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So I've had some trouble this week with this site and the internet. Firstly, my mum cut off the internet so I had no way to get on and secondly even if I could, I wouldn't have been able to update because the site wouldn't let me :o. So lucky I still have my old phone that lets me use its internet on my phone. So twenty dollars later and really slow internet (like right at this moment I'm holding my phone up so it can find service so it'll run my internet haha) you guys finally have a update!

So some of you have had a sneak peek so you know a little about what will happen in this chapter, but I've still got some surprises in store for you ;)

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Clarys pov

Earlier that night

Clary's pov

Waking up, I opened my heavy eyes. Looking around sleepily, I noted how dawn had still not arrived- but what was I doing awake? No nightmare had come to wake me. Something wasn't right…something felt terribly wrong here. Opening my eyes slowly, they grew big with terror. I sucked in my breath as I stared at the unknown male figure that loomed at the end of my bed in the dark shadows, staring hungrily at my sleeping body.

I sat up quickly, pulling myself into a ball at the top of the bed as I tried to get far away from him, fully awake now. A scream settled in the pit of my chest ready to erupt, but before it could come, the figure advanced quickly and placed a finger on my lips, his other arm rested heavily and roughly across my chest. At this point I could see his features more clearly now, causing my heart to race unevenly and my body to call for an escape.

"Shh red, shh. I'm not here to hurt you," Raphael whispered roughly as he drew his hand from my mouth and pushed the hair that had fallen onto my face away. "I just want to have a little chat."

"Please leave me alone," I begged my voice echoing weakness and terror as I tried to pull away from his grasp but it was no use, he was too strong for me.

"Your begging only makes this all the more enjoyable Red, so keep doing it," he winked at me. "Anyway I just came here to tell you to mention to your little boyfriend that the game has just begun," he whispered into my ear. I could smell the alcohol erupt from his mouth.

"What game?" I whispered, feeling tears slide down my cheeks.

He shook his head and placed a finger on my mouth again before showing me a yellow smile. "The game two men play when two wants the same prize," he whispered, showing me no fear.

"What's the prize?" I whispered quietly. I looked into the deepness of his eyes as if I was staring down a barrel of a gun.

"Oh how ignorant of you Red! After the incident with the bus, you were no excitement for me any longer, but after seeing you that night with Blondie I saw something in his eyes that I knew could bring a new game to the table for me," he said, stoking my hair.

"You still haven't answered my question," I whispered as I struggled against his hold.

"Oh red red red…I really didn't think you were so imprudent that you needed everything spelt out for you!" He huffed, but the smirk was still there on his unmasked face. "Just think hard about who we both want...Someone I want only because of the enjoyment and someone Blondie wants because of the weakness that his heart holds for this person."

I knew where he was getting at and who he was meaning, but I couldn't considered it being the truth. Could there actually be a possibility that Jace feels the same back? "Me…?" I finally asked.

He sat up enough to clap his rough looking hands. "You're correct!"

"Why are you doing this?" I asked almost instantly. I kept my voice low not wanting my mom to hear or else it could put her in danger as well. Why did Luke have to go back to Grandmas? If he was here at least I knew if something went wrong he could have protected her!

"It's simple: People's screams excite me, and oh Red, their blood just gives me the drive to do it again and again!" he said overly excited in a sick, desirable manner.

"You're crazy!" I growled, finally finding my voice.

His eyes flashed red with anger as he leant across to me; letting his hands wonder roughly over my breasts as mine started protesting. "Men have needs Red, and this game is a way to fill my needs," he whispered into my ear. "And well, you're just pure enjoyment Red."

It was the first time I didn't just feel afraid, but now I also felt anger that tore through me as he tried taking control of me and my body by using my weakness and strength against me. Using all my force I bought my knee up forcefully, aiming for straight between his legs and once it hit, Raphael doubled over and landed on the ground with a loud thud.

Jolting up, I jumped over him, but once I landed onto the soft ground, he reached out and snatched at my ankle, tripping me up as he did. Once I landed roughly on the ground, he pounced on me, turning me over and placed his legs on either side on my hips as he held down my wrists. "You bitch," he snarled.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I spat in his face and right at that moment I could literally see the anger pour from him. I watched as he raised his fist, ready to strike but before he could we both heard a thud; mom. Jolting up, he bought me up with him and bought me against his chest by my neck right at the moment mom rushed through the door. Tightening his grip on my neck, I was lost for air as I dug my nails into his arm as we both looked at a frightened mom.

"Let my daughter go," mom's voice stood firm, but I could still sense the terror in it. "Now!"

