Hey guys! Glad people loved the Clace in the last chapter ;) 100 reviews is coming up so of course we have to have a special instalment for this important moment of the century! XD This will be for the next chapter so in the reviews I would love for your opinion about what I should write about for the special instalment! THANK YOU X

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Luvmortalinstruments: I'm really sorry! XD I can't help it… I just love cliffies!

Guest: Thank you so much ;) I will tell you now, we WILL have Clace in this story: loads of it!

FluffyFluffLover: Lol I was laughing all throughout reading your review… the demon Jace definitely has some perks over the angel Jace, let's be honest… XD

Meeeeeee: I know, the Clace! As for the whole 'it's all lust' thing, I'll let you believe what you want for now… was it all lust or Jace regaining his undying love for Clary? ;)

Ms. MI: I can assure that I am positively NOT Jace. First off, I'm a girl. Second, I don't live in Brookyln, I live in Portsmouth. Third… oh, I don't have time for this! Oh and cliffhangers and Cassandra Clare already set their wedding date after City of Lost Souls… so yeah, he's already taken, I'm afraid!

BookWorm: Thank you so much! *hugs* your support is amazing and I'm sure I don't deserve your kind words! XD And it also seems that everyone wants Jace to have some kind of remembrance moment. Well… we shall see… ;)

Thanks, all support is appreciated. Stay strong!

~InfernoAlive

My Evil Angel: Chapter 20

IPOV

I stood dumbfounded as Jace grinned at me devilishly before vanishing into thin air, poor unconscious Clary in his arms. It was too horrible to contemplate that Jace was really gone, had taken Clary with him. Then I snapped back to reality, and the awful truth came back to bite me.

"Oh crap… crap… shit this… oh, BY THE ANGEL!" I screeched, hitting the wall with my whip, barely registering as the wallpaper started to roll off the wall, curling like tonged hair. He'd won, the demonic bastard, all because I'd been stupid enough to fall right into his trap. I was so blinded in the task of saving Clary that I'd handed her over to the enemy just like that.

"Hey, Izzy! Quit it, you're going to start taking off heads in a minute!" Alec yelled at me, bravely making a swipe at my whip. I'd only just realised that I'd starting to slash the dangerous lead of gold around the room in my blind rage, "Hey, calm down…"

My wave of anger fizzled out as Alec held my tear-stained face in his hands, his blue eyes glimmering at me in brotherly concern. I started to sob and Alec hugged me, dropping my whip to the ground and whispering in my hair.

"Oh crap… it's all my fault…" I cried, whilst Alec tried in vain to soothe me, "It's okay… it's not your fault…"

"Excuse me, you two," Magnus announced awkwardly, fluffing up his hair with blue-sparking fingers, "I know it's upsetting and all but shouldn't we be thinking about… you know, getting Clary back?" Alec glared at him, a silent threat for his bluntness but I shrugged Alec off.

"He's right. It's doing Clary no good if we just sit here, mourning. She's out there somewhere, relying on us throughout whatever horrific torture Jace is putting her through…"

I stopped mid-sentence when I noticed Magnus had started to snort. "What is it Magnus?" His cat eyes gleamed, though I couldn't be sure if it was his actual eyes because of the thick, glittery eyeliner he was wearing.

"Well, I wouldn't say "horrific torture"! Probably having the time of her life…" He started to laugh again but Alec silenced him with a glare. I narrowed my eyes, clenching my fists as I stood in front of the warlock.

"What do you mean exactly?" I accused, my tone thick with disgust, "What makes you think she's enjoying it, being his prisoner while he torments her…" Magnus started to laugh again, practically roaring with mirth.

"" His prisoner". To you that might sound downright awful but to others…" He gave a shrug but he was still grinning, "Also keeping in mind that this is Jace, who's not ugly in the slightest and he's painfully aware of it 24/7… and the way Clary feels about him…" I actually felt sick.

"I… I can't believe you would imply that Clary could actually be out there making out with a demon right this very second. She'll be scared, she'll be waiting for us to save her…" But even as I said the words, they tasted wrong and false in my mouth. The image of how they couldn't keep their eyes off each other earlier wouldn't leave my mind. The way Jace had looked at her, so lustful and desiring as she writhed on the floor. I wanted to actually vomit.

