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So I edited the last chapter and fixed some things, you should probably re-read because it'll make a lot more sense now. My mail kinda exploded with Favs and Follows so this is dedicated to those guys. Thanks so much, it means a lot. I've realized that I am definitely going to finish this story, no matter what, even if i have one reader for the rest. Because one reader is enough- so thanks to those who keep reading. It's getting closer to the end so stick around. Didn't edit this yet either so...
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Clary POV.
"Sister" his lips curled into a devilish smile as he relaxed his stance. "Quite a predicament you've gotten yourself into, hm?" He looked at the group of residents huddled in the other doorway. "She always had a tendency to get herself into trouble." He shook his head slowly and looked at Clary once again. "A pity."
"Not...Your...Sister!" Clary clawed at the hands on her throat, scraping them with her nails and prying at the fingers. The man whom belonged to the hands just chuckled.
"Really?" Jonathon's eyebrows rose in a mock surprise and his voice took on a sarcastically taunting tilt. "Because, last I checked we were both named Morgenstern." He smirked. "And shared the same blood." He drew himself towards her, his long legs covering the space in 3 steps. Lowering his face so their noses touched he whispered. "You and I, Clarissa, we are bonded."
"Jonathon Morgenstern?" The voice did not belong to the trio mushed against the wall, but the group at the doorway. Particularly a golden headed Jace. "You're Jonathon Morgenstern?" Jace laughed, seemingly self-amused.
Clary herself didn't find him funny at all. In fact, she'd always thought of Jonathon as strangely ominous, despite his lean lengthy build.
"By the Angel, you'd think you'd have a little more muscle. And...I don't know. You don't look like a part-demon." he teased. Jonathon straightened himself from his hunkered position and looked back at Jace, this giving Clary a partial view as well. He had, at some point, pulled out a sereph blade, the glow emanating from it's steely exterior.
"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself," Jonathon teased back, though he sounded more...threatening. His hand crawled around to his back. "But I should do so now. Hello," he gave a half wave with the hand not behind his back; the one currently moving slowly downwards.
"Don't play with the toys, Jonathon. You'll wear them out and...that's no fun." Sebastian said, his voice louder, right beside Clary's ear. Jonathon shot him a look. One that screamed he was raving mad at him. Sebastian cowered back like an obedient puppy.
"My name's Jonathon Christopher Morgenstern," Jonathon continued as if Sebastian hadn't talked. "And you," he looked directly at Jace. "must be the Herondale." With a chuckle Jonathon reached into his back pocket. "I knew your father. You look so alike. Pity he couldn't be here to say goodbye."
With the last noise she could muster Clary choked out "...KNIFE..." and watched as Jonathon drew out a dagger from his back pants pocket and threw it towards Jace. Jace ducked and it stuck into Mrs. Penhallow's arm. She wailed out as Jace ran towards Jonathon, Alec and Isabelle moving out like an extension of his movement to attack at a different angle. Jonathon ran to meet Jace with yet another dagger, where he kept them Clary had no idea, and their blades clashed with a clang.
The two wrestled back and forth, Isabelle's whip coming and biting at Jonathon's side occasionally. This time it wrapped around his middle and with a yank Jonathon was thrown off center. Taking advantage of this Clary's blackening vision witnessed Jace's blade slash across her brothers arm. she felt hope flair through her chest-or maybe that was pain due to lack of oxygen. Either way, it was good to see that maybe Jonathon would die. Maybe Jace could win this battle. Even if she died herself.
But then again she was what Sebastian and Jonathon wanted. So maybe dying was the best option.
Spots were clouding her vision as she watched Jonathon overpower both her hope and Jace, as he brought his dagger down in an arc across Jace's chest. Blood spilled from the shallow wound, it seeped out to spread against his white t-shirt. It was such a stark contrast. "Jace," she whispered what would have been a shout if her vocal cords were not so strained.
But Sebastian heard.
He snickered. "You care for the angelboy?" he whispered to her. In answer she coughed, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her lip. She tried to shake her head 'no' when he tightened her grip. Against her will she cried out; a guttural, gurgling sound that Clary was ashamed of making.
"You care for him?! How could you-" Sebastian's outraged yell was cut off by Jonathon's.
"What are you doing to her?!" he cried out. "I need her alive, drop her this instant." As Sebastian hesitated Clary concentrated on focusing on the scene before her. With graying sight she took in a slumping Jace, Alec had disappeared all together, Isabelle was caught up in her own whip, and Aline was tending silently to her mother, whom was clawing at the floor and howling uncontrollably. "I said drop her." Jonathon simmered.
Sebastian relaxed his grip on Clarissa's neck and she flopped ungracefully on the floor, looking up at her brother with only her eyes as her neck was too weak to turn her skull upwards. "Leave Clarissa-I need her. Secure the boy and the Lightwood. Watch the Penhallows. Don't die." Jonathon commanded to Sebastian all the while gazing back at her.
He smirked and crouched next to her as Sebastian walked away.
"What do you need me for?" Clary whispered, though it sounded like a cheese grater was raked over the tone before it even escaped her lips.