"As you wish, my lady," he said politely in a mocking tone as he pushed me forcefully at mom.

As I hit my mom, her arms protectively went around me and held me up as I caught my breath that he took from me. Bent over, my breathing didn't get any more even as I watched him retreat to my window. "I'll see you soon Red, oh and don't forget, the game has only just begun," he winked before disappearing through the window.

I fell to the ground the instant he disappeared, holding myself tightly as his words replayed over in my head: the game has only just begun. What does the future have in store for me? The fact that I didn't know what frightens me.

Mom rushed over to the window and slammed it shut; locking it before snatching my phone off of my night stand and racing back to me. "We need to call the cops," she said frightened, a worried expression crossing her face as her hands shakily went across my phones buttons.

There was only one person that crossed my mind at that second that I knew I needed more than anyone else. "No, call Jace first."

Fifteen minutes went by and we were down stairs in the lounge room with policemen circling us, asking us questions over and over again.

"I've told you time and time again, I don't know how he got in…he was just standing at the end of my bed when I woke," I said quietly to the cops as mom sat beside me, her hand carefully on mine as if afraid that I'll push her away. To be honest, I was close to, but after tonight I didn't fear her, not when I saw the one I'm truly afraid of stand in front of me as mom held me protectively.

"And what did he say when you realise who he was?" detective Starkweather asked. Detective Starkweather was the one who interviewed me and the other victims after the bus incident, and after much investigating, he found nothing. He was a middle aged man with a thick scar down the right side of his face and his hair was filled with white streaks that backed up his age.

"He said he only wanted to talk and that he wanted me to tell Jace something," I recalled as I sat slumped on the sofa feeling exhausted and broken.

Looking through his notes, a frown appeared on his face. "Jace as in Jonathan Lightwood?"

I just nodded.

"What did he want you to tell Jace?" Detective Starkweather asked urgently.

I looked down at my hand that was covered by moms. "He said to tell him the game has only begun," I swallowed.

A frown appeared on his face, but before he could respond his phone rang in his pocket. "Excuse me," he said politely, standing up and walking over to the other side of the room and answered it, speaking in a low voice.

I looked up at mom and saw the exhaustion settling down on her and the only thing keeping her awake with the terror of what she had just witnessed. She looked down at me and gave me a brave smile. "It'll be okay sweetheart," she whispered surely down at me.

I nodded, trying to give her a smile back, but failed miserable. In the next room, we heard a voice rise and then the door to the lounge was pushed forcefully open revealing a very worried Jace.

"Jace," I whispered.

Hearing my voice, his eyes connected with mine and instantly softened not losing the worriedness that shadowed them. Getting up from the sofa, I rushed over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Placing a hand on my waist, he cupped my cheek with the other and linked his fingers in my red waves. "What happened?" he asked, searching my eyes.

A tear spilt from my exhausted eyes. "He was here," I whispered.

I heard his breath hitch. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, a shadow of anger tore through his eyes. Pulling his hand back, he wiped my tear softly away with his thumb before returning it to its place in my hair.

I shook my head. "He wanted me to tell you something."

A look of confusion passed across his face. He opened his mouth-

"Mr Lightwood. It's good you're here, you might want to listen to this," Detective Starkweather said coming towards us, placing his phone back into his pocket.

Jace looked at him before nodding. Lowering his hand from my hair, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards my seat on the sofa. Sitting back next to mom, I felt Jace place himself next to me, intertwining our fingers as he did and squeezing them.

Sitting across from us, Detective Starkweather locked eyes with mine. "Before the interruption you said that your attacker told you to tell Mr Lightwood that the game had just begun. Did he say anything about the game?"

I glanced up at Jace and his face looked solid. "Did he really come here to give me a warning?" Jace asked me.

I nodded sadly at him, before looking at Detective Starkweather. "He only told me one other thing about the 'game,'" I said quietly.

"Which was?" he asked, writing down on his notepad.

I ignored the question for a moment. "He spoke about this game as if only one can come out alive…and the one that wins gets the prize," I whispered, looking down at my hand in Jaces.

"Did he say what the prize was?" Detective Starkweather asked.

I looked up then and swallowed hard. "Me," I said, trying to keep my voice calm but the lump in my throat seemed to make it all the more harder to do so.

Detective Starkweather wasn't the next one to speak, even if he was about to speak, Jaces solid voice came out first. "Why aren't you doing more to get him? Are you just going to sit back and let him toy with her?"

Detective Starkweather looked at Jace and frowned. "With all respect, I don't think he's toying with her," he answered, looking from Jace to me. "By coming after Clary, he's toying with you. He's playing you like a game."

