Chapter 4: False Hearts

Dwelling on what he'd just revealed Alec pounded his fist on Magnus' door, fear and sadness drenching his features. Magnus was half way into his usual 'who dare disturb' speech when he swung open the door and stopped mid-sentence.

Concern filled his yellow-green eyes when Alec collapsed into his embrace. He didn't make a noise for a good few minutes, just allowing the older boy to hold him.

"Alexander darling, what happened?" He pried when Alec's hands slithered their way around his body, clutching Magnus' electric blue silk pyjama shirt with his strong fingers. "Alexander." He whispered soothingly, spinning around and kicking the door shut. He leaned against it while Alec breathed in his scent and just relished the comfort of his lover.

"My father looked like he hated me." Alec murmured and those 7 words explained everything to Magnus. The Lightwood pulled away finally, allowing his boyfriend to lead him into the kitchen. He sat down on the stool and recalled his night to Magnus. Magnus pulled out two shot glasses and filled them with vodka. Alec snorted.

"Seriously Magnus?" He was sure the older of the two lived off alcohol, he slid the glass through to the other side of the bench, Alec went to take it but Magnus stopped him half way by grabbing his wrist and pulling Alec forwards. Luckily the younger didn't spill the drink as he was jerked forwards and his lips collided with Magnus'.

Magnus deepened the kiss, bringing a hand up to his angel's cheek.

Alec smiled into the kiss and resisted the urge to pout when Magnus pulled away finally.

"It doesn't matter if he hates you" –Magnus began, never letting go of Alec's hand- "because I'll always love you." A swell of warmth rose in Alec's chest.

"Can I-I…" Magnus interrupted.

"Of course you can stay here." In that moment Alec lost all control over his body and emotions, circling around the bench before he was crashing his lips against his boyfriend. Magnus didn't complain or object. Pushing his new roomie against the bench forcefully, Alec laughed at the gesture all the while extremely turned on.

3 weeks later

Simon Lewis was fuming, he was so angry with Clary. She was perched on the end of his bed while carrying on about how Jace had lied to her. He'd kept him mouth shut about talking to Jace over her phone so he didn't see how she even had that much to complain about. He lied, he was a jerk. Simon thought that was all there could be to say.

He sat at his desk with his hand plastered to his face as he rested on it with tired eyes. He already had enough problems with Raphael to worry about. Let's just say he owed the NYC's Night Children's Gang a lot of money for certain reasons and hadn't paid yet because he didn't have the money. He knew Raphael wasn't the type to go after someone's family but there leader, Camille, he didn't know what to expect from her.

Simon sighed deeply, if it weren't for Clary Simon wouldn't even have been in that situation. So after another round of Jace bashing he was officially done.

"I just, I don't understand why he would…"

"Oh for the love of god Clary!" Simon burst out, rising from his spot. "Who cares?"

"Simon…"

"No Clary! All it's been is Jace this! Jace that! He's not that important!" Simon took a breath, he needed to just let it out and it felt like he could inhale and exhale properly again.

"He's important to me." Clary argued, Jace was important to her, he'd made her carefree in a way no one else ever had. The way he had pushed her on the swings lightly and then suddenly kissed her skin with a gentleness she was sure no one else could master. She thought he was going to be different to her and then he had lied. Fibbed when he knew she was sick of the lousy half-truths. "I really liked him." The red head concluded.

"That's great Clary! But you shouldn't even be thinking about him, you're here with me. Why can't you just be here?" Simon questioned upset and rightly so. She didn't even appreciate his company.

"Simon, I am here."

"No! No you're not." Simon's brown eyes looked at her hurt. "You're with Jace. I don't understand what I did Clary, you won't talk to be. You look at your phone all the time and it's always the same name that comes up, Valentine, who's Valentine? You don't tell me anything at all. You won't explain why you constantly avoid that Sebastian kid at school whenever he tries to talk to you or why you've started getting sick in the mornings. You don't talk to me anymore and I haven't done anything to deserve your silence, in fact I tell you everything!"

