Hey guys! Here's another update of MEA; hope you enjoy it!

Also, did most of you like the smut scene? *waggles eyebrows* I know it was unexpected and I'm kind of inexperienced with the whole 'smut' area ;)

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~InfernoAlive

My Evil Angel: Chapter 24

IPOV

I was let out of the infirmary after a couple of hours, but Alec and Magus still followed me around the Institute, fretting like mothers over me.

"By the Angel, guys!" I suddenly lashed out, turning around sharply and glaring at the boys who'd followed me into the library, "Quit stalking me!" Alec looked hurt but Magnus just burst out laughing, his cat eyes glimmering in the warm lamplight.

"We're just making sure you're alright after… after what happened." Alec retorted, sounding offended, "You're not stable, Isabelle, not after –"

"So I'm not 'stable' now?" My eyes were on fire as I gave Alec my most murderous death-glare I could conjure. Magnus was clutching his sides, he was laughing so hard, and Alec turned red, muttering under his breath.

I seethed through my teeth as I turned away from them and walked further into the library, before collapsing onto a desk. I stretched out my arms and laid my head down, studying the books on the shelves with disinterest. Magnus and Alec weren't too far away from me; I could hear Alec scolding Magnus who was laughing softly – I could just picture the two of them arguing like an old married couple. The idea brought a smile to my lips but that quickly fell when the memories of the past few days came flooding back.

Oh, Clary. I thought dejectedly, remembering her vulnerable form in the strong circle of Jace's arms, I'm so sorry.

I tried to imagine what kind of despair Clary was going through right now then Magnus's words came crashing back. "Well, I wouldn't say "horrific torture"! Probably having the time of her life…"

I groaned internally, my forehead brushing the surface of the desk as I slouched down further. What if Clary was, as Magnus had said, "having the time of her life"? Even if we did manage to find her location and head out on a rescue expedition, would she appreciate it? Would she want to leave?

I pondered it all over in my head, the painful image of Clary and Jace kissing branding into my mind and refusing to go away…. The whole time Jace's eyes would be glimmering black, spiteful and horrific… I curled my hands into fists, anger at the disgusting demon who'd stolen my best friend away and sadness for the brother I'd lost. I missed the Jace that had fought alongside Alec and me, the Jace that had infuriated me with sarcasm and inspired me with his broken heart. The heart that we'd all thought could never love again. Until Clary came.

I remembered the massive change in his attitude when he'd brought Clary to the Institute, the odd sparkle in his tawny eyes when she came into the room. His gaze wasn't hardened and locked up, his thoughts and feelings barred from public view when he was around Clary. They were open and soulful, his love shining in their golden depths that she'd been so oblivious to. Jace's merciless black gaze came back to me with a pang and I swallowed down tears. I wanted my brother back badly, but had dismissed it because I thought it would be impossible. But maybe…?

I lifted my head off the desk groggily and what do you know, there was a codex resting innocently on the other side of the table. Fate clearly wanted me to research. With a sigh and roll of the eyes, I reached over and began flipping through the curled pages, occasionally smiling at the random notes that had been written by Clary, Simon and Jace. Then I came to the page about the parasite demon.

I sucked in a breath, studying the grotesque, leech-like creature that leered back at me from the page. I remembered vaguely a creature attached viciously to Jace's neck as he cried out in the midst of the battle and tore my eyes away quickly. A paragraph was below the drawing, describing the tactics and desires of the creature and I read with widened eyes.

The parasite demon – daemon hirudo – is a creature that resembles the appearance of a leech, with sharp teeth that pierce the skin of its victim. Its motive is to infect the bloodstream of the chosen target with its demon poison contained in the bite. This turns the prey to demonic in nature and they go inane with bloodlust. Also known as the hirudo spawn, as seen on pg. 527, section 12.

Without a thought, I flipped to page 527, vaguely hearing an argument from Alec and Magnus in the background. I was barely listening to them though, my mind reeling with this new information. Was Jace this "hirudo spawn" then? I wracked my brain and remembered 'hirudo' meant leech in Latin.

I found the page and then nearly dropped the book with shock and despair. The drawing depicted a human-like creature staggering around, one hand planted firmly on a wall as it looked up. Its eyes were black, empty holes and blood dripped grotesquely from its mouth; my eyes were drawn to its victim who lay in a bedraggled heap at its feet, the wound on its neck messy and disgusting. This… this was disgusting. I could barely bring myself to read the paragraph below, knowing that this was the kind of creature Jace had become.

The hirudo spawn are prey of the parasite demon – daemon hirudo (see pg. 514, section 3) – and are driven by the instinct of bloodlust. They are weak and senseless without any blood source and are easily killed by starvation. When fed, they gain intelligence and can become serious threats. They are most attracted to holy blood or untainted blood as this gives them powers and new senses of mind when they devour it. I thought of Jace with Clary's blood dripping from his mouth and shivered. The only way to kill them during this stage is starvation which is nearly impossible since they are too powerful to be restrained or be held captive-

I sighed, getting ready to close the book, my hope dead, when I caught the beginning of a sentence further down: To return the hirudo spawn back to their former self… I sucked in my breath. Could it be? Had I found a way to save Jace?