Jace let go of my hand. Looking over to him, he had his hands in his hair. "This is my entire fault," Jace whispered, shaking his head. After a moment, he looked up and looked around at the other cops that stood watching. "I refuse to talk when they in here. I'll speak with you, but no one else."

Detective Starkweather looked sideways at Jace, but then nodded and demised the cops from the room. Once they were out, he turned to Jace. "Why would you refuse to talk in front of them?"

Jace looked at me sideways, before he went into details about our second meeting with Raphael.

Noting down everything Jace just said he frowned before looking up at Jace. "I still don't understand why you refuse to have the cops in here," he said honestly.

Jace folded his arms. "Because I don't trust them. One of them could be working for him," Jace admitted.

"You have no proof of that Mr Lightwood," Detective Starkweather responded.

"As you have no proof that they aren't working for Raphael…Detective," Jace remarked.

Shaking his head, he folded his notepad. "Right, I think we've covered enough, but I'll call you tomorrow to let you know when I'll be popping in for more questions," Detective Starkweather said formally before standing up and walking to the door.

Mom stood up. "Are you just going to leave us here unprotected? That lunatic could come back!" she exclaimed.

Detective Starkweather turned back to us. "That's very unlikely. Tonight was only a warning, he won't come back," he said surely, before turning back. "We'll let ourselves out."

Mouths wide open; we listened as the front door finally closed shut. Mom just turned back to us, shocked with what the Detective said. "I should call Luke," she finally said when no one spoke up.

"No mom," I said quickly. "Let him sleep."

Mom bit her lips making her look younger than she was. "I just don't feel safe when he's not here, especially tonight," she admitted.

I opened my mouth but before I could speak, Jace cut me off. "Good thing then that you both are coming back to mine," he said.

I glanced over at Jace. "What?" I asked, shocked. "No, we'll be fine here. It's fine Jace."

"Like hell I'm going to leave you here when Raphael can come back. You're coming to mine and so is your mom," Jace said, standing up from the sofa and looked at mom. "Don't you agree it'll be a lot safer for Clary?"

Mom looked down at me and nodded. "He knows where we live Clary. He broke in even though we locked all our doors and windows. I can't stay here, not tonight," she said, frowning before walking over to the door. "I'll be back; I'll just get some clothes for me and Clary."

"Come on," Jace whispered softly, offering his hand. "It'll help me sleep knowing you're close by safe."

A small smile appeared on my face. I slowly nodded in approval and softly grabbed his outstretched hand.

When we got to Jaces, the house was lit with lights; people were awake. "Urgh, Izzy must have woken my parents," Jace commented pulling into the driveway.

"I hope they won't mind us staying," mom said in the backseat softly, exhaustion taking hold of her.

"No, it'll be fine. They'll just be anger with me for leaving without telling them," Jace said quietly as he stopped the car.

Hopping out of the car, he reached for our bag before mom could and slung it over his shoulder. Mom just nodded at him as she walked in front of us towards the house. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, Jace pulled me close. "Are you okay?" he whispered into my ear.

I looked up at him. "To be honest, I'm not, but being here with you is helping a lot," I whispered.

He smiled down at me. "I'd have it no other way."

Reaching the door, Jace opened it for us and let us in first to witness Maryse and Robert standing there in their pyjamas looking pissed. Once there saw me and mom, their sights softened slightly. "What is happening here?" Maryse asked Jace.

Before Jace could speak, mom spoke up. "We had a break in. It was the guy from the bus accident all those months back. I found him in Clary's room," mom said formally, trying to keep her voice steady.

Maryse put her hand to her mouth. "Are you alright?" It was Robert who spoke up and asked me.

I just nodded. "Well you both are welcomed to stay here," Maryse said, looking at me softly and then back at mom. "Come on, I'll make you a hot drink and then show you where you'll be sleeping."

Mom nodded. "Thank you," she responded politely before looking at me and Jace. "What are you two going to do?"

"I'd like to speak to Clary on her own if you don't mind," Jace asked, beside me.

Mom looked at me, but nodded. "I'll come get her after I get my drink," mom said, following Maryse and Robert into the kitchen.

Dropping our bag against the wall, Jace grabbed my hand and hurried me up the stairs and into his room and closed it tightly behind him.

Walking over to his bed, I sat down. "What did you want to talk about?" I said, the lump in my throat still there making my voice unsteady.

Walking over to me, he sat beside me. "I want to know everything about tonight. Are you sure he didn't hurt you? Did he touch you?" Jace said seriously.

