Twisted Belonging Chapter 10

When Jonathan went into the room that Amatis had thrown Clary into an hour ago, she was fast asleep. Her head was leaning forward, her red hair blocking her face. Because her body was thrown forward, Jonathan could see her cleavage, causing him to shudder with want. He slowly walked over to her, determined not to wake her up. When he reached her, he lifted her head forward to look at her face. Her cheeks were tear stained from where she had been crying, such desperate agonizing cries. Yet now, she looked so peaceful, exactly like an angel. One of Jonathan's hands held her shoulder, while the other one went behind her back to untie her hands. When she was unbound, Clary slumped forward into Jonathan. He caught her and lifted her up into his muscular arms, carrying her bridal style out of the room. Her head dipped into the crook of his neck, and her arms were folded in her lap. Jonathan kissed her on the forehead, and carried her to her room.

When he opened the door, he walked straight over to her bed and laid her down underneath the covers and tucked her in. Maybe if Jocelyn hadn't abandoned him, and had instead chose to raise him and Clary together, he would have had more oppurtunities to do this. Maybe Clary would have loved him as she loved Jace. But instead, his own mother had despised him for something that was not his fault. She abandoned him. And because of that, he had grown up with Valentine, who had taught him to love is to destroy. He had grown up without a sister, without love. Maybe if Jocelyn had stayed, he would not be the man he was.

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, Jonathan stood up to leave the room. As he reached the door, a timid voice called him back. "Jonathan?"

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the bed. Clary's face was peeking out from behind the covers, a look of worry etched on her face. Jonathan looked at her with mild curiosity.

"What do you want, Clary? Wanna attack me again? Be my guest."Jonathan said, holding his arms wide open. Clary sat up in bed, but made no attempt to go towards him. She simply looked at him. She took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Was.. was all that true? What you just thought about our mother, and of me?" She asked with a small voice. Jonathan's eyes grew wide and angry. How had she known what he had been thinking? He leapt onto the bed and pushed Clary back down, locking her in place with his strength.

"How the fuck did you know what I was thinking?! Tell me now!"He was enraged. Terror was on Clary's face as she looked up at the snarling face of her brother.

"I-I-I created a new rune. One that allows me to read the mind of whoever has the same rune on them."Clary stuttered. Jonathan looked at her in disbelief.

"And how did you require a stele?"He asked slowly.

Clary gulped."...I stole it from your room while you were asleep the other night. The effect lasts for about two days. I have been hearing everything you have been thinking." Jonathan was amazed. She had managed to slip past him undetected, create a new rune, draw it on him, hear his every thought, and she wasn't cowering in fear. The dark twisted thoughts that swam around in Jonathan's mind was enough to make any normal person go insane. But then again, Clary wasn't as normal as she would've liked to believe. Jonathan released his grips on Clary and sat up.

"I didn't realize that you felt like that Jonathan. Actually, I didn't think you felt at all. But hearing your thoughts, made me realize how incredibly lonely you are. If I knew that my mother hated me from the moment I was born, for something I had no control over, I would probably be bitter too. And you are so brave for standing by Valentine despite the torture he put you through you whole childhood. You could have easily killed him, but you chose not to. I wish things could have been different for us, brother. I wish I knew you better, then maybe you wouldn't be so evil. But despite all that, you are still a demon, and that's all you'll ever be. I'm so sorry." Clary's heart poured out. She felt such a huge amount of pity for Jonathan, now that she knew his true feelings. She had always pictured him as this demonic creature with no soul, but deep down, he was so lonely, and he just wanted to be loved.

Jonathan's face softened. He thought Clary would openly mock him for being so sentimental, but he was more shocked by what she did next. Clary flung her arms around him and hugged him tight. At first Jonathan was surprised, but he hugged Clary back, inhaling her rich scent. This is what their lives should have been like.

Before Valentine had turned him into a monster.

Jonathan pulled away from Clary and looked into her eyes. Such vibrancy. Jonthan knew that if his eyes weren't full of darkness, they too would have been bright green.

"Thank you. Now, hurry and get changed into your gear."He said quickly. Clary looked at him with confusion.

"Gear? Why do I have to get changed into my gear? What's happening?" She asked with urgency.

"You think that just because you feel pity for me I will just give up my plans? Oh no, Clary. This world will be mine. I will burn it down and pull you safely from the ashes. You will be by my side. But I can't send an army to destroy the Nephilim while I know your family, your friends and your beloved Jace fight valiantly to defeat me and claim you back? No. They must be the first to go. Then you will have no choice but to join me."

Jonathan's words shocked Clary to the core. Of course he wouldn't give up his plans. He still had every intention of achieving his goals, but knew that the Shadowhunters of the New York institute would stop at nothing to conquer him.

"I will not let you hurt them, Jonathan! If you truly love me-"

"I am doing this because I love you Clary! But as long as they are around, you will never fully give your love to me."Jonathan said." Now hurry up and get ready, unless you want me to get you changed." And with that he left the room and locked the door. Clary's heart was pounding like a drum. Tonight would decide whether Jonathan would win or lose. She was not going to let him kill the people she cared about. Clary jumped up from the bed and ran to the wardrobe. She quickly pulled on her gear, but stopped as she was about to leave. She realised the outcome of this evening, if Jonathan was going to be stopped once and for all, had to be achieved.

Jonathan had to die.