The Mortal Instruments – FanFiction
Torment
Chapter 10 – Corrupt Negotiations
Sebastian's Perspective
Sebastian has his head turned towards Alec Lightwood. He felt Jace move from underneath him and skilfully pull himself free before Sebastian could stop him – despite having the faster reflexes. The pain in both Sebastian's shoulder and face were excruciating, but were to be expected. Valentine had ensured that Sebastian grew up knowing pain – to him this was nothing. Experiencing lashes of a whip against your back at a young age would be enough to harden anyone. Valentine's forms of discipline were never rivalled. The corporal abuse he instigated on his only flesh and blood son had messed with Sebastian both mentally and physically. Sebastian was bred to be a killing machine. Valentine never had the intent for Sebastian to become a Shadowhunter; he was merely a pawn created to aid his father in war. Sebastian had never grown up seeing or knowing a sense of nobility or love – to see someone die for someone else seemed like a wasted life to him. Sebastian could see that Jace was prepared to go for the kill. He could see that Jace had already embraced the fact that he would save Clary or die trying. Although, for Sebastian, it was exactly what he wanted – the death of Jace. Despite being unrelated siblings - if that was what you could call them... they shared the same father. Sebastian's thoughts raced – I want Jace dead. Clary is mine. Jace gave Clary too much hope and a reason to fight. Despite loving Clary's fiery personality, Sebastian wished to claim her as his own. That was why Sebastian enjoyed lying to Jace Lightwood.
It brought Sebastian much satisfaction to watch Jace's body constrict with heartbreak. Watching as the light of love dimmed slightly in his eyes. By lying that he had raped Clary, Jace had lost all sense of hope.
The only problem now, was that Sebastian well and truly did want to rape Clary and hadn't had the chance. Behind Sebastian, Jace managed to pick up his seraph blade and drive it into his lower back. Severe pain erupted from the wound as Sebastian tried to regain his composure. Despite being worse for wear, Sebastian still had the power within the situation. He still had the possibility of manipulating the circumstances his way, despite being outnumbered three to one.
"I wouldn't be so eager to kill me yet Jace." Sebastian muttered, a smile playing on the corner of his lips.
Jace refused to listen to what Sebastian said and went to strike again. This time Sebastian was ready and dodged the blow.
"Killing me will only kill Clary as well."
The mention of Clary was the right thing to say. Jace momentarily stopped his assault. "What the Hell do you mean? I am going to end your life for what you did to her!"
"Just wait and see..." Sebastian smiled again, the severity of his wounds making his head dizzy. He fought for control; he could not let Jace see the effects the inflicted wounds were having on him. "Your warlock friend will not be able to save Clary... I injected her with vomica cruor."
"Cursed blood..." Jace translated from Latin. "You cursed your own blood? That is impossible; the curse requires both the blood of an Angel and Demon. They have to be willingly given... It is a poison the Clave banished from knowledge thousands of years ago... it does not exist... Clary would never give you her blood!"
"Don't be foolish Jace... you forget who I am and what I can do." Sebastian countered. It was true, Sebastian had managed to initiate the curse. When Sebastian cut Clary's wrist back in Germany, he had obtained a small vial of her blood. It passed the test of being willingly given because Sebastian knew that Clary wanted to leave a trial behind for Jace. Her willingness to create a breadcrumb trail for Jace to follow made the blood acceptable. When he had left for his business with the vampires in Melle, France, Sebastian had the blood cursed by a greater Demon, which he summoned not long after. Sebastian smiled to himself now, he knew that Jace could not kill him, knowing that Clary would die as well.
"You forgot Jace. You and I both know the only cure to the cursed blood. Your warlock friend is useless to her now... the only way to save her is to be injected with uncursed Angel and Demon blood. A simple curse... so easily lifted. She already has Angel blood within her; you just need the blood of a Demon..."
Jace moved into a crouched position, ready to fight. "Well then I will cut your f*cking head off and drain your body dry. I will not let you kill her you sick and twisted f*ck!"
Sebastian rolled his shoulders and tilted his head side to side - cracking his neck. How could Jace still not understand? Sebastian knew that he would survive this encounter. Sebastian wasn't stupid, he knew it was only a matter of time before Jace tried to save Clary. If Jace wanted Sebastian dead, he would destroy his only chance to save Clary. Sebastian's demon blood was the only cure to the poison injected into Clary. Clary's life was tethered to his.
