CHAPTER FIVE
Sebastian was fuming. He didn't know what came over him, but when he opened the door to see his little sister mounting Jace, he moved before his mind could restrain him. Clary was in his arms, being tossed away from Jace and onto the floor across from the men. Sebastian drew his blade and placed the tip against the golden-haired boy's chest. If he flinched, the sharp blade would have punctured through Jace's shirt and the top few layers of skin, but Sebastian never flinched.
"No!" Sebastian had heard Clary shout out. He turned his black eyes to her, trying to maintain a calm composure. However, when he spoke, his words were just as nasty as he felt.
"I leave you alone for two hours. Two hours, and you jump on him? What kind of slut are you, Clarissa? I expected so much from you."
"Sebastian, stop." Sebastian hear Jace say from his side. Sebastian knew that if he looked at the younger boy, he would kill him, so he kept his eyes locked on Clary.
None of them moved. It felt like they weren't even breathing. A sly grin grew upon Sebastian's face. The blade was lowered in the same instant that he turned and began to kick Jace, wanting to hear his siblings beg for mercy. When Clary began her attempts to fight the eldest, he simply shrugged her off, pushing her back by her shoulders. However, Clary managed to take Sebastian off guard by kicking the inside of his knee. That time, he turned and used his full force to shove Clary's chest. He didn't bother looking at her and opted to continue attacking Jace.
"Clary!" Jace had shouted out. That seemed to be the only word his brother could say. Sebastian continued on, despite Jace begging for him to stop. He looked up at his brother with his face bruised and bloody, then reached his only available hand out to grab Sebastian's shin. "Look at her!" Jace screamed, rage almost burning Sebastian.
Deciding to humor his brother, Sebastian turned around and noticed his sweet sister lying flat on her back, her arm draped over her middle, while her already red hair turned a much darker, purer shade of red. She was bleeding.
Sebastian immediately left Jace's side to attend to Clary.
"Clarissa?" He whispered, lifting Clary's head up. The original would that Sebastian had caused on the day he found them had reopened, causing blood to drain out of the back of her head like a leaking icepack. She stayed unconscious in her brother's arms while he mentally panicked but kept a cool composure to appease Jace.
"Maybe I've been too kind letting you stay together." Sebastian spoke aloud, then scooped Clary into his arms. "Clarissa will be joining me in the main part of the house. You will stay down here until I learn to trust you once again."
Jace shouted for Sebastian to stop, begging him to wait, or to heal Clary, or do something for her, but Sebastian simply carried to girl out of the room and up the stairs. Once they had reached the back bedroom, Sebastian began to let his body go through the course of panic. He placed Clary in the bathtub, not wanting her blood to stain the sheets, then he pulled his stele out from his belt while making sure he had tucked his seraph blade back into place. He began to litter her body with iratzes. Anywhere he could find a bare spot of her pale skin, he drew the inky mark.
"Please, Clarissa," He whispered to himself, begging just as Jace had did. "Wake up, please." Sebastian reached his hand to the back of Clary's hand to check if she was still bleeding. All the blood was still warm, but he couldn't tell if more was slowly oozing out from her scalp. He hair was still damp from her shower, and now the blood, so that made it a bit difficult for her brother to part her hair and inspect her wound, so he turned the faucet to the bathtub on and began to scoop the freezing water from under the spout over to Clary's head and try to clean her up.
His sister woke up shivering, but he was just glad that she woke up. With a sigh of relief, he turned the water off, then sat back on his heels. He didn't thank the Angel for much, but he muttered a thanks for reviving his sister.
"It's cold," Her only words were.
"Why don't I run you a hot bath?" Sebastian replied softly. He was so angry with his sister for being intimate with Jace right under his nose, but he could only be upset for so long.
"I don't want you to see me." She replied. Sebastian knew exactly what she was talking about. His sister wanted privacy, and despite his desire for her, he decided to grant her that.
"I'll leave you to yourself unless you call for me." He promised her, knowing that he would be waiting on the other side of that door, listening for her weak voice calling out to him. He had to divert his mind before thoughts of lust began to form.
"Is Jace okay?" She asked quietly as Sebastian stood from the floor.
"I'd rather not talk about Jace right now, sister. But yes, he will be fine." He told her before leaving the room.
Clary spent two days practically ignoring Sebastian. She would sit with him at mealtimes, then go straight back to her room, only speaking when she asked to see Jace. Sebastian was going out of his way to be nice to her, and she consistently gave him the cold shoulder. He, of course, knew that the problem may be resolved with her seeing Jace, but he knew that it was torturing his brother just as much to not know if his girlfriend was alive or not.
"Let's just skip the formalities, shall we? Seeing as nothing is coming from them." Sebastian announced at yet another silent meal. Clary looked up from picking at her food and raised an eyebrow. "I want you to do something for me."
"And what is that?" Clary muttered, sitting back in her chair with her thin arms crossed over her chest.
"You know exactly what it is; I need you to create a rune for me."
They had already had this conversation. The last time that saw one another, Sebastian had asked Clary to create a rune for her, but she denied him. He had gotten so upset with her that he found himself pinning her to the ground. He shook his head to lose the thought of the way she felt under him.
