"What do you eat?" Jace called, knowing Clary was in the bathroom, doing whatever faeries had to do when they peed. It was a disturbing thought. He ignored that part of his head that was permanently rooming in the gutter, and shuffled through the cabinet. He was positive he didn't have fairy food. Well, at least he assumed he didn't. Perhaps faeries only ate fruit, or maybe vegetables. It seemed innocent enough.

"The souls of innocent virgins," Jace recognized the voice as Isabelle's. Jace whirled around, his mouth slack in surprise. He was surprised for two reasons, the first being her comment, the second being her sudden appearance. Clary and him had been alone for two days now, and she would leave to eat, only to return minutes later. He hadn't had any contact with the outside world. "Light faeries compensate for criminals though. Pansies."

Jace swallowed thickly, looking at Isabelle's proud smirk. Her arm was wrapped in gauze, and he noticed that she was disturbingly missing half a finger. It seemed to be healing itself though, he recognized the nail being too far low. "Ah," he squeaked. "We're fresh out of criminals."

Clary walked in, wiping her hands on her dress. She rolled her eyes at Isabelle. "She's merely kidding, Jace. We eat the same things as humans."

"Does it have to be organic?" he questioned, looking at his healthy stock of cereal, chips, bread, and soda.

"Preferably," she replied. "Unless you want me to have serious indigestion.

Jace sighed, setting his head against the door of the wooden cupboard. Being a CEO, he often had enough money to eat out every night. Clary, however, had said she wanted to have a two sided conversation. He couldn't talk without looking insane. "Time for a trip to the grocery."

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"What the hell is Smart Chicken?" Isabelle questioned, picking up the raw chicken. "Is there such thing as a stupid chicken, or for that matter, an intelligent chicken? It seems theoretically possible, but theories are bullshit. It doesn't even look like a freaking chicken either. It doesn't move, it doesn't have wings. It's pink, and looks squishy. It looks dangerous."

Jace grit his teeth in frustration. Isabelle had made side notes on almost everything in the store, saying Lay's definitely wouldn't get people laid, and that a Sprite was a type of creature, and liquid was definitely not a creature. It took everything he had in him not to scream shut up!

"I think they're saying that their chicken is a smart choice to make. However, it seems to be the most expensive thing here," Clary replied. "That is not smart for a person's bank account. Besides, Iz, that's what the meat of a chicken looks like."

Jace picked up the Smart Chicken and threw it into his cart with frustration. The two girls were quickly wearing on his nerves, and so far he only had apples, mangoes, tomatoes, spinach, ham, cheese, and chicken in his basket. Isabelle's comments about Sprite and Lay's had disgusted him too much for him to invest in the products.

He breezed passed the hamburger meat before Isabelle could say anything about cows definitely not being curly.

"Can we go?" Clary whined, "It's been thirty minutes of walking around!"

Jace felt tempted to pound his face against the shelves multiple times.

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He threw the groceries on the counter with exasperation. Isabelle had flitted off when he started yelling about how annoying they both been in his car. Clary looked at him with wide doe eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jace," she murmured. She placed a pale white hand on his bicep, her thumb moving in small circles. "We didn't mean to anger you."

Jace shook her hand off, moving silently to the cupboard to grab bread. He was determined to make her angry for making him annoyed, and if that meant childishly ignoring her, so be it.

He smeared the mustard on the bread frustratedly, his movements swift and ungraceful. He slapped cheese and ham on the bottom bread, forcing a top layer of bread to cover the cheese. He cut the apple rigidly, his teeth gritted. After that experience, he needed to be alone.

He pushed the plate towards Clary. She looked at him, biting her lip. Her expression was guilty, her hands fiddling with one another. She took the sandwich with a grateful thank you. He shook his head, storming out of the kitchen. He was too frustrated to eat.

Jace sat down in his computer chair. Perhaps now was the time to read about Dark Faeries.

If I were to ever put the fae into a box, it would be under the Dark category. The Light Faeries are too cheerful while the Dark show true emotions. Pain, grief, cruelty, greed, lust, sloth, etc. I personally enjoy the stories of Dark Faeries and their mischief.

Dark Faeries are the creators are sin. Now, with the Light Faeries section, I had said that some legends say they were the humankind that never sinned. And then I said that this was physically impossible. This is why.

See, logically, it seems likely. But, that's if we don't take the Dark Faeries into the story. So the Light Faeries don't sin - I disagree with that, too. But humans and Dark Faeries do sin. So what's the difference between a human and a Dark Fairy? A human murders, steals, commits adultery. So does a Dark Fairy! So what made a Dark Fairy, and what makes a human?

Okay, Light Faeries return memories. Who takes them? The Dark Faeries. Being turned to human would be the worst, really. We're naive, we don't have powers, we argue, we don't have common goals. We have poverty and wars. Now, given this, the Dark Faeries also have wars, but there is no poverty. Their goal is to take over the land completely, so they stand together. Being human would be the worst punishment. A Dark Fairy would be a Light Fairy that committed too many wrongs, to where they can't turn back.

So what about the good humans? The ones that don't murder, don't steal, and are completely faithful? They would be the Light Faeries whose memories were forgotten during the wars.

Now that we've sorted out how to turn into a Dark Fairy and human, let's discuss what the faeries' powers are.

They can remove memories, obviously, turning faeries into humans. They can also give memories back. They teleport, and body parts regenerate. They make humans and Light Faeries feel darker, sin more. So, they're pretty cool.

That's faeries in a nutshell!

Jace sat back with a long exhale. His head throbbed from the intake of information.

