pull at my arm.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. He pushed me angrily into a wall.

"So what was it then? Pretty little rich girl doesn't get enough excitement in her life? She needs to dress as a little boy and go and get herself nearly killed. As well as that she feels the need to put her 'friends' in danger too?" His nose was literally a centimetre away from me and I couldn't breathe properly. Anger welled up inside me. How dare he! This time it was I that grabbed his arm and pulled him away. I pulled him back into the dark hallway and then through the next door so that we stood in the grand hallway of my home.

"How dare you! You don't know a thing about my life! How dare you pretend like you have me all figured out! Haven't you noticed that now I'm a girl all the respect you had before has just vanished?" I shoved him hard and he stumbled back. He righted himself and came even closer. I didn't even think that was possible.

"At least now I know why you were so opinionated. It wasn't your sister, it was you!" His eye glared down at mine, and I glared right back. I wouldn't have been surprised if a lightning bolt appeared between us like it does in anime; that would at least diffuse the tension.

Then all of a sudden his lips were on mine. Crashing hard and hot against me. I reached out to pull him closer and his arms went around my waist. He pushed me into a nearby wall sending a vase tumbling to the ground. It didn't matter about the noise; everyone was having fun at the party. His hands moved down from my waist to my hips lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him in even closer. My hands were in his hair and his lips were everywhere.

My lips, across my cheeks, down my neck, nibbling the soft skin behind my ear. He placed small kisses across my collarbone before reclaiming my mouth. His tongue darted out and my mouth opened, letting him in. I reached out to the buttons on his shirt and undid them hastily. After several failed attempts at the last button a simple tore the shirt away from him. I let my hands explore his chest taking in the vast amounts of muscle and toned skin there. My mouth soon followed my hands and Jace fingered the bottom of my skirt. It had risen up when Jace had lifted me up and it seemed now Jace wanted it up further. He ran his hands under the dress and slid it up over my head. He threw it across to the other side of the room without a seconds thought and continued his relentless pursuit of my lips.

His hands too now had more room to explore and they made the most of it. His hands ran over her shoulders, fanned over her belly before travelling upwards. I lowered my hands from his chest to the flies on his jeans. He undid the button and was lowering the zip when a loud clash caused Jace to nearly drop me.

I dragged my face away from his with great regret and looked around confused. There was no change to the room around them. It was still dark, they were still alone. The only sign of them being thee was the smashed vase.

It was then that the screaming started.

Screams of hundreds of people filled the air and it was then that I realised the disaster wasn't where I was, but back out of the party.

I scrambled down and away from Jace, pulling my dress on over my head. He quickly did the button on his shirt before reaching into his pocket for a seraph.

"Do you have a spare?"

"Oh no, you stay here." I screamed frustrated.

"And you're honestly surprised I didn't tell you the truth? Tell me if I was still 'Jon' would you think twice before handing me that seraph?" He looked torn, his face remarkably unreadable.

"Fine." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a second seraph. "Be careful." I nodded taking the blade and following him back into the ballroom. It was worse than I expected, over twenty demons were scattered around the room. I could see Alec, and Mag and Seb fighting, but all the aristocrat males had run off, my father included. Some people couldn't escape as they were being bore down on by the demon, and with one final look at me, Jace disappeared into the throng.

I followed.

Okay, so now that is officially the longest chapter I have ever written. I'd like to personally thank BAmbi Magenta ANn for her review. It was ace; you made me feel all bubbly inside.

Now for the important stuff. I recently convinced my friend to join FanFiction and she's pretty new at the whole thing. The only fic she has up at the moment is a Vampire Diaries one and she's a tad bummed that the only review she's got has been from me, so I was hoping that if any of you who are reading this like Vampire Diaries you could go to her story and review it, give her a confidence boost. It's called 'The Salvatore Brothers' by Destinymewtwo. As a thanks I'll give a preview of the next chapter to anyone who does!

The other favour I need is for me. I recently got an account on fiction press and I have some chapters of an original story to post but unfortunately I cannot think of a name for it. So I've set up a competition on deviant art and the winner stands a chance at winning a free commission and a prompted one-shot. If you're interested pop over to destinymewtwo(dot)deviantart(dot)com/journal/Name-it-and-win-277800214 to find out more. You'd really be doing me a favour.

Also, let me know if this chapter isn't quite up to scratch. Usually when I'm writing I try to hold back my English-y phrases cause I'm not sure how many of my readers are American or anything else, and I'm also not sure what words and phrases other places don't use that English do, and I think I may have used a few in this chapter so if you have any queries please ask away.

Sorry about the insane AN, not sure when the next chapter will be, but probs not too long as this is my favourite of all my FF's. Please R&R.

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