Clary pursed her lips, she loathed herself for not having told Simon about her newfound family members, as for being sick, it'd only been for a few days but apparently enough for Simon to have noticed. She didn't have any idea why either so she couldn't tell him that.

But her lack of sharing, that wasn't intentional she supposed. She just never felt like talking about her family, about her brother.

"I'm sorry Simon." Simon gaped. "You're my best friend I know, but I just can't talk about things at the moment." It was the term 'best friend' that cause that sting in Simon's throat, the throbbing and pounding in his chest and the aching in his heart.

"I don't want to be best friends anymore Clary." He didn't, he was so sick of concealing his obvious feelings and adoration. They were so apparent, to everyone but Clary Fray. Clary's green eyes filled with liquid at that very statement and Simon knew he needed to fix how he'd worded his sentence. "I love you Clary." He confessed.

"I love you too Simon, you know that." Simon clicked his jaw and readjusted his glasses.

"No Clary, I love you." Clary's mouth hung open slightly for a good few seconds, telling Simon everything he needed to know. She didn't feel like that, she never would.

"Simon!" Clary protested at his exit as he pulled his coat off the chair and strode out. She didn't follow however, gathering he needed this time to himself to proses what had just happened. In fact, she needed to proses what had just happened.

She acted oblivious because perhaps she herself didn't want to accept it, but right at the back of her mind she was quite aware of his feelings. Those realisations just hadn't been pushed forwards quite yet.

Simon sat on a bench in the middle of Brooklyn, he knew every inch of it. Every turn and twist, every short cut and quick rout. He was so sure of Brookyln, more sure than he was of anything else and so he just smiled and enjoyed its simple nature.

He was never a big fan of Manhattan and know that he knew Jace Herondale lived there his distaste had become more prominent. But apparently Clary's hadn't. He didn't have any clue as to why but when they'd started at Idris she'd fallen so quickly into the pattern of acting like a rich kid even though she wasn't. She didn't brag or act like a snob or do anything of the sort.

It was the way she held her head and straightened her back, like she was born to be a rich prep school girl. As if it was in her very blood.

"Would you mind company?" An unfamiliar voice called. She didn't look like anyone he knew but he gestured for her to sit with a wave of his hand none the less. He tried not to look like a love sick fool but the defined pout was a bit of a giveaway. The girl didn't seem bothered by his mood though, looking at buildings just like him. "Maia Roberts by the way." Simon lifted his head for a moment, realising how rude he was actually being and offering her a hand.

"Oh, yeah sorry, Simon Lewis." He introduced himself a little skittishly, being in his nature to stutter around attractive women.

"What's got you so blue?" She inquired and he let out a soft breath. "If you don't mind me asking." Maia added, running her fingers through her brown hair.

"I just told my best friend I loved her." Simon blurted out.

"Huh." Maia nodded slightly impressed. "Impressive, she feel the same way?" Simon shook his head in a 'no' gesture. "Damn." Maia laughed. "Well I guess it could be worse."

"How could it be worse?" He turned, an eyebrow raised and head cocked, she held a laugh.

"She could have lied and said she felt the same way." Simon laughed at her petty attempt to make him feel better, a slight smile tugging on his lips.

Jocelyn never thought that she would ever again be knocking on the Lightwoods door in need of Maryse. She pulled her hand to her side when no one answered, turning away to go home after a minute before the door was yanked open harshly and without mercy for the object.

"What?" Jocelyn spun around and was faced with Maryse's daughter Isabelle looking frustrated and furious. She was in a short black dress Jocelyn would never allow Clary to wear and her raven hair was tied into a long braid. Her lips were coated with a cherry red lipstick and her heels were taller than any the older woman owned.

"Is your mother here?" Isabelle stepped aside and gestured for her to enter. She seemed to be in a horrible mood but Jocelyn would never go so far as to ask her why, she was a stranger after all.