I shrugged and looked down at my small hands. "He touched me, but didn't hurt me like he did on the bus," I admitted in a whisper, the tears that I had been holding back suddenly swelled in my eyes. I looked up at Jace and smiled through my silent tears. "But I fought back, I kicked him off me."

Jace took my face in his hands and wiped away my tears. "You're so strong, Clary," he whispered, searching my eyes. "But you still shouldn't need to fight. I should have been there to protect you."

I stared into his golden eyes. "You can't always be there Jace," I whispered.

"But I will next time and I won't let him lay another hand on you," he swore, before dropping his hands from my face and looking away. "This is my entire fault Clary. I shouldn't have provoked him back when we saw him at Takis."

I placed a leg under me as I turned to face Jace. Grabbing his chin softly, turning his head so I could see his face. "This is not your fault," I promised softly. "We both just were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but now it's both our problems to fix."

Raising a hand, he swept his thumb softly over my cheek, wiping away the tears that I didn't realise were still falling. "I don't want you to try fix it because I don't want you anywhere near Raphael. I'll fix this," Jace whispered.

I hiccupped as a tear flowed from my eyes. "And what if I don't want you near him? What happens then?" I asked, seriously.

Lowering his hand from my face, he chuckled. "You're so stubborn Clary," he whispered locking his eyes with mine as he leant down and rested his forehead against mine. "But no, I need to end this on my own."

Before I could protest a knock sounded against Jaces wooden door making us jolt apart. Mom popped her head inside before entering the room and looking around for a moment before her eyes laid upon me. "Are you ready for bed sweetie?"

I looked at Jace and knew we still had a lot to discus. I took an unnoticeable breath in, hoping that the question I was about to ask wouldn't lead to any wrong impressions. "Do you mind if I stay with Jace tonight?" I asked in a whisper-like tone, before adding, "I just don't feel safe after what happened."

A serious look crossed her face. "I don't know Clary," she said. She seemed to look at me closely noticing my tear stained cheeks. "Alright, I guess it won't hurt this time but remember I'm just in the next room. Okay?"

"Mom, we're only friends," I protested, feeling redness rush into my tear stained cheeks.

Walking over to the door, she looked back at us. "I'm not blind, so I'm warning you no funny business," she commented, before giving us a small smile. "Goodnight."

Once she closed the door, silence passed through us. "Well that wasn't awkward at all," Jace chuckled slightly.

I laughed softly as I lied back on his bed. Looking up at him, our eyes locked as he stared down at me with a small smile. I took his appearance in from his dark jeans and plain black shirt to his slightly messy hair that curled around his ears and the back of his neck. His eyes that stared into mine were a light, the gold in them standing out just that bit more. I smiled back as his widened after catching me staring. "You're beautiful," I whispered, blushing slightly more.

He chuckled as he leant down beside me and lied on his chest, searching my face with a glowing smirk. "You know I'd take that compliment any day, but to be honest being called sexy is much better," he teased.

I giggled slightly. "I don't know, beautiful just seems more…unique. Like sexy just seems like a word you'd use when you're interested in getting someone in bed, but calling someone beautiful is different because it's like you've seen though their weaknesses and imperfections and see the thing that makes them shine, that makes them beautiful. Appearance or personality, it doesn't matter which one because you only need one to make you beautiful," I rambled.

Searching my eyes, silence passed us before he spoke up. "Well you must be a lucky one because you're beautiful not just because of your appearance but your personality as well," he said softly.

My breath hitched. Even though I've already heard him call me beautiful before, it still come's a shock to me when I hear it. I blushed. Looking up into his eyes, a flashback of the other night when the near kiss happened and the confusion I felt after it came back to me. "Jace?" I said, breathless.

"Yes?"

"Do you think we could talk about the other night?" I asked.

"About what exactly?" he asked slowly, giving me a hint that he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Why did you act the way you did after we nearly kissed?" I mumbled, feeling no confidence rise for the occasion.

He shook his head and sat up, hopping off of the bed as he did. "I don't want to talk about this, Clary," he said.

I sat up. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to Clary," he answered.

"Then I'll speak," I said, standing up. I stepped forward, finding sudden courage surge through me like a strike of lightening. "You might not like to speak up about what you're feeling, and I swear I won't make you, but I'm sick of trying to deny something that I've been feeling for such a long time now," I said as I stepped closer to him so we were in close enough distance to touch. I swallowed. "Isn't it obvious? Can't you see that my feelings for you are no longer friendship ones?"

"Clary…" Jace started before I cut him off.

