Chapter 10: Jonathan's POV of end of Chapter 7

I am SOOOOOOOO SORRY! I know this probably wasn't anything like what you expected as well, seeing as its going all the way back to SEVEN, but i felt as if it was an important part of the storyline! And i took so long with it too! I've been so caught up with reading all the fanfictions on here that i was never in the mood to start it, and when i finally started it, i ended up having a massive break! But today i managed to somehow crack down and go on a writing spree people! Hopefully you aren't too disappointed! Btw, I'm really interested as to what you guys think of this one because i am not too sure if i managed to keep Jonathan in character or not? I'm sorry! But please tell me! And lets see if you can guess from the bunch of clues at the end who Trixy's dad is! It probably isn't difficult but it will be interesting to see :) sooooo enjoy and tell me if you want another Jonathan or go back to Trixy? Thank you!

As soon as she started counting, i knew we were done for. Even when she was standing there barely dressed, beaten bloody, she was a woman, and she had that evil look in her eye right then. She. Was. Not. Kidding.

I looked to my father for him to do something, and quickly, before things got out of hand. That would be the second servant dead this week. After that maid... I shook my head to rid my head of those thoughts, i needed to stay focussed to keep the situation in hand. Come on, hurry up father! When was he going to do something?! A loud yell from Lionel tore me out of my thoughts, and my eyes snapped back to Trixy, watching at the same time for any signs of my father stopping her. Or telling me to stop her. My gaze lingered on her soft curves, remembering why it had even come to this. Because of my need to see how far i could push her before she snapped. But i couldn't help it, it was the only time i ever felt true amusement, watching someone like me feel emotions that i never could. It made me feel in control, powerful even, like i could do anything if i could push through the walls she built for herself.

Lost in my thoughts, i realised a split second too late that my father had gave me the signal, and started forward quickly, hoping he didn't notice. But that split second was the one that counted, and i had waited too long to be of any help. I heard the sound of running footsteps behind me and the slamming of a door as i kept my eyes on Trixy, checking constantly for any signs that would tell me what she would do next. Her eyes had darkened until the black had swallowed up the whole of the iris, reflecting the light back at me, and her delicate face was contorted in a savage snarl. I gulped. So this was what she was like when she let it build up. Was this what i looked like all the time?

There was a slight movement on Trixy's behalf and Lionel fell limply to the floor, before i could do so much as blink. She stood up straight, watching me warily, assessing me. Then she was there, right in front of me, none of the shyness of before apparent in her current state.

"You're either with me or against me on this. Your father will pay for that, and i expect that you'd want the same." Any warmth that had been in her voice before had disappeared, leaving behind a cold detachment that made my stomach drop. She wasn't an enemy you wanted to have. But she would be a useful ally if i could pull this off right.

"Why of course, its been long enough! I think its time to get my own back." I flashed her a wide grin, showing my "sincerity". She turned away, not even showing that she had heard me and reached down to pick up her long forgotten jacket, holding up the two pieces in distaste.

"They could have at least been more practical about this! This was my favourite jacket!" She chucked it down and kicked at the unmoving body on the floor. I smirked, she almost sounded like her old self at that point. Almost.

"What are you smirking at?!" I wiped my face straight in a second, the moment gone in an instant. "Come on, lets find that damned father of yours." And with that she walked over to the door, slamming it open and stalking through it. I rolled my eyes and followed her, resigned to my fate.

After a few minutes of searching, we found Valentine holed up in the attic along with a few of his not so close followers. No, he wouldn't risk them to be near him right now. I had closed my eyes for a split second and when i had opened them, Trixy had already burst into action, a mini tornado leaving only destruction in her path. I watched fascinated as she finished the last of them off with a graceful swoop of her blade, which i hadn't even noticed that she had. She got up from the low crouch, and turned to face me.

"Well, thanks for the help(!)" The sarcasm dripped off of each and every word, venom lacing into it.

"You didn't need any, you managed it perfectly well." She stormed away towards my father, sending a boot in the direction of his face.

"That was for my jacket you bastard," was all she said after she heard the satisfying crunch of his nose. She grabbed his collar, yanking him to his feet and flung a punch into his stomach, causing him to double over. "Not so tough now are you?! Now that you're getting the brunt of it!"

"Trix..." She ignored me, continuing to pound at his relentlessly, opening up a deep cut on his cheekbone. She pulled back for another punch, and i caught at her fist. "Trixy, listen."

"What?!" She finally replied.

"We need to stop. Don't forget he is the face of the cause; we can't do anything without him and his followers." Father slumped down onto his knees, exhausted.

"Thank you Jonathan..."

"I'm not doing this for you," i snarled. I looked down at the small hand i had my fingers wrapped around, seeing a glint from the light shining off metal. I loosened my hand to get a better look, and frowned in concentration. It was that same ring as before! But where had i seen it before i had seen it on her hand?...

My eyes flicked up to the annoyed look on Trixy's face quickly, comparing the two. Father had said that Trixy's demon blood had came from... Of course! It was from my studies! But father didn't want Trixy to know about her father right now...

"Can you do something for me? I need you to freeze." I let the cold seep into my voice at the end, the rune on my arm pulsating violently, as Trixy froze in place, her eyes close with her head bowed in a nod. I shivered as the rune burned off, leaving behind a faint scar in its place.

I spread out her slender joints carefully, straightening them out, and removed the ring from her finger. I focussed hard on the stone set in the centre, and closed my eyes, muttering in Latin under my breath.

"Quod tumeraris: per Jehovam, Gehennam, et consecratam aquam quam nunc spargo, signumque crucis quod nunc facio, et per vota nostra, ipse nunc surgat nobis dicatus", and then hesitated before uttering the last puzzle piece; his name.

The smell of smoke filled my nose, making me splutter.

"You called, son of Lilith?" I opened my eyes to see the demon standing in front of me.

"Yes, i need your assistance in handling your daughter, as she is not in her right mind and may do something she will regret later."

"My daughter?!" I flinched at the hoarse cackling that erupted from him. "She is of her true mind right now, the one you do not care to hold back but she feels she must to protect herself and others. Why should i help you, of all people?"

"Of all people? What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Only that you are still part Shadowhunter and i owe no debt to you." I growled furiously.

"Do it for your daughter then! She has no idea how to control herself, and where i have learned from experience, she refuses to embrace it!"

"Well that is her problem and not mine." He turned away, the smell of metal and burning intensifying suddenly. "Is that all?"

I sighed. This was all i was going to get out of him for now. "Can you put her back?" His red dancing eyes locked with mine, staring me out, and i refused to give in.

"Fine. But do not call on me again for such trivial matters as this, or there will be hell to pay!"

"Why?! You can't exactly do much anyway!" A rumbling growl erupted from the monster in front of me.

"Don't push your luck, little one." And with that he turned towards Trixy, placed a workman's hand on her bare shoulder and turned her towards him. He lifted a hand and blew a bunch of powder into her face, her eyes closing without permission. I felt her begin to slump beside me and quickly grabbed her, propping her upright with one arm over my shoulder and my hand on her waist. "I shall be going, and i hope not to hear from you soon." My eyes wavered slightly, black flying over my sight for a few seconds and then he was gone.

"Just go." My eyes widened in surprise, i had completely forgotten about my father! "Go to your next job, and start it once she wakes up. I'll be expecting to hear some results in two weeks. Contact me by then." A strange feeling passed over me, gone as soon as it appeared, and i was left wondering what had happened.

"Yes Father. As you wish."