Isabelle led the red headed woman to Maryse study, the house seemed to be void of any other members and there was an aura of loneliness and cold.

"Mom." Isabelle's voice was like ice as she pushed open the door to the large study, it was use and there were books everywhere. However the whole house was huge. A mansion similar to one Clary should have grown up in.

"Jocelyn." Maryse's tone wasn't impressed but not full of venom either so she took it as a win. "Please, take a seat. Isabelle, give us a moment please." Isabelle twisted the other way on her black heel.

"My pleasure." She claimed, waving a hand before striding out of the room and shutting the door behind her. Jocelyn frowned but didn't comment and Maryse was unfazed.

"So Jocelyn, what can I do for you? I'm going to assume it's got to do with that secret child you went and had without informing your husband." Jocelyn was baffled at how straight forward the woman was.

"Ex-husband. I'm married to Luke now." Jocelyn explained.

"But for how long? How long until Valentine weasels his way back into your heart?" Maryse asked and Jocelyn decided to divert the conversation.

"Valentine is exactly why I'm here, you know why I left this life. After what I thought happened to Jonathan I wanted nothing to do with this life. I couldn't have this life for my daughter. Now everything is different." Maryse's eyes softened, remembering how full of life Jonathan once was playing next to Alec when they were babies. "Now she's knows everything but I don't want that for Clary, I don't want her to make mistakes merely because she has money to fall back on. I don't want her to get hurt in this toxic world. Maryse, if your son were to convince her she didn't belong. Maybe she would…"

"Change her mind. Consider it done." The Lightwood finished for her, standing up and offering Jocelyn a hand without hesitation. "I don't need your daughter ruining my son and you don't need my son ruining your daughter." Maryse began to explain before Jocelyn could even ask. "We both need this."

"I'm glad." Jocelyn said warily, taking Maryse's hand after a slight twinge of hesitation. Luke would be mad at her for intervening but he didn't understand what she would do for her daughter. He loved to death but Jocelyn was willing to do whatever it took to preserve the real Clary, not a fake one influenced by money and trickery.

"Isabelle, I'm fine I promise." Alec attempted to convince his sister, it was hard only seeing her at school and he knew the mansion was lonely for her currently.

"Well too bad." Isabelle said into the phone as Alec leant into Magnus' chest while the two watched some soap opera. She suddenly hung up on him and there was an apparent knock on the door. Alec panicked, he was half naked and exhausted. He was about to snap at Isabelle not to come in but the door was already wide open.

"Izzy!" Alec scolded, sitting up from his position on Magnus and looking at his boyfriend to make sure the warlock was half descent. He was fine, in pants and a silk purple robe handing open to show his bare chest. Alec was clothed enough too, only absent of a shirt. Still he scoured the room and through one on while Isabelle giggled at his sudden nervousness.

"Tea my dear Isabelle?" Magnus offered standing up, unimpressed by his lack of makeup. Isabelle shrugged, not really answering and walking over to her brother. They'd met quite a few times and would mostly consider one another a friend but that didn't mean Magnus was happy she had barged in and that didn't mean Isabelle was happy her brother had taken refuge in his apartment.

Magnus walked off to make some despite her unclear answer, assuming he and Alec would drink it anyway if not.

"Come home." Magnus heard Isabelle insist and felt a slight tinge of bitterness. He enjoyed waking up with his Alexander, making the younger one coffee as the two sat down and spoke. He loved when Alec came home from school, exasperated, and let Magnus make love to him gently. He loved the constant companionship he hadn't had for too long.

"Izzy…" Isabelle didn't let him continue.

"I'm lonely." She confessed, her words so truthful that Alec felt he couldn't deny his baby sister such a request. So he gave her what he could.

"I'll come back okay, just give me a few more days." Isabelle nodded, enveloping her brother in a quick hug before scurrying out of the room. Magnus pouted slightly, the past few days had been a beautiful dream. But he supposed that's all they were, a petty dream fabricated by a rich dropout who merely never wanted to be lonely.

