~ Hey guys! Soo like I said previously, I have testing Tuesday-Friday so I might be slacking a little on the updating. I apologize in advance. I'll give you a treat and make it some what steamy *wink wink* There's a cliffhanger though! I have to! (Sorry). I have writer's block currently so if this isn't too good, sorry! Onto the overview! ~

Overview: Clary realizes what has been causing the pain, and what her dreams really meant. She finds out shocking news about Isabelle and it may effect them in the near future. She has made her decision about the babies, and though she and Jace have a steamy night together, it doesn't solve their problems.

Chapter Ten

Her eyes opened. This time, blood didn't surround her body. Nothing surrounded her. She was in shorts and a tank top, huddled in the corner afraid. She didn't know where she was, but it was a white room. Four simple walls, small, and blank. One chair sat toward another corner, but the light wasn't directly hitting it leaving it hard to see.

Her eyes searched around the room to see if there was any sign of an escape or where she was. There were no windows, a single lamp hanging from the ceiling, and one metal door. Suddenly, she realize, she had been there before. In all her dreams, she had been there. The only difference was, she saw a door and there was no blood.

Tears streamed down her face as her mind shifted to Jace. Was he okay? Was this really a dream? She had no clue. Her tears came to a halt when the big metal door made a large creaking sound as a figure opened it. The person had a mask on and all black clothing. He had a syringe in his hand and a bottle of black fluid.

"Ah, Clary my dear," said the strangely familiar voice, "you dreams are getting the best of you,'" and he took off his mask. There he was… Sebastian.

Clary gasped and her tears turned into anger. She wanted to pounce up at him and slit his throat, but she was bound to the floor, "What do you want?" she asked.

"Clary… you think that you are just having these strange dreams for nothing? Clary, these dreams are real. I'm in the back of your mind. When you sleep I can seep into your mind and feed you this blood," he said and began to fill the syringe with the black fluid.

"That's… demon blood? Why would you-" and she stopped herself when she realized, "They will never be you," she said in a stern tone.

He chuckled and began to walk toward her, "Oh, no Clary. I couldn't possibly give two babies the blood! They would fight and kill you. I need you to give birth, but your life after that I'm not so sure".

Her eyes didn't leave the syringe, "Don't come near me with that".

"Clary, don't fidget or fight it. It will be over soon," he said and jabbed the needle into her stomach.

She cried out in pain and she felt her veins rush with the blood. She screamed as it stung and began to leave marks along her stomach. Again, she saw the hand with the claws, "Sebastian… what have you done?"

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Made another me".

She woke up screaming, once again, and Jace was by her side. This time, others were seated around the room, and Jace was just sitting with her. She shot up in bed and all eyes were on her. They looked concerned for her and their eyes filled with confusion. She ignored them and lifted her shirt up to see a needle wound and the marks fading.

Jace stared, "Clary… what is that?"

Clary wasted no time to explain. She explained everything and how Sebastian mentioned that she may die in the process of giving birth to them.

"Well, I'll call for a trusted doctor for the abortion," Maryse said and got up from her chair and started for the door.

Clary shot out of bed and in front of her, "Are you crazy or in denial?"

"Clary, those things created need to be aborted".

Clary stepped toward Maryse and Maryse pulled back, "My baby is still in there," she gave a quick glance at Jace, "Our baby is still in there. I'm not giving up it's life".

Isabelle just looked at her. She had no words. Clary couldn't tell what she was thinking, but Maryse cut her gaze at Isabelle off, "So selfish. Well, I wouldn't expect much else from you considering your heritage," she began and Clary stared at her.

How dare she? "I don't care if I could die from this, I'm having these babies no matter what there is to be said. I don't care what anyone else thinks!" and her eyes darted to Jace whose face looked shocked and hurt.

"Really? Anyone? I don't know if you boyfriend's opinion matters, but I didn't sign up for you to die on me anytime soon!" Jace said, and it wasn't in a pleasant tone either.

"Jace you don't get it!" she yelled at him.

He scoffed, "Oh, please! Save me the melodrama and the self-sorrowing pity and skip to the point. You have people who care about you! But that doesn't matter, does it?" and he walked out. This time, his walk was different. His face had defeat and broken. His expression acted as if he had already lost her. Maryse, of course, followed him.

Isabelle walked over to Clary, "Clary, it's dangerous, but I get it".

"You do?" Clary asked and tears tugged at her eyes.

"Yeah, I do," and she looked down at her own stomach.

It took Clary a moment, "Oh my- Isabelle!" and her face turned to joy, but Isabelle's didn't.

She held out a hand, "Don't, please. It's not what you think…," she trailed off and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Isabelle… no…," she started and realized what was wrong. Isabelle had lost her baby.

