AN: Last chapter, the Irish diolouge was pretty rasist and sterotypical, so Erik will talk normally now. Sorry to anyone that was offended

CHAPTER 10

***CLARY***

Everyone was sitting at the breakfast table, Clary between Izzy and Erik, while Jonathan was glaring daggers at Erik. Clary was focusing on her food when Jonathan said, "How was the lepracaun in bed, sister?"

Clary's eyes widened, "We didn't... do that!"

Her brother snorted, "Right"

"Did you sleep in Erik's bed, Clarissa?", her father asked with a straight face. Clary and Erik explained what had happened, Clyde's face growing paler every second. By the end, everyone at the table was glaring murderously at Clyde.

"Do you have proof that that happened?", Clyde demanded.

"I saw you in the hallway with your pants around your ankles this morning", Joanathan said.

"Jonathan, come", Valentine said, "We have some trash that needs taking out"

They stood and grabbed Clyde by his arms, roughly dragging him from the room. Almost ten minutes later, they came back, Joanthan wearing a satisfied smirk. Clary didn't want to know what they had done to him.

"So", Valentine started, "Have you girls made your decisions yet?", he asked Izzy and Clary.

"I want Clarissa, father", Jonathan blurted.

"What? That's disgusting!", Izzy exlaimed.

"Well that settles that", he said nonchalantly.

"What!? What happened to me having a choice!?", Clary demanded.

"It would purify the bloodline anyways", Valentine said.

"No", she said defiantly.

"Exuse me?"

"No. I am not marrying my own brother"

'Clarissa. You no longer have a choice. In fact, Isabelle and Alec-"

Izzy jumped up and ran to the bathroom, hurling her guts out. Clary glared at Valentine as Izzy came back, drinking some water and looking pale.

"I choose Michael", Izzy blurted. In a rare moment where he showed some emotion, Michael beamed and nodded at Valentine.

"Alright then. Clar-"

"I choose Erik", she said, glaring defiantly at Jonathan. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back. Erik did the same, his hand going to Clary's shoulder. Valentine sighed,

"Clarissa, you will marry Jonathan and that is that. Don't make me do something I'll regret"

Clary's shoulders slumped as she realized that she would't win this fight, "Fiiiiiiiine", she said overly dramatic. Standing, she left the room. Izzy followed.

As soon as Clary shut the door to her room, she was pinned against the wall with Isabelle's lips against her own. Her hands went to her lover's waist as Isabelle pushed her fingers into Clary's red hair. After a few moments, she pulled back, "Finnaly. I thought they would never shut up"

Clary giggled and pulled her back down as their cloths flew off. After Clary drew a silencing rune on the locked door, they tumbled into bed, hands and mouths roaming. Izzy moved down Clary's body and slipped a finger into her. Clary gasped as Izzy worked, moaning her name. Before Clary could finish, Isabelle came up and straddled Clary's leg, grinding their cores together. Clary whimpered as Izzy pinned her hands over her head, furiously grinding. Clary hooked a leg over her waist to pull her closer, "I love you", she gasped, "I love you so much"

"I love you... too! No matter what, I swear to- FUCK!", she screamed.

"I-I'm gonna- ISABELLE!"

"CLARY! CLARY! CLARY!", Izzy chanted though her orgasmas it ripped though her. She collasped beside Clary and they kissed softly.