Magnus didn't care about any of it, the money, the parties or the luxurious things. He just wanted Alec to stay with him. "Magnus." Alec called as he entered the kitchen, his boyfriend's bottom lip hanging out in an obvious sadness. "Don't be like that." Alec pleaded, wrapping his arms around Magnus' waist, pressing his face into the taller boys back. Magnus didn't move. "Magnus." He whispered again, this time in his ear and seductively.

"Don't leave me." He knew it was a ridiculously petty and selfish request. Magnus also knew he was making himself sound as if he would break if Alec left him alone.

"I won't ever leave you Magnus. I promise." Magnus smiled, turning and giving him a quick peck before offering him tea.

Maryse's hand softly tapped on her sons door, she wasn't sure he'd completely moved passed the manner in which she'd addressed him weeks ago, as if he weren't her son. He was, in every way that was significant.

She let herself in after receiving no reply, Jace was looking up at the ceiling with headphones plugged in while his gold eyes dwelled on some great weight he seemed to be carrying.

"Jace, can we talk?" Quizzically he gazed at her, a wave of the hand ordering her inside. She sat on the edge of his bed while he stayed silent. "It's about Clary." Jace still remained silent but is eyebrows curved in the 'I don't want to hear it' expression he always had when he had no intentions of hearing his mother out on certain subjects. "Just listen" –she began- "I know you care about Clary but you can't be with her. She's Valentine Morgenstern's daughter, he's a very dangerous man and I don't want you being caught in the crossfire and frankly I don't think Jocelyn wants Clary to be part of this world.

She's from Brooklyn, she'll be happier out of all this mess our money can bring Jace. You know that. And you'll be safer." Jace pursed his lips. Still not entirely convinced and was finding it hard to keep his mouth shut on the topic. "I don't want you to get hurt. I know you think you'll be fine, but you won't. There are plenty of other girls…"

"Not like Clary." Jace piped up for the first time, defending the girl.

"Exactly like Clary, except with less complicated pasts. Jace this girl makes you look weak." Maryse couldn't believe that she was resorting to use this manner of persuasion. Even though she knew it would work. "And I know you're not weak."

She stood off and straightened her dress, telling his he should get some sleep before making her departure. He always looked so exhausted but she could hardly blame him.

Ringing filled Clary's ears as it did every morning, except today Simon wasn't standing beside her with the reassurance he could always catch her if she fell. Her hand twitched just a little as she saw her phone buzz, on the screen Jace's name lit up. Telling her to meet him in one of the science labs.

She was adamant about getting there quickly but that queasiness in her stomach prevented her from arriving in under a minute, having to take a few moments to breath.

The red head ran her paint stained fingers through her hair from the previous night's experiments with new colours. Clary then popped her head to the side to look into the door and couldn't help but gaze at Jace in awe due to the very sight of him.

The scene in front of her was picturesque and she wished to do nothing but draw it. Jace's hands were gripping the side of a desk and his face was lifted to stare at the black board. It was covered in science explanations and examples that Clary could never quite wrap her head around but Simon managed to understand in the blink of an eye.

Jace's hair was slicked back and his jean complimented the muscles all over, his shirt too, as it clung to his chest possessively. She knew she was supposed to mad at him but could not bring herself to actually be angry with the boy. He was just so beautiful and charming. An angel in fragile human skin, awaiting to break free and fly again.

"Jace." Clary announced as she entered. "I found my phone." She informed snappishly, holding up the old mobile. Jace rolled his golden eyes at how aggravated she sounded due to his schemes.

"Good for you." Her angry expression dropped, a wave of disappointment hit her when he couldn't even bring himself to apologise.

"Come on Jace, can you just explain why you hid it." She wanted more than anything for him to say he was sorry, to sweep her off her feet and kiss her like in all those daft fairy tales. Or to simply be lying into his warmth in the night, consuming his high temperatures for himself.

"I wanted to make sure no one got in my way." He looked at her coldly.

"Of what?"