I skimmed through the next paragraph and when I finished it, the book nearly slipped out of my hands, I was so amazed. Without a thought, I shouted, "Alec! Magnus!"

They came barrelling into the area in double-quick time, nearly falling on top of each other as they finally stood in front of me. Alec looked completely flustered, a dusting of glitter in his hair and for a brief moment I wondered just exactly what he and Magnus had been up to, "What? What it is Izzy?"

I took a deep breath and announced, "I think I've found a way to save Jace."

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CPOV

I woke with a start when I felt a familiar hand brush my cheek and a voice whisper, "Angel, wake up… don't make me…" I definitely didn't want to "make" him do anything! I caught his grin as I opened my eyes quickly, slightly wincing at the awkward position I was in.

Jace had kept to his promise, and our little 'practice session' had gone splendidly. Ugh, I wanted to kick myself for ever putting the idea in his head. However, that was now physically impossible. My arms were crisscrossed with rope tightly, from my shoulders to my wrists firmly, so they felt like they were stuck together with glue, the rope digging viciously into my skin. My legs were bound as well, from my ankles to my thighs… I remembered how I'd grown hot and breathless as Jace had done that, his nimble fingers brushing my skin… I found myself shivering just because of the memory.

Jace had been unusual when we'd been 'practicing'. Especially when tying my wrists together; his face was oddly caring as he stroked the tender skin and he wounded the rope around them as loosely as possible. I'd watched him carefully as he'd tied my bound arms to a stalagmite, and Jace had grinned when he caught me. It was a halfhearted grin though, and my heart was tugged by it helplessly, wanting to know what was going on in his head.

After he'd finished he'd looked at me with a sparkle in his dark eyes, and kissed me affectionately on the nose before leaving. Again. I'd found myself groaning internally at his retreating back, wanting him to stay so I could talk to him, maybe get a flash of my caring, gentle Jace again. I yearned for those flashes now, and every time he looked at me, I looked for them.

Now there was no flashes, just Jace grinning at me as he fondled my hair, twining the red strands around his finger. He looked amused and part of me wanted to punch that beautiful face until it bled. I remembered with anger that I couldn't now. Could barely turn my head, even.

"Why the face, Angel? Aren't you pleased to see me?" He asked innocently with a pout, and my blood boiled with a vengeance.

"Of course I am. I'm always looking forward to the fun 'practices' we have." I retorted sarcastically, and his smirk infuriated me to no end.

"Well, I've come to chat, Angel. I've been having weird recollections and dreams lately and I want you to explain them for me." My murderous thoughts stopped and I stared at Jace.

"Re… recollections?" I echoed, hearing myself sound pathetically hopeful to my own ears. Jace didn't seem to notice and was examining the strand of my hair that he was playing with.

"Yeah." He confirmed, frowning slightly, "Strange stuff… extreme feelings and thoughts… a cavern and water…" My blood ran cold. The… the cavern? He remembered that? When we'd… His frown grew deeper and he actually looked at me, his black eyes calculating. "Just what were we to each other? Who… who was I?"

I held my breath, searching for a hint of malice or a smirk in his features but he looked completely sincere, almost… sad. He almost looked like my Jace in that moment, his eyes holding such strong emotions in them… if I concentrated enough, I could almost imagine they were gold again.

"You were someone I loved very much." I choked, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes but I forced them not to fall, "You were amazing and brave… you were unstoppable and cared about the people you loved with all your heart. I… I loved you." I said again, feeling my breath hitch.

Jace stood still, his black eyes glimmering. He looked… I couldn't pinpoint how he looked… "And now?" He suddenly asked, not meeting my eyes.

I sighed sadly, "Now? Everyone thinks you're dead to me, that you're never going to come back. But I've never stopped hoping." He looked up slowly and finally met my gaze. The sadness in his eyes was like a dagger had been thrust into my heart.

"You should." He whispered simply, before letting go of me and walking out of the room. Leaving me again. I cried until I fell asleep from exhaustion and when I woke up several times before drifting back off, I willed for Jace to come back to me, to tell me what he was thinking.

He never did.

Ok… that was sad ;( *cries into the keyboard*

So, what do you think? What solution has Izzy found for Jace? Will it actually work or is already too late? And what are Jace's thoughts on Clary's confession?

Leave your ideas in the reviews and tell me if you like how MEA is going so far! I'm predicting that MEA will probably last for another 10 chapters before I have to finish it. I'm sorry to the people that wanted it to go on for longer but I get the feeling that it's coming to an end =^.^= This was my first fanfiction and I'm incredibly grateful for the amazing support it's received. Do you think we can get to 200 reviews before I finish it? ;)

Just a few more things: I've recently published a few TMI and TID one-shots on my profile and would be so grateful if you could check them out and review them!

Love Bites and So Do I - Sizzy

Newly Weds and Ripped Lace - Wessa

Also, here's another on-going TMI fanfiction that I've written that will still be going on when MEA has finished. Go check it out!

A Heart of Gold - Clace/A bit of Clabastian

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~InfernoAlive