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Chapter 14- The Predator
Jonathan's P.O.V.
The trees blurred passed as I charged down the forgotten trail outside of The City of Glass. How appropriately it had been named. It would soon shatter by my hand. Not Father's. He was too weak to relish in the shed of blood. To enjoy the look of horror that would soon be strewn across each of their faces once more. To embrace the adrenaline and pure power of destruction. At this thought I smiled and leaped up mid-sprint to snag a thick tree branch towards the middle of a tall and wide maple tree. The branch snapped off without hesitation, bringing a bit of the trunk with it as well. It didn't even slow me down. But of course it didn't. 'I'm the best,' I stated smugly to myself. The last attempt to bring the city to it's knees had failed. If Father had released the havoc bringing creatures when I advised him to we would have surely won. But no. He had to be the honest man. I shook my head, grimacing at the thought. The disdain I felt towards him at times was so strong I could only think about revenge. But when is that really any different? Revenge was a well practiced art. A lifestyle.
As I sensed a more powerful energy than The City's wards, I slowed my pace and began treading closer to the trees until I spotted the opening to the huge, unused manor. I frowned, and my thoughts inched towards Jace, the arrogant little bastard, and his childhood here. He was so ignorant. Not even knowing his own history. Sure, he could tell you every single detail of every war, but I could explain it in 19 different languages. Fluently. Add that to the fact that I was stronger, faster, and let's face it, braver. I was better. So, how is it every time I was close to achieving anything, it came back to him? I would change that.
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'What do you want?' She asked. I took a step forward and smirked. As if she cared. As if I cared. No, I never cared. I merely wanted. Deserved. I deserved everything Jace had and more. But, no one was willing to see my side of things. That was fine. I was more than happy taking it. The defeat just added to the reward. I bounded towards her, stopping when i was a mere inch from her. She was breathing heavily, growing more resolved and determined with each breath that huffed out in the small distance between us.
"Hmm...what do I want...? Is that what you are truly asking me, Clarissa?" I mused, taking my time. I was enjoying the hunt, circling my prey. It only increased the enjoyment of the feast. The way her heart seemed to throb a bit louder as I locked gaze with her caught me off guard. What was she thinking? Not much, obviously, because she took a step back, inching towards the wall. I sneered. She had always fallen for the obvious. The incantation swirled around in my now inspired mind. I would have fun with this. It would practically ensure my success. My immortality.
As I finished the second verse of the ancient curse, her small body slammed against the wall. There was a small twinge in my chest when she winced, but I passed it off as satisfaction as the dark magic began to wrap its cold, silky tendrils around her bruised flesh. I did that. No one else but me. I strode over to her now frenzied body flung ever so artistically across the wall. Her red hair was brushing against her collar bones, and her skin, now flushed from fear, looked almost inviting as her bright green eyes glistened. In Brooklyn, her erratic breaths had sent me into a near frenzy. I had to have more. Of course I hadn't intentionally meant to almost kill her, but I got what I wanted, then. I didn't care. So why was I dwelling on it?
In honesty, I wanted nothing more than to hear her shout my name, out of pleasure this time. Although, the shrieks were quite compelling. I was after all the predator, and she was my prey. I would tell her. "I want to hear you scream my name, not his. I want him to pay; to suffer as I have suffered. I want to make you want me; make you want more." I whispered menacingly in her ear, placing my hand on her breast, teasing her idly through the material. Her breathing sped up as she weakly shook her head. Her discomfort humored me; her emotions were nothing more than a toy to me. Hardly important.
I knew I had to distract her from noticing the pull, had to keep her in the dark as long as possible. I chanted lowly, softly, almost soothingly in her ear, knowing she was too lost in thought to realize I was even speaking. A part of me wanted to crush her, make her acknowledge my presence, but I had a job to do. Of course, this wouldn't work if she were still weak from our... rendezvous. Grimacing inwardly, I began to heal her. This finally seemed to catch her attention, and she began to inspect herself. When her healing was complete, she seemed to be less hunched over. Her fiery self again. I could tell her mind was churning. I had to make this fast. Still repeating the incantation in my mind, I began to trail kisses down her neck, my lips drawing closer to my hand that was still placed on her breast. Hopefully she was so focused on getting me off of her she wouldn't realize what was truly happening.
Then I felt it. The tug that I had been waiting for. The surge of energy that tied me to her. It was like absorbing the very essence of her. Suddenly, her scent seem to cloud my senses, until all I was aware of was the path of my lips as they began to trail back up her collarbone and neck. I pressed closer to her, the line emanating from her abdomen drawing my absolute attention. The one wretched downside to the binding. It would fade shortly.
"JACE!" She screamed, effectively withdrawing me from my befuddled state of mine. My anger, however, was back in full speed. The bitch! She would pay for that. I step away from her, the spell breaking and leaving her to crash to the floor. I grinned, turning to face the sound of blades and whips being brandished. Ah, the ferocity of the fight. Although I could easily take all of them, I wasn't in the mood to kill them just yet. Jace burst in the room, charging, or whatever he deemed it, towards me. It all seemed like it was in slow motion. I did a brief nod and mockingly saluted him before fading away like the powerful predator I was.
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That was what started it all. That one event had sent me into a rage not even Father could handle. Once, I had lashed out at him. He had begun praising The Angel boy too frequently. Jace. Before I could make contact with his nose, a sword sprung up and sliced at my flesh, turning it black and frost bitten. As if I weren't cold enough. I had this thought fresh in my mind as I neared the Manor that had started it all, and strode up the stairs to their porch. I shoved the door open and made my way to the library, where I was sure to find my prize.
a/n: well, i'm not too sure about this chapter... i've never really done the whole POV things, so i'd really appreciate it if you reviewed and told me what you thought about it!
thanks for reading!