"Wooing you, you see it's no fun until you leave them wanting more." Clary's eyes widened as Jace paced around the room, telling himself on the inside he was doing what needed to be done. "Now you've tasted me and are addicted you can go. I am no longer in need of you." He was aware of how much of an asshole he was. She was so sure though, that the day at central park had been perfect, that they both felt the strong connection. Now she realised that maybe he'd made it all up, the story about his parents watching his as he played on the swings, all the answers he'd given her as she'd grown curious. Now she realised that perhaps they were all lies fabricated by that sick mind of his.

"You're disgusting." Jace felt that the venom in her words were like a blade piercing his heart. "And sick! Who does that to someone?" She asked, his face twisted slightly, giving her hope but quickly pulling the mask back on again to continue his façade.

"It was just business Clary, you're a part of this world too you know." She scoffed, she was wrong about him, about wanting to be with him. He was feral and toxic. "You're one of us now." Clary slapped his moving hand away like he would infect her with his touch. He hated the words that had left his lips but new they were necessary.

"I'm nothing like you, I don't hurt people. I'm not part of this world." She stated firmly, believing what she said as she left the room holding back tears. He watched her leave and he didn't stop her. Repeating over and over again he did what needed to be done, he stopped something that could have mistakenly hurt him and make his heart hurt.

Clary lay against her locker for a few moments, breathing in and out. Instructing herself to do so even as she tried to process recent events and keep her breakfast down at the same time. She wasn't used to feeling sick, it wasn't a common occurrence to see Clary Fray out of action.

Clary hadn't realised she'd been continuing to use the wrong name every time she thought of herself. She wasn't Clary Fray, but neither was she Clary Fairchild or Morgenstern. She was Clary, no last name currently defining her.

Clary couldn't hold it any longer, she knew that as she ran for the girl's bathroom just as the bell went. Teenage boys and girls scattering and getting in her way. She manoeuvred through them however, falling down on the floor and dry heaving, knowing something was bound to come up eventually.

It was only until she was wrenching her guts out into the toilet bowl did she notice another person's presence. Pulling her hair away from her face and whispering soothing assuring words in her ears that she was going to be okay.

She only knew who it was when she saw the thick ring when he pulled a strand of her hair back. It was large and silver, an 'M' engraved in it and falling star on the side of the jewellery piece.

"It's okay little sister." Sebastian told her when she was tired and finished and for once she believed him. Sitting back in his arms as he lay against the toilet stall door. She was exhausted and hadn't been sleeping, not to mention sick every morning. Clary didn't have any idea what was wrong with her.

"I feel like I'm dying." She confessed jokingly as she lay there in comfort. She didn't understand why he seemed to dangerous and yet safe. Sebastian's whole aura just spoke of possessiveness and maybe that's what it was.

He'd been that way as children too, she remembered now, how every now and then she'd see his green eyes peering at her.

"You're not, I promise." He ran his fingers through her curls while she tried to sit up a little more, still using him to rest on.

"Thank you." She never thought she would have a brother to say those words to but now she did. Though her words were slurred ever so slightly because of the lack of sleep she'd gotten it still meant just as much to her older brother.

"Always." He helped her off the floor. "I'll take you home." He assured her, making sure to hold onto her arms so she could regain her balance. He'd helped her collect her things and the moment she stepped outside the school it was as if he was the good guy. Like he hadn't gone and thrown his hand into Jace's attractive face.

"How long have you known I was your sister?" Sebastian's eyes lowered to the ground at the sudden question.

"Since I was four." He clarified, her bag still draped over his shoulder. Clary had informed him she'd felt quite a bit better but still he insisted on carrying the bag for her. The school was bound to call her mom due to her absence but Clary hoped to be home by then so she could inform Jocelyn.

In some way she still felt sick, Jace had gone and said those cruel disgusting things that in some form made her feel violated. As if he had just wanted to taste and then move on, even after they had had genuine fun together. Maybe she was the only one who found it fun, Clary guessed.