"I already told you, that's not how it works. At all." Clary replied with a roll of her eyes. "I can't just create a rune; it has to come to me."
"Well, make it come to you." Sebastian replied as if it was that easy. He knew that it wasn't, but he hoped to break up some of the tension between him and his sister.
"Wow, great idea!" Clary exclaimed overdramatically. "I can't believe that I didn't think of that!"
Seeing as his sister wouldn't allow him to make amends that easily, he stood from the table and placed his dish into the sink. He felt fine leaving her alone while he was nearby because he knew that she wouldn't attempt to leave the house without Jace. Sebastian watched the smirk grow on his sister's face while she stared at the food that she had pushed around.
"What is it, sister?" He asked, wondering if maybe his sister had had the rune come to her.
"Don't you get it?" Clary asked, looking up with a certain fire in her eyes. "You need me. You just gave me all the power."
Anger fired up in Sebastian's chest. How dare his sister, his tiny, weak sister, just insinuate that she was more powerful than him? He glared at her from across the kitchen. "Don't you know how easy it would be to take that power away from you?"
The smirk fell from Clary's face immediately. Sebastian let his black eyes wander over her body. He was so insufferably jealous that Jace got to feel her body with his own hands, and Sebastian had been so patiently waiting for the right moment. He leaned against a countertop while Clary looked back down at her plate, letting his mind wander. Oh, the things I would do to you, Sebastian thought to himself. His tongue darted out and wet his pale pink lips.
"Can you stop staring at me?" Clary finally muttered, standing from the table and bringing her dish to the sink. "I get it, you have a problem with someone else overpowering you." She began to walk away, leaving her comments up in the air as she continued muttering to herself. "If Jace were up here, you wouldn't even try half of the things you do."
Sebastian was sick of hearing Jace's name. If it weren't for his brat of a sister, the boy would starve to death in that room, but Sebastian knew that if he didn't feed his younger brother, then Clary would venture down to stairs to appease him. It took three steps to catch up to Clary and wrap his hands around her arms. He whipped her around to face him, and she was already cowering away from him.
"Do you want me to hurt you, Clarissa? Because you seem as though you're asking for it." He brought Clary closer to him by the tops of her arms, squeezing tightly enough to cause pain, but not damage. She silently shook her head, unable to look at him. "Then you better think long and hard about that rune, because the longer I go without it, the worse it's going to be for you." With his threat, he let Clary go, watching her rush back to her room. As soon as the door closed, he followed her and closed the lock on the outside, making sure that she wouldn't leave until he allowed it.
Clary didn't leave the room when he called for dinner, so Sebastian left the door locked until the following morning. When she didn't come again, he threw her bedroom door open. Clary was laying under the blankets, everything covered but her eyes.
"Clarissa, I called you three times. I will not let you starve yourself to spite me." Sebastian told his sister as calmly as he could.
"Just put a big ole' fat death rune on my forehead and put me out of my misery already." Clary groaned, pressing her palm against her forehead. Having enough of her brattiness, Sebastian rolled his eyes and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. Before Clary could roll away from him, he climbed over top of her, his knees straddling the comforter that covered her.
"Get off!" Clary screamed, trying to maneuver herself from under him. Sebastian had had enough of her attitude and wanted to teach her that she was not going to disrespect him and get away with it.
Sebastian balanced himself on either leg while he yanked the comforter off of Clary, exposing her small figure that was layered with heavy clothes. He couldn't help himself, he just wanted to see her, so he grabbed the hem of the hoodie she had on and yanked it up, causing her to yelp out of fear.
"Stop, Jonathan!" Clary screamed. The use of his given name caused him to pause, but only for a moment. He forcibly pulled the hoodie off of Clary, exposing her naked top half. He thanked himself silently for never going out to get Clary bras. Clary's arms immediately crossed over her chest, obscuring Sebastian's view of her rosy nipples and pale skin. He couldn't deny himself any longer. His pale skin was just a shade or two lighter than his sisters. He noticed the small detail as he pulled the sweatpants down her never-ending legs. For such a short girl, her legs seemed to go on for miles.
"Kill me!" Clary began to beg as Sebastian straddled her thighs. His finger traced over the cotton underwear she wore. He noticed that she never picked any of the mesh or lace he had bought for her. "Kill me, Sebastian."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Sebastian spit back at her, hooking his fingers in the tops of the panties.
"You can't, you can't do this to me!" She began to swat at his hands. "I'm your sister; you can't do this! Please, I'm not ready!"
Sebastian stopped at her pleas. "What do you mean you're not ready?" He inquired, looking up at the flustered girl.
"I've never…" She muttered, not finishing her sentence.
"Yes, you have, I know you have. Do not lie to me, Clary."
"I'm not lying! Please, Sebastian, I'm not ready. Let me be ready, please. If you love me, you'll wait for me." The ginger bargained with him, causing his heart to actually beat in a note of sympathy.
Sebastian looked at Clary, trying to analyze her. When he stood up, she scrambled to cover herself, pulling the blanket up to her chin.
"Breakfast is ready. You will behave, or I will not restrain myself. Do you understand?" Sebastian ordered Clary, earning a small, frightened nod. "Get dressed and meet me at the table."