Jonathon chuckled. "I don't need you Clarissa Morgenstern. I need your powers. You can do things you don't even know about, and I need them in order to fulfill my plans."
"Plans?" she let out.
"Oh, yes," he teased taking out a stele. "I've had this planned for quite along time, and Clarissa," he leaned into her ear and whispered there, "this is just the beginning."With a cackle he drew back and gazed upon her horrified face. "I need your powers. And i intend on getting them, once we're bonded."
He held the stele in front of her lips so she stared directly at the tip. With wide eyes Clary felt her stomach drop as she realized his future actions.
"My original plan would have gone perfectly too," he started. "Had you not run away, and this fool," he nodded in the general direction of Sebastian, whom had Jace's hands and middle tied with the loose end of Isabelle's whip; Izzy still wrapped in its abundant coils."not run to find you, or had you not murdered Father."
He looked into her eyes and Clary felt something similar to sibling interaction pass between them. A sharing of sorts. "I really wanted to do that. You don't have a sliver of an idea how much pleasure it would have given me."
"Screw you," she replied spitting blood-infused saliva onto his face. With a flick of his wrist and a stonic expression he wiped the thick mixture away from his cheek.
"Well then, would you like to unbutton your shirt or shall I look like I'm about to proceed with miscreant activities, because i need close access to your heart, sister dearest, and Sebastian wouldn't take lightly to me trying to undo your shirt." he smirked.
Like he cared what Sebastian thought.
Slowly Clary heaved a wavering arm up to his face and lifted one choice finger before his eyes. They crossed as they focused on it and when her hand finally fell with exhaustion Jonathon pushed hard on her forehead, forcing her head back. He chuckled as she cried out in agony.
'"You see," he said as he started to undo the buttons on Clary's shirt. "Father infused my DNA with demon blood while I was in Mothers womb. But I wasn't his only experiment. He had 2 more, before he started with Sebastian. A boy and a girl- and though the boy is lost according to records, you were that girl"
Jonathon undid the last button on her shirt and it fell open, leaving her torso available for any eye to see. But Jonathon was only taking in Clary's horrified expression as her heart dropped to her feet.
She couldn't be part demon.
Jonathon just laughed-laughed!- at her disgust. "No,no," he started and picked up his stele once again. "Not with demon blood. You two were angels, so much that you are only a sliver of human, as I am only a sliver of human with a demonic core," he leaned into Clary's face so there noses were just touching. "Maybe that's why I want to kill you so badly?"
"And I you." she spat.
"I wonder daily how the angel blood didn't commit you to insanity. The demon blood consumes people- like your boyfriend for instance." Jonathon sneered and rested his hand on her collarbone to steady himself for his future drawing before his eyes flit to her chest.
"And yourself" she sneered
"And myself. Sister,"he swallowed thickly."You've grown up. I never realized..." his eyes clung greedily to her curves as his fingers brushed across the swell of her left breast-over her heart. She wanted to swat his hand away. Tell him not to touch her. He was her brother. They disgusted one another. But she was so exhausted that she continued to let him caress her. That is, until he abruptly came at her with the stele and a searing pain came upon her.
Her mouth opened in an 'o' as he cut into her skin, dragging the blade in a feverish pattern over her sternum, upper breast, and collar bone, leaving a trail of beading blood, not the thick black line runes were accustomed to. It hurt. It hurt so much.
When he finished he let her sit there, moaning in pain, and he chuckled, "You look ravishing, sister dearest."
Clary glared halfheartedly at him- pain and exhaustion taking up the other half.
Jonathon smirked.
The bastard.
He drew off his own shirt and started working at the same pattern on his chest. It was spastic structure of crisscrossed lines that spoke only of binding and evil. It scared Clary half to death.
And he was almost done, just connecting the last lines, before Clary heard the shout, "Look out!"
He'd almost bound them when Alec tore into the room and launched himself at Jonathon, tackling him to the ground.
Almost bound.
Before Alec was impaled by that stele.
Almost bound
Before a sereph blade clashed with another and Jace broke free of the whip-when'd he woken up?-spinning from Sebastian and ripping the stele from Alec's middle. The bloody piece of heaven's rock flew towards Clary and fetched up against the wall a few metres to her left. She crawled towards it, sluggishly, so slow, as Jonathon threw Alec's limp body away from him and- Jace was gone now- got up to walk towards Clary, picking up a seraph blade strewn on the ground. She finally reached it, the stele, and collapsed thinking all she wanted to do was leave.
To get away from everything.
Get away.
Almost bound.
An image came to her mind, Clary didn't know where she'd seen it, but she drew it, like a cross on the crest of a hill, a dot underneath the arc. The rune grew bright with a blue light and exploded around Clary. A hand grabbed at her ankle, and suddenly everything was white, then black, then nothing at all.
Get away.
Getaway.
And that's when Clary crashed onto a grassy floor, a red glowing rune burning on her skin.
Not just almost bound.
Bound.
When the weight of another body crushed her already deprived lungs, and Clary caught a glimpse of white-blond hair, the pain truly hit. And knocked her out cold.
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Get away
Getaway
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