She was about to splutter a reply in the midst of her thoughts but Sebastian continued. "I asked my father where my mother was and he told me she'd left us" –Sebastian made a point of leaving out how he blamed the young boy for the whole ordeal- "I asked if she was coming back and he said she wasn't, he told me she had you to take care of. He's known for so long that you existed but he could never confirm that you were his as well. Until a few months ago. I don't know how, I never asked."

"Why not?" Clary whispered, looking up at him as he glanced at her, lowering his head quickly afterwards.

"Because you were my sister either way. You were still Jocelyn's daughter, any idiot can see that. You two are so similar." Sebastian momentarily looked away, giving off a sense he was mad because of this.

"Is that a bad thing?" She inquired, he shook his head.

"No" –he released a breath- "it's just something that's kept you from me for so long. If you had looked like Father than he wouldn't have restricted my contact with you so heavily."

"Oh." Was all Clary replied with. "Is your father, our father, a bad person? My mom said he did some bad things but he's still my dad." Sebastian felt in that moment he wanted to protect her from all the evil in the world but he couldn't because that would mean leaving her. And he didn't want to do that.

"Father is... he'll love you Clary." He'll love you because you're not me. "I think so anyway." Sebastian declared, stopping on the sidewalk and holding his hand out for a cab. "It'll take too long to walk all the way to Brooklyn." He told her as a cabby pulled over for them. She jumped in and expected him to follow but he didn't, throwing in her bag instead. "Be careful." He simply said shutting the door.

She would have just let the cab keep driving if she hadn't seen that streak of blonde peeking out from the side of a care. She told the cab to stop down the street, he gave her a confused look but didn't charge her, merely rolling his eyes and driving off as she hid behind another car.

It was Jace, signalling for Sebastian to come towards him as he went into an alleyway. Clary followed with worry. Why would he have any interest in speaking with her brother?

Sebastian new this feeling, it was a twinge. A tickle in his hands, he would begin getting palpitations and his chest would tighten. It wasn't an uncommon feeling but Jace just made his rage so much more prominent.

He shouldn't have followed but did, looking the golden eyed boy right in the eyes while they stood opposite to one another.

"What do you want Herondale?" Sebastian spat, like Jace was a disease.

"For you to stay away from Clary. I know what you do to people you love." Sebastian blinked rapidly, tremoring slightly. Jace didn't know anything about him. "I have a few friends and they know a few things about certain individuals. You'll hurt her."

Sebastian spun on his heel to leave, trying to suppress the urge to burst out, it wasn't a visible irritation but it was certainly there.

"If you or your father kill her like you do so many others, I will make your life a living hell." It was like the beast took over, so quickly it was hard to see.

It was an upturned lip, a sneaky smile. He became a demon so quickly. Storming towards Jace he pushed the younger boy against the wall, he forearm pressing stronger against Jace's throat while a sharp blade was gripped in his other hand, pressing lightly on Jace's stomach like daring him to move.

"I think you really don't know anything." Sebastian began, his eyes gleaming with madness. "I think you're a fool! Threatening a Morgenstern and accusing me of hurting my own blood? I'll do with Clary what I like and you won't do a damn thing about it. Because of that little brother and sister you have grown so fond of and that big brother who always has your back. They're going to get hurt if you intervene in any of my affairs. No matter who they involve."

Jace breathed out for air and Clary was about to step in when Sebastian released his hold on Jace, his eyes going wide in a similar way they had done in the police station. "Just stay out of my way." Sebastian finished, loosening his grip on the knife in his fingers and shoving it into his pocket before running out of the alley quickly. Clary didn't stay to assure Jace was okay, confused and saddened by what she had witnessed, aware neither knew she had done so.

Jocelyn's finger shook as Valentine entered her home, she civilized but she was afraid. Afraid for herself and for her family. It was almost a blessing Luke was working a long shift. She only pitied Valentine if Luke knew he'd shown up at their home.

"What do you want?" Jocelyn bit out harshly, Valentine smiled.

"Time."