"You could've just asked me," Clary's voice said from behind him. Her tiny body was leaning over, squinting at the computer screen. Her body heat transferred to him by the closeness of her body.

Jace said nothing, his childish game of not responding continuing.

"Do you not trust me?" she asked. The question hit a little close to home. "You lied to me about having a fiance, you didn't believe I was real, you don't trust me when I say you don't want to know your past."

Jace said nothing once more, only pushing back his chair and walking away.

"Jace!" she called angrily. "You are such an asshole!"

He only smirked, knowing his silent treatment was finally getting her.

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Jace had cooked a proud dinner of pasta fagioli. It was one of his first homemade meals, and he had to admit, it tasted pretty damn good.

Clary picked at it, a soft frown wrinkling her face. She would pick up a spoonful, bring it to her face to smell it, then drop it back into the bowl.

Meanwhile, Jace was on his third bowl.

On his way back from placing his dish in the sink, Clary let out a long sigh. She pushed her bowl away, looking in Jace's eye. He sat down, placing his elbows on the table and propping himself up on his clasped hands.

"You're being extremely childish," she stated, leaning back in the wooden chair. "It's annoying." Jace said nothing and she rolled her eyes after a duration of five minutes. "Oh, right. You won't talk to me! Because apparently a genuine apology isn't enough. It was six hours ago, Jace. You're ridiculous."

She shoved her chair back, stomping out of the room. A door slammed in the distance, presumably the room Jace had given her last night. He pushed aside the guilt, determined to continue his game.

If he knew anything about himself, it was that he could hold a grudge.

He sighed, opening the dishwasher and placing both his and Clary's dishes in and leaving. It was only seven, but from the intake of information and the annoyance of the two girls, he was exhausted.

He took a quick shower, not bothering to wash his hair. He threw on clothes, not caring enough to see what they were. His mind later registered it was a matching set of pajamas for the winter season.

His body slammed against the bed, making the headboard creak and bump against the wall. He rubbed his hands across his face.

Jace was determined to have his memories back. After the article, it made the human world seem insignificant and pathetic. He didn't want that. He wanted powers and green pastures. He wanted to see the world like Clary did.

For that, he knew he had to have a Dark Fairy assist him. Clary had told him, the information he trusted the most. She won't help you to the Faerie Realms though.

Jace sighed, tossing over, bringing the sheets up to his neck. Even in a long-sleeved t-shirt and pajama pants, he still felt terribly cold. The fan was off, the room a comfortable seventy-five degrees, but something was missing.

Clary.

The door creaked open. He peered at the clock. He'd been thinking about how to convince Clary to the Faerie Realms for over an hour. It was now ten o'clock and he had a meeting at six in the morning. He needed his sleep.

As footsteps came closer, Jace closed his eyes, and made his breathing more regular.

A figure pulled the bed down as it sat at the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, Jace," Clary murmured. "I'm not used to being the guest to you. You were always one to me, you know. You were a stable boy, a dirty one at that. And I-God, I'm so stupid. I'm talking to someone sleeping." She sighed, laying down. Jace felt heat transfer to him, instantly warming his cold bones. Her slender arms wrapped around his waist, her hot breath fanning against his neck. "Goodnight, Jace," she murmured.

And his eyes slipped closed, a lullaby not needed to put him to sleep this time.

His dream was vivid, terribly vivid.

"Can we run, Jace?" Clary asked. Her breath fanned across his face, her minty breath cascading his face. "Now is the perfect time. Raphael is gone for the month and my sisters are both gone."

She was straddling him, her tiny body only wearing two pieces of undergarments. Her wedding was in less than two months, and she claimed she wanted to completely love him before they lost each other forever. He was completely stripped, but she didn't seem to be looking at his toned body, but his face.

"Clary, no," he murmured. "Raphael will always find us. Always. Don't you understand that. I love you, and I want you happy, but what you're asking for is impossible."

"If you love me, why don't you want me happy?" she asked, her voice cracking. "I'll never be happy, never. Not unless I'm with you."

Tears slipped down her cheeks. His heart clenched in guilt, his padded fingers reaching up to stroke her cheeks and wipe the tears away. "I do want you to be happy. And in the end, we'll both find a way to be happy, together. But we can't be happy forever if we run. It will only be temporary."

And so they kissed, swallowing the sadness. And when the pain came, her virginity taken, he kissed away the tears. And the misery was forgotten momentarily, a beautiful feeling of pleasure.

When it was finished, they laid side by side, her head cradled by his bare chest. His hand skimmed up and down her side, making circles on her slim hipbone.

"You're beautiful, Clarissa," he murmured. "Absolutely beautiful."

She didn't reply, only taking a hand and clasping in her own.

Jace woke up, a thin layer of sweat coating his body.

"Jace?" Clary asked, her hand smoothing over his forehead. "What did you dream?"

"We-we." Jace swallowed. "We had sex?"

Clary's cheeks rose into flames, a nervous giggle escaping her throat. Jace's own cheeks were blushing. "Uh, yeah," she stuttered. "I mean, it was more of making love, but I guess a vulgar-"

Jace recovered quickly, "You want to go again?" he wiggled his eyebrows, and she smacked his chest.

"Shut up, Jace," she muttered.

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Hey guys!

So, I didn't update because the fact that I had a summer reading project (that's worth three hundred points) that really needed to be done, considering it has to be turned in in, oh, eh, three days, and I have to write twenty-four pages of information about 1984? I love you guys and all, but priorities.

Okay, filler, but whatever. Next chapter is going to get...interesting, and I figured you needed to have a lighter chapter. With some dirty-minded stuff ;)

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