"Jace, how foolish of you. My blood will only save Clary if it is willingly given... ending my life will only kill Clary as well."
The look of Jace's face was priceless to Sebastian. He collected Jace's fears and bottled them up in his memory. Sebastian felt superior over Jace. He held the control within this situation – he knew Jace could sense it. Jace lowered his seraph blade slightly, he seemed trumped for words.
"Give me your stele." Sebastian commanded. He knew Jace would comply – Jace needed Sebastian to willingly give Clary his blood. Jace dug into his weapons belt and pulled out his stele. He weighed his options and it looked like he suspected a trap. He sighed and reluctantly threw the stele towards Sebastian waiting hands. It seemed too easy for Sebastian. In one blink of an eye, Jace went from a vicious Shadowhunter to a compliant fool – the thought of Clary's death was a powerful aspect control. Sebastian had redeemed his control of the situation. Using the stele, Sebastian drew several iratzes on his skin. The fuzzy and dizzy feeling in his head dulled and he could already feel his shoulder turn numb as the pain subsided.
"Now you are behaving like a true guest." Sebastian teased. "Within my father's house, you will comply by my rules. I will willingly give Clary my blood if you let me take her with me."
Alec protested without a moment of hesitation from his place on the floor. "Who on earth do you think we are? We are not stupid! She is going to die; you will never willingly save her! Jace, don't listen to him!"
Sebastian caught Jace in his menacing gaze. He wiped the blood from his mouth before smiling wickedly. "Tick tock." He muttered.
"Why would I let you take Clary? You and I both know I will only continue to pursue you." Jace's voice was questioning as well as contemplative.
"Well, then we have reached a stalemate haven't we?" Sebastian muttered. He felt the tissue fibres within his chest and shoulder begin to heal. He would only need to stall a few minutes longer before he would be able to attack Jace if the plan went wrong. Sebastian felt slightly torn. His hands twitched with the desire to end Jace's life right then and there. But, Sebastian had plans involving both Jace and Clary. Killing either of them now would only hinder himself. Clary had around one minute of life remaining within her body – neither Jace nor Sebastian had time to waste. Sebastian suddenly thought of his carnal desire to make Clary his. He had wasted too much time mentally grooming her. If he wanted to have his way with Clary, escaping now could be his only remaining chance. Visions of Clary lying naked in a bed flooded his thoughts. If he wanted this reality with Clary, it would also ruin his plans. Clary was a temptress, always teasing Sebastian to give in to his carnal urges, rather than focussing on his plans of domination. Sebastian's mind felt momentarily conflicted.
Jace's face contorted with anger as a deep and reluctant sigh escaped him. It was evident on his features that he did not agree to this plan. He looked like a broken man as he muttered the words; "Save her in front of us and we will leave. Inject her with your blood, counter the poison and we will go back to New York. Swear on the Angel and I will believe you."
"Dictating the terms I see..." Sebastian stated. It was too risky to negotiate. "The warlock will come downstairs. I will go up, inject Clary and we leave. I hold the control here. I will not be held in obligation to vow anything to anyone – especially the Angels."
Jace raised his seraph blade. "Don't be ridiculous. You will leave Clary to die and escape."
"Oh, but Jace. You forgot... Clary is my property. Why would I spend so long planning to capture her if I did not have future plans with her? She is still to play a big part within the world of Shadowhunting. Right now, it is just unfortunate that her precious life became the bargaining piece for my freedom."
Jace stepped forward and in one fluid motion, lifted his blade up to Sebastian's throat. "I will not let Clary go with you. You have raped her. You are the real sick poison within this situation. Sebastian, you are the cursed one here." Sebastian merely smiled at the blade held to his throat.
"Do it." He muttered, calling Jace's bluff. Sebastian knew that Jace would not kill him. Tension appeared between Jace's eyebrows. There was little time left to decide Clary's fate.
Jace's lips were mashed together in a thin line as the fire within his eyes went out. He was a defeated man as he whispered the words; "I hold you to your word. Save her and leave." A sudden aggressive tinge plagued his whisper, "Do not think for one second that I will not pursue you Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern." Jace's body contorted with the harsh tension in his voice. He was menacing as he stated; "I found you once, I will find you again."