"What?" Jocelyn scoffed. "Now you want time with her?"

"I'll pay you whatever you want, I'll buy you a mansion." Valentine offered, his eyebrows drawn together.

"I don't want a mansion I want Jonathan." Jocelyn truly did only want her child back but she knew she wasn't the one with the power, asking for time with Clary was merely a formality. He was the most dangerous man in New York, he could force time with her if he pleased.

Valentine's faces twisted into an unreadable expression.

"Very well. Tell Clarissa I'd like to speak to her." Valentine placed a card on the table as he made his exit. "And to call me. Do that and you can have as much time with Jonathan as you desire."

Sebastian hid in his room the best he could, let's just say walking along side Clary was enough to get the press questioning why Sebastian Verlac was all of a sudden interested in a commoner. It was usually alright, people making assumptions. It was all over the media when Jace Herondale was seen with the red head but his family had no visible dirt to worry about.

The Morgenstern's however did. Jocelyn and Clary were put at risk now and he knew how poorly his father would see his decisions, so he waited quietly for his father's return in his room knowing full well he could expect a bruise or two, or more than two.

Valentine however wasn't in the mood for physical punishment.

Sebastian knew that when he heard his maid scream.

No this Valentine wanted his to experience hurt like he ever had, he wanted him to cry. The young man ran out of his room immediately, his vision blurring in panic, Valentine had a blade to Julia's throat while the woman whom was still so youthful and whose body never seemed to age clawed at his hands.

"Please." She joked out, her eyes on the monster restraining her movements.

"Jonathan, how nice of you to make an appearance. Have you any idea what you've done? People don't need to know who you are. You are Sebastian Verlac not Jonathan in the presses eyes, we cannot be identified and now because of you we might be! You ungrateful brat." The story was simple, Sebastian moved from France after his aunt died when he was 3 and was living with his second uncle on his father's side that had no reason to meet anyone involved in Sebastian life.

"Father I'm sorry." Valentine shrugged in reply, his dark eyes still thirsty for blood.

"If you can't behave, around Clary or otherwise, I'll start killing people you love are we understood. Aline's next do you understand?" Sebastian looked at Julia with heartache. He wanted to save her so desperately.

"Yes father I understand." He couldn't risk Aline's safety, she was his closest friend. She thought them cousins. The Penhallows had always shown him kindness, she especially. He wouldn't let his father harm one jet black hair on her head. Even if he had to get the Lightwoods involved.

"Good." Sebastian thought he'd let Julia go but he didn't. "Let this be a reminder." He announced before bringing his knife across her throat. Blood drenched everything as she made a joking sound. Sebastian ran forward when Valentine let go of the poor woman. She fell into his arms lifeless, he almost gagged before Valentine stormed out, letting a few tears slip for the woman he cared deeply for.

"I'm so sorry." Sebastian whispered to her.

Izzy ranted to Jace about her parents for at least the third night in a row. Claiming they were being ridiculous and should just call or make an attempt to contact him and convince him everything's okay to but they were too stubborn.

She hated it when her family fought, she liked it when everyone was home and yet no one was. At the moment it was just her and Jace. And she was sure Jace was getting sick of her voice.

"So what's going on with you and that read head?" She asked after finishing her own problems in life, bring Jace back into the real world. "You still together?"

"Nope." He responded plainly.

"What!? Why not!? She seemed nice, you liked her! You got arrested for her even!"

"Well it didn't work out."

"Or maybe Mom didn't want it to work out." Izzy announced, hands on her hips as Jace sat across from her vision on his bed, playing mindlessly with a football. He was wearing quite a boring outfit in her opinion, not that that was uncommon. A gray shirt clung to his body and he wore a loose pair of black sweats. She was much more fashionable, with a tight deep blue dress that complimented every angle of her long elegant body. Jace never understood her desire to look like a runway model. The Lightwoods all looked fabulous in everything and Izzy nor Jace were no exception.

"So what? I had my fun with her. It's over now."

