As quick as I could, I whirled around, seeing Straik lunging at Jace from behind. Without thinking, I pushed Jace away and tried to stop Straik. But he was too fast. I felt a stabbing pain in my left shoulder, as the blade was stabbed into me. My face held shock and pain. Straik seemed to be surprised too. Then he growled, "You brat. I'll finish you off-This time for good." I staggered back into Jace's arms. He caught me, his face full of shock. Then it turned to worry and pain. And then rage took over. His eyes were flaming. Gently, he set me down.

Straik was already lunging for me again. At the last second, Jace stepped in front of me.

Okay so I'm going to try and do it from Jace's pov as well. ;)

Hold On

Jace's POV:

"You will give me your blood Jonathan." Straik said unquestioningly. My hatred bubbled up. It took everything I had to push it back down, though I couldn't help retorting. "Like hell I will" I spat, trying to keep some of the hatred out of my voice, but clearly failing.

I sneaked a peek at Clary, she was tense all over. My nerves tensed, I hated seeing her like this. It was my own fault. I knew that someone was after Clary, but since so much time had passed, I'd thought that it was just some nonsense the demon had babbled about. Suddenly, I felt Clary jerk. I turned to look at her, but I was pushed away.

Clearly confused, I turned around. My heart dropped. The most heart-wrenching scream sent an icy chill down my spine, making me shudder. It was Clary. Straik had his hand around a blade. The blade was stabbed into Clary. My insides hurt, I couldn't catch my breath. I was snapped back into reality, as I realized she was falling. I would be there to catch her. Like I always did.

I started towards her, pushing away all other thoughts. She's okay, I kept telling myself, she's going to be okay. "You brat. I'll finish you off-This time for good." Straik suddenly growled. My hatred was bubbling up again, though this time I wasn't so sure that I could hold it in.

I felt her falling into my arms, and I cradled her. She had a nasty stab wound on her shoulder, lots blood was leaking out. She was whimpering, though she was clearly trying to hold it in. "Hold on Clary. Just hold on" I whispered, though I doubted she could hear it. I stroked her hair, while I searched for my stele. My world came crashing down on me. If this wasn't in the middle of a battle, where we both could die any second, I would've broken down. It's my fault. The thought kept on appearing in my mind.

Straik was starting towards her again. She will never get hurt again, not while I'm around. As gently as I could, I laid her down behind me. I wasn't really thinking. Well the only thought that was in my head, was Clary. How I had to save her. How I would do anything for her.

I jerked, as I felt the same blade that pierced Clary, penetrate me. The pain was unbearable, I let out a cry and sunk to my knees. I coughed out blood, and went down on all fours. I looked up, Straik was clearly surprised. I let out a choked laugh, and shakily got to my knees. I felt like I would give out any second, but I didn't. If I gave up, he would surely kill Clary. And no way in hell, was I letting that happen. My head was throbbing, and the bloody wound on my chest wasn't helping either. Then Straik smiled. "This makes it a whole lot easier." He snickered.

Clary's POV:

With all my willpower, I pushed myself up into a sitting position. I drew in a shaky breath. My eyes widened, as I took in what had happened before me. Jace was kneeling in front of me, choking as blood dripped from a wound. My breath caught, as I suddenly realized how dizzy I was. That was Jace. My boyfriend. My other half. The other part of my soul. Rage powered me, as it had Jace. The stele Jace had been fishing for, was lying on the ground next to me. He must've dropped it. I grabbed it, drawing an iratze on myself. I closed my eyes, and I waited for the feeling of freshness. But it never came. I opened my eyes, and stared down at the shabby iratze. It had disappeared.

I heard Straik's snide snicker, "This blade is made of pure demon blood. It won't save you, or your precious boyfriend." I growled. Rage was overpowering me. I had to calm down, or else none of us would get out alive. I had to keep Jace alive. A world without him would be unthinkable. I quickly closed my thoughts off, I couldn't go there. If there was no Jace, there was no me. I shook my head, trying to concentrate. I had to think. Think. Think. Suddenly, as if a magic genie had heard my wish, a rune popped into my head. I didn't recognize it, but I knew what it meant.

Quickly, I scrabbled the rune on my forearm. Well knowing that I didn't know what it could lead to. I heard Jace give out a strangled cry, and hurried. The stress was overpoweringThe rune was black and intricate, it kind of looked like a crossing between a tiger and a rose. It kind of suited the meaning. Power of love.

I finished the last lines of the rune, and prepared myself for what was to come.

So how did you guys like the chapter. Is the jace pov working? READ AND REVIEW GUYS THANKS.