"Clary, don't get rid of those babies. You don't know what it's like having to deliver your dead child," she finished and she hugged Clary. They sobbed with each other and Clary had made her decision.

Jace POV:

He heard a soft knock on his door, and he didn't say a word. No matter who it was, he didn't want to talk. His mind was in a rush of different emotions and ideas of what to do and not to do. The knock came again and he sighed, "What?" he said moodily.

"It's me," said Clary. Her voice was soft and brittle. She sounded soothing and broken. It semi made Jace's heart melt, but he remembered how angry he was with her.

"What do you want?" he asked and still hadn't budged from his bed.

She opened the door and walked inside, shutting it behind her. Her eyes were full of compassion and she had an apologetic expression, "To talk".

"About?" he said and looked away from her. His eyes darted to the ceiling and he didn't want to look into those eyes. Those green, big, bold eyes were the ones that drew him from anger.

"You know. Don't play dumb," she said sounding a tad bit annoyed.

"I'm not really fond of the topic".

"Yeah, neither am I, but we don't have a choice, do we now?" she walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed toward the end. Clearly, she was attempting to keep her distance.

He stayed silent. He didn't know what to say or even where to begin. "I can't lose you," he said after a long pause. That's all he said though, and there was silence between them.

"Jace…," she began and put a hand on his leg but he stood up and walked toward the wall where he leaned.

"You don't get it Clary. It's like me going out to fight, you don't know if you'll see me again. You and I both know if you were in this position, you would feel the same!"

"So… you don't want them?" she asked and her voice was shaky. Her eyes hadn't left him.

He finally looked over at her. He didn't know how to answer that question. Jace actually had to think about it, "I don't want you to kill yourself in the process".

"Jace, I don't even know what all this means, but I'm tired of us fighting," and at that point tears escaped the corner of her eyes.

"You're making the choice to die Clary! You won't even let me choose!"

"What do you want Jace?" she said with a single breath.

"You," he answered swiftly.

Her head rose toward him once again. She got up and walked to him, "You have me, Jace," she said.

Before he knew it his hand was cupped on her face and their eyes were met and in a deep gaze, "I can't lose you".

"Jace… you aren't. I'm going to try. I'll fix this, I promise," she said and he shook his head.

"There is no convincing Sebastian, besides, he's already injected you…," he pulled his hand away.

She lay a hand on his chest, "If he gets it from the one he loves, there is".

He cupped both his hands on her face and kissed her. There lips weren't crashing against each other, but they were loving toward one another. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she was on her toes trying to get them closer.

The longer they kissed, the deeper it got. The kiss was passionate and long. At this point he didn't care. He plopped her onto the desk and made his way in between her legs. She spread them wider, clearly open to the fact of what he was thinking. He soon found she was thinking the same when she unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the ground.

His hands began to lift her shirt up and she lifted her arms to make it easier for him. He took in the view he had of her braless chest and his hands began to caress her bare skin. His hands fumbled for her shorts and she lifted slightly so he could take them off.

He began kissing down her neck and she leaned slightly backwards. He slid her panties off and his fingers made their way down there and she let out a slight moan. He rubbed softly and her moans got louder.

Clary POV:

His fingers felt so good against her. He slid one finger, then two and she gasped. Her sucked lightly on her neck and began making her wet. She felt a hot sensation go through her and his pants had somehow made their way off.

They were both naked and pressed against one another. He took his fingers out and began caressing her again. He stopped and looked at her, "Jace don't even ask," she said and their lips crashed.

He took her by surprise and didn't hesitate. His length was inside her and she gasped. They moaned in sync and he said her name huskily. She moaned out his name in between breaths, "Oh, Clary," he moaned and she threw her head back. He thrusted harder.

"Jace, oh Jace, harder," she whispered and again, he didn't hesitate.

"I'm almost there Clary-" and he was cut off by a deep moan.

Clary nodded in agreement as she was too, almost at her climax. Together they came. He kissed her softly and they gasped for breaths.

Jace carried her to the bed. She looked over at his clock and noticed how late she had woken up. It was close to ten pm and she was tired once again. She leaned into Jace and he wrapped his arms around her, "Clary, damn, I love you," he said as his face was buried in her hair.

"Oh really? How much?" she said teasingly. She already knew.

He chuckled, "Probably too much".

Her good mood suddenly faded though, "Jace?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't want to go to sleep…," she trailed off.

"Why?"

"Him".

~Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed, so tired! I will try to post tomorrow but no promises. I'll post at least twice this week if not, more. I won't have any homework, due to the testing, so I'll be prepared to write! Until next time lovelies3 -SeductiveLove101~