"Woman aren't toys to play with and then throw away Jace." Isabelle scolded.

"Oh don't act like you don't do the same with boys you sadist." She tried to look angry and so did he but neither could stop themselves from bursting into a fit of laughter. She joined him on the bed, leaning against the headboard. When there chuckles died don't she just let out a breath.

"You liked her though, I could tell."

"Liking someone makes you weak Isabelle." Said Jace.

"You're not weak Jace, you're just an idiot. Come on, I have a plan to get that girl to forgive your dumb ass." Isabelle sprung off the bed, holding out a hand for her brother. "Come on!" She repeated harsher. Jace rolled his golden eyes but took the offered hand of the schemer.

Clary's rested her cheek on her hand while browsing the internet, searching for some explanation.

The closest result Clary found was IED, Intermitted Explosive Disorder, some of the symptoms matched but she knew only Sebastian could help her officially identify it. It was how that truly worried Clary, there were three main causes, genetic which Clary didn't think was true. Only because Valentine had seemed quite calm talking to Jocelyn despite the clear hatred in his voice and her mother had never been an aggressive person, a difference in brain patterns which wasn't so unbelievable. And environmental, she hoped for every ones sake this wasn't true. Jocelyn said Valentine was horrible, but Clary had never stopped to actually think about her claims.

After a while she closed off the subject completely, preferring to focus on her own problems. Said problems being her unusual regular vomiting. She felt like an idiot when she figured it out. Everything she typed up regarding being sick early on in the day led to morning sickness. A common result of pregnancy.

But they'd always been safe hadn't they.

"Shit!" She exclaimed, opening her window. Clary didn't think her parents would notice, prayed even, as they thought she'd gone to bed and were probably in bed themselves. A drug store was bound to be open even this late into the night.

An hour later Clary sat on a park bench her head in her hands and a feeling of aloneness overcoming her. So she went to the only person who was always there for her. And she explained everything, she told Simon about her father and mother. About Sebastian and what Jace had said to her. They'd avoided any relations to the topic of him confessing his love and for now that suited both parties.

Simon wasn't nearly as shocked by any of it, though he was definitely baffled, like he was about her announcement.

"How! How Clary! Do you know how likely it is to conceive a child after one night?!"

"No." Clary told him.

"It's like 2%!" Clary frowned at her best friend.

"I'm pretty sure that's not true, Simon calm down. I told you this because I trust you. Just… I don't know how this happened okay." Clary was panting heavily, having run all the way to Simon's after taking that stupid test.

"It's his yes?"

"Of course Simon! I'm not going around sleeping with every guy I see!" Simon raised an eyebrow in disbelief and Clary took it as a blow to the heart before scowling.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, we're getting you professionally tested! I don't trust those stupid sticks!" Simon announced, going to grab his coat.

"With what money Simon?!" Clary boomed. Simon stood there thinking as Clary frowned upset.

"I guess we should visit your Dad then yeah?" Clary's eyes widened understanding it may have been the only option they had.

Lmao I am back from the dead, this is not a drill! I repeat this is not a drill! Also I changed my name, like 5 times, I don't know why either. Just go with it. Anyhow, I have to ask whether people like the way I'm doing a human Sebastian, he'll probably become more violent now that he's lost a loved one, but he still won't be his vial demon self because this is the mundane world where he's only a little bit of a psychopath. Please share your thoughts on him or even on the story all together, feedback is always amazing! Also I hope you guys enjoyed! (Also next chapter is a seriously exciting one so I'll try put it up as soon as possible.)

-Manathiel

Tealolives: Yes I do, or I did, but this is the result. But pffft who needs one am I right? Just kidding I'll try update more frequently but certainly no promises.

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Alisha24 + Shadowfans83 + Jess + ile de beaute: I did, finally :'D

Guest: I'm so happy to hear you're anxious for more, I hope this sufficed.

: Thank you so much! I'm ecstatic to hear how much you're enjoyed my work! You're review was so kind and made my day :)

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