Magnus noticed the change in my face and gave me an I-told-you-so look. I bit my lip, wondering now if I should actually rescue Clary, if it would even be rescuing… No! I was aghast at myself, of course I had to help her! She needed me! We were practically parabatai!

"Well, whatever she's doing right now, we're going to find her and hide her away from Jace until this whole thing is sorted, okay?" I studied Alec and Magnus who both just nodded solemnly.

This was it. I would save Clary, I vowed, and I would kill Jace.

I just wondered if I'd be able to accomplish either of those things if they stood in front me, locked in a passionate embrace.

JPOV

She was gorgeous. That was my first thought the minute I walked into the room and saw her there, suspended expertly from the ceiling. I'd tied those knots myself, I remembered with a grin. I remembered binding her delicate, freckled hands and tying them to a stalagmite from the ceiling. My hands had brushed her thighs as I hoisted her up, and it took great effort and concentration to not start getting dirty right there and then. I would not be like that. Should that day come, I wanted to see her beautiful, angelic face gazing up at me the whole time, her bright green eyes meeting my own black ones.

Then there was yesterday, when my control had wavered. Seeing her there, hearing her soft voice as she whispered to me, made me ecstatic. Before I knew it, we were kissing, and it was incredible, tasting her blood in my mouth… hearing her moan, knowing it was because of me…

Then she'd surprised me and had bit down hard on my lip, an act of defiance and dare that made me go crazy. She was brilliant and better yet she was all mine.

I knew she was something to me, someone really important, and I intended to pull out every detail from those pretty, little lips but first I wanted to have some fun. Now was the time for fun.

I walked over to Clary, and studied her sleeping face. She was at an awkward angle, her chin drooping to brush her collarbone and I knew that that would develop into a severe neck crick. I licked my lips and leaned in, my breath dancing across the pale skin on her neck before biting down deep. She woke with a start, and savoured the feel of red hair as it formed a curtain over my bent head. I heard her gasp, "Jace, what are you…" She faltered off as her energy began to fade, and before she would pass out, I drew away from her neck, the blood dripping from my lip.

Clary's eyes widened and as I leaned in and kissed her, prying open her mouth and flowing her blood back into her body. She shivered, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a stream of blood coursing down our joined lips and dripping onto the floor. This was a seal, I decided, to let her know that she was mine now. All mine. She moaned, as if registering my message, and I grabbed onto her hips, relishing the waves of her auburn hair as it cascaded over both of us.

That's when a flash of a memory overwhelmed me, blinding me for a second.

A cavern… water as dark as twilight… I caught hold of her hips and pulled her towards me through the water while she gazed at me with those big, green of hers. I leaned in to kiss her the same time she did and we met in the middle, our lips crashing together as I felt her hand twine in with my wet curls. We broke away at last and I gasped, "That was… that was intense." She smiled at me and continued to stroke my hair, gazing at me lovingly.

"It's been a while since we could, you know – let go. At all." She was right, it had been torture for both of us. But that was all over now.

"I can't believe it. I still can't, that I can kiss you now, touch you, actually touch you, without being afraid…" I saw her pulse beat in her throat and kissed her there, relishing this feeling. This passion. She jumped beneath me and I pulled away, studying her.

"Reckless. You know, when I first showed up at the Institute, Alec called me reckless so many times that I went and looked it up in the dictionary. Not that I didn't already know what it meant, but – I always thought it meant brave. I actually means someone who doesn't care about the consequences of their actions."

She looked at me, "But you do care." I gave her a small smile, but inside I was bursting with feeling. Feeling that had been locked up for so long I was scared of it all coming loose too soon.

"Not enough maybe. Not all the time. Like the way I love you, I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. I told myself I did, I told myself you wanted me to, and so I tried, but I never did. I wanted you more than I wanted to be good. I wanted you more than I wanted anything, ever."

I kept my lips sealed to Clary's while she continued to moan, but the memory had shakened me. Affected me. Because while I committed this twisted act of forcing Clary to drink her own blood, I didn't feel pride or satisfaction.

I felt just a bit of shame.