Chapter 16:

Clary jolted awake, she didn't feel like herself. Not at all. She twisted her neck around, and knew this room anywhere. The fancy decoration, the clothes strewn on the floor.

Sebastian.

Clary was matted with sweat and her hair pasted to her temples. She could barely breathe.

No.

She was gasping for air.

"Help." She said as she clawed at her throat and rolled off the bed, dropping to the floor in a loud thud.

"Clarissa?" Clary heard Sebastian's voice, but usually she would find it quite intimidating, but instead to sounded like family.

She felt Sebastian's strong arms pull her up and sit her back down on the bed. He knelt in front of her, a grin spreading from ear to ear. Clary could breathe again.

"Your mine. Your finally mine, together, Clarissa, we can do anything. We can be anything. Our descendants will rule this corrupt world and make it into a perfect one, I tell you. No flaws, no mishaps, just angel and demon." He squeezed her palms tight, his midnight eyes getting even darker.

Descendants?

Clary didn't jerk back from him oddly. A part of her yearned to run, and most of her told herself to stay put. She wasn't herself.

"Look, Clarissa." Clary's eyes drifted down to see a knife at his palm. He sliced it slowly, deeply, letting his dark blood spill out. Clary felt a searing pain go through her hand, and she looked down.

Her blood wasn't red. It was black, and pooled out like magma. She held back the fear behind her eyes, she was afraid, but her body didn't react. Instead she stared at the cut instensly.

"We are now the same person Clarissa." His eyes... Glistened. It was the most emotion Clary had ever seen him have. "You are me, and I am you."

Sebastian set his down his hands on either side of her, gripping onto the sheets of the bed, his blood soaking into the dark sheets. He leaned closer to Clary.

Clary screamed inside to push him away, but instead she let him press his lips against hers.

Clary!

CLARY!

But her body wouldn't budge, Sebastian slid his hands up to her cheeks, standing up, causing Clary to fall back.

Don't.

Let.

Him.

Do.

This.

But her and Sebastian were still locked like twirling vines. Sebastian moved her arms around his neck.

"Ahem." Sebastian pulled away when he heard a woman's voice. Clary could breathe again, and she curled up into a ball as Sebastian moved away from her.

"We, have some business to attend to." Clary realized it was Lilith saying that, and Sebastian nodded, he was so polite to her, much too polite.

"Yes mother." He grabbed his black cloak and slipped it on, fastening his daggers and blades on his belt and walking out the large room with a noticeable smirk on his face.

Clary! Listen! Run!

But her body still stayed in a crouched position, her dark blood running down her leg, standing out against her pale skin.

She wanted to cry.

She wanted to scream.

And most of all, she wanted Jace.

But all she felt was a hollow soul in a small girls body.

Jace was already panting as he watched what was happening before his eyes. Simon ripping out Maureen's heart, faeries bodies strewn on the floor like pieces of clothing.

He didn't have any weapons, but it wasn't like he had to even fight. Everyone was too caught up in fighting other people, nobody even noticed him.

He saw Isabelle, lying on the ground, and he stepped over faeries, turning his head away from children that looked merely twelve.

Then he saw the circle of vampires, baring their fangs and hissing around Simon. He stayed put, making sure he didn't move to close to any of them. If any of them striked out at Simon, he would defend, but for now... He just watched.

"Erm... Wait... Since I killed Maureen doesn't that mean I'm clan leader?" Simon asked, his voice studdering uncontrollably. The vampires glared at each other like they'd just remembered something they had long forgotten.

"Well, yes, nerd boy." A slender, tall girl vampire stepped closer to Simon. Simon eyes twitched and he stepped back.

"So that means... You listen to whatever I say?" Simon inquired, crossing his arms over his chest. The vampires groaned, but they had to listen. It as they way they had to live.

"Yes." The girl grumbled, her brown hair matted with blood.

"Well then." Simon smiled slightly, "find an alive faerie and get it out of them to tell you where Clary is."

The vampires all glared, then turned around, shoving pass Jace. Jace was surprised, never would he think Simon would have such authority over anyone. Ever.

"Well done, bloodsucker." Jace chimed, then knelt down next to Isabelle.

Simon ignored Jace's comment, cradling Isabelle in his arms.

"Wake up. Wake up izzy, please."
Simon shook her a little, and Isabelle's eyes slowly opened.

"Simon?" She reached a hand out to touch his face. Simon smiled, and brought her up slowly. Joyous relief spread through as Isabelle looked around, a bewildered look on her face. Isabelle rested her head on the crook of Simons neck. Simon knitted his eyebrows, never had he seen Isabelle show fear.

"Simon- I meant Master. There was only a couple faeries alive, barely breathing. Only one has survived so far." A blond haired, young looking vampire stated as two other vampires brought in a girl by her arms. Her pale pink hair falling in her face.

"Speak." The blond vampire ordered. The girl flipped her hair out of her face, and she was young, probably about fifteen. Tears were streaming down her face.

"I ne-never wanted to be.. Be apart of this." She choked out.

"Tell me where Clarissa is and I will set you free." Simon demanded, and she just shook her head.

"Don't set me free, after I tell you, kill me. Please... I have no one left." The girl cried out. Simon felt a twinge of hurt for her, then he set back his face. "She's in... They're in..." The girl paused.

"Florida."

sorry I haven't wrote in a while! Homework and stuff, but comment and tell me if you like! :D