"Don't. Let me speak," I said softly, raising a hand, my voice starting to shake. "I get that there might be a chance that you don't return these feelings, but I just need to tell you that the way I feel has nothing to do with the accident, sure it helped along the way, but this is because of who you are... Jace you make me feel like I'm in a cheesy movie where the girl falls crazily for the handsome prince." I smiled slightly, before looking more deeply into his eyes. "But you need to tell me now, you don't have to talk about it just tell me if there's a chance, that's there's a chance you feel something back and that I'm not the only one feeling like this. If there's not, I promise I won't mention this anymore."

I searched his eyes for the answer, but when a moment went by when the answer didn't arrive, the quietness of the air around us answered it for me. Nodding, I slowly made my way around him. "I get it," I said, smiling weakly, trying to hide the ripping pain that tore through my chest as I reached for the door. Before I even could, I was bought back around to face Jace as he slide a hand up to cup my cheek, linking his fingers through my hair like he had done earlier. Placing his other hand on my waist, he pulled me in, leaning down so he could look deeply into my eyes causing my heart to race. "No you don't get it. You have no idea how long I've wanted to be able to hold you like this…to be able to kiss you without thinking it was wrong," he whispered softly. "I've just been afraid that if I acted upon my feelings for you that I'd hurt you." He leant in and rested his forehead against mine. "You have no idea how hard it is to control these feelings…Clary you make me feel something I've never felt before and that scares me."

"It scares me too…but I don't want the fact that it scares me to stop me from going after what I want…who I want," I whispered, swallowing hard.

"You really want me?" he asked, a small smirk forming. I just nodded softly against his forehead. "I'm glad because I-"

Before he could finish what he was saying, I cut him off by placing my lips slightly against his, waiting for his response. "…want you too," he mumbled against my lips before pulling me further in and placing his lips more firmly against mine, moving against them for the much needed kiss that I had been wishing for. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer, causing a smile to form on his lips as he kissed me. He slowly moved his hands onto my lower back, pecking my lips before he bent down and wrapped an arm around my legs, his other arm remaining on my waist as he lifted me effortlessly off of the ground. Holding me tightly to him, his lips sealed any words of surprise that would have left my mouth as he carried me over to his bed and laid me down gently. Hovering slightly above me, he leant down softly and carried on the kiss. His arm went around me so he could rub small circles on the small of my back while the other cupped my cheek. Placing my hands on his biceps, I felt them contract with each movement he made.

After a good five minutes, Jace placed a soft kiss on my lips before he leant up so he was looking down at me. Brushing hair gently off of my face, he whispered breathlessly down to me. "As much as I like this, your mother is only in the next room and I'm afraid she might walk in and catch us," he smiled softly.

"I guess you're right," I whispered up to him, returning the smile.

Bending down, he kissed me tenderly on the nose, then on both of my cheeks and finally my lips. "I'm scared if I go to sleep, I'll wake up tomorrow and all this would have been a dream, that I won't be able to hold you like this or kiss you…"

I leant up slowly and kissed him softly, before looking into his golden eyes. "Tomorrow you'll wake up with me by your side knowing that I'm yours," I whispered, trying to sound the less corny I could, but as much as I tried, I couldn't help it. "Oh gosh, stop me before I say anything else corny…but it is true, you'll still wake up with me beside you." I started rambling.

He chuckled as he ran a thumb over my reddened cheek. "You know if we really want to do this," he gestured between us. "We probably should keep it quiet from our parents just until we know how we're going to deal with them after we both promised them that nothing will happen."

I just nodded and raised a hand so I could run it through his hair. "I know but it has happened and I don't regret it a bit. I do agree with you about keeping it from them for a while though. I don't know what my mom would do if she found out," I commented softly twirling a strand of his hair in my fingers. "I just want it to be you and me for a while."

Smiling, he leant down and kissed me softly before skimming two simple words over my mouth. "My girl," he whispered against them.

Smiling against his lips, I felt him pull slowly back as he bought me into his arm so he could adjust the blankets from beneath us. Lying back down, he pulled me next to him as he wrapped us in the blankets. "I think we should sleep now, it's been a long night. The sun will be coming up soon," he whispered at me, kissing me tenderly on the forehead.

Snuggling into his chest I breathed in the scent of pure sunshine. Closing my eyes, I felt safe and content knowing I was in the arms of the guy I was head over heels for. I felt his soft breathing brush against my hair and his arms tighten slightly around my waist as if at any moment I could slip from them. I smiled against him as I finally realised, Jace was mine.

CLACE! WAHOO! How'd I do? Was it perfect or not so much? Should they have waited longer?

So what do you guys think of Raphael doing all this because of Jace?

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