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Jace

I slurp at the extremely hot, bitter coffee, reveling in the way it scalds my lips. Focusing on the under-rated diner coffee in my hands is a lot easier, considering it helps me not focus on how awkward this meeting is.

Clary's best friend, Simon, called and said he thinks we should get coffee. I immediately replied saying if he wanted to ask me on a date he could've at least come up with something exciting. I was expecting this to all be set up by Clary as a "best friend get to know and like boyfriend" kinda thing. But it wasn't her.

So here I am, awkwardly drinking coffee and not speaking to the person who invited me, who in return also isn't speaking to me. I cough abruptly, looking up at him.

"What am I doing here?" I ask, raising a questioning eyebrow at him. He looks as if he is going to be sick, and raises his coffee brow eyes to mine. The glint of his signature oversized glasses almost make his eyes look bigger, like a deer in headlights.

"Well..." He mutters, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I sigh dramatically and reach for my backpack, "I'm not spending my Saturday afternoon in London having coffee with a boy who refuses to speak to me." I say exasperated.

"Wait!" I hear his voice ring in my ears, alert and sharp. I sit down, prepping myself for an 'if you hurt her, I hurt you' speech. But then again, I have been wrong before.

And I was wrong. This is a 'You two need to break up' speech. "You tormented and harassed her for months Jace! I have no idea in hell why she would still go for you, but she did. She is so fragile right now, like a piece of crystal covered in cracks. If she's dropped again, she'll shatter. Do you really want to do that to her?"

I feel anger bubbling in my veins, causing heat to pour from my body, he has no idea.

"You have no idea who I am, why I did the things I did, what I feel for Clary. I motherfucking love her and if you think I'm just going to let her go than you are clearly out of your mind. What, you don't think she'll shatter if I break her heart now? You don't think I know how rough she has it? I'm not going to hurt her, I'm going to keep her safe. I love her."

The words leave my mouth quicker than I can think of them. It's as if all I've wanted to say to everyone bothering us about our relationship all week just came bubbling out. I look up to see Simon's mouth gaping open, astonishment etched onto his face.

I get up and set a five on the table, "I think we're done here." I mutter, stalking out of the restaurant.

Clary

"Your lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind
You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

[break]

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats, your teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love"

The crowd cheers out from the dark, yelling for more. Mortality is practically dripping off of them; dripping off of me. My hair sticks to my neck and forehead haphazardly, sweat pouring off me. The club is buzzing with energy and life.

I see the slight sway of bodies, the clashing of lips, and the lust shaded eyes. From the stage I can see everything. The strobe lights flash endlessly, sending colors bouncing off walls, illuminating once faceless bodies.

I love this place, the rush I feel, the freedom. The smell of alcohol drifts through the air, reminding me why these people are having such a great time. Glittery silver slime falls from the ceiling, splattering hair and faces, the effects of the slime are just as good as the taste.

"One more song?" I shout at the crowd, energy and fearlessness pulsing through me, I can practically feel my whole body vibrating with life. The crowd screams into the air, shouting for encore after encore.

I sing and sing, never wanting to stop, never wanting this immortality to end. But all good things do end.

I go backstage and quick slip on my coat, grabbing my purse and removing my car keys before heading outside. I take the stairs two at a time, letting the cool air refresh my senses. I've gotten so much more comfortable on stage after tonight, the rush, the euphoria, it's who I am.

Lost in thought I run into a bulky body. Though, unlike the time I rammed into Jace I don't go flying to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, I was in deep thou-" I begin, raising my head only to meet eyes with him. This isn't possible. He's dead. I was there. He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead. I think, panic rising up through me, choking my words down. I only manage to get one word out:

"Dad..?"

Sebastian:

I laugh as I shoot the gun, bullets flying through the air and penetrating the hard wall of the warehouse. I keep imagining how her face would look if I shot her, the surprise, the pain, the fear. I laugh even harder. I've been practicing lately, perfecting my aim, my adaptability. I can't afford to miss.

I won't miss.

Will Sebastard shoot her?
How is Clary's dad alive?
Is Simon over Clary?
How far is Jace willing to go to protect Clary?
Will Clary learn to block out the jokes?
Where will Clary's talent lead her?
Ideas?!

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xx-Kelse