Clary woke up in the bed she has been sleeping in for the past three years, Jace hadn't found her yet and she has given up hope. She was so strong when she was first brought to this place, determined that Jace was going to find her again a nd take her away from this place before Jonathan could ever lay his hands on her again. She was so wrong and naive back then, now she knew the truth, Jace wasn't ever coming and no matter how much it disgusted her she belonged to Jonathan.
Over the years Jonathan has been plotting a big attack in which he was going to end the clave's rule once and for all. His plan was actually quite elaborate, and he had a great chance of succeeding. He doesn't tell her everything yet but as time has passed he has come to trust her. Who would she tell anyway, she only ever sees Jonathan and disgusting demons.
She has tried to use her powers to create a rune that will get her out of here, but Jonathan hired a dark warlock that casts a spell every few months that prevents her from using them. No matter how hard she tries to break it she can't and this makes her feel even more defeated. That wasn't even the worst part, she doesn't even try to fight Jonathan anymore.
What's the point no one was coming to save her and the result of her fighting is her ending up in more pain, so she might as well just give in. She sighed and got up out of bed and headed towards her private bathroom, she requested to have her own room about a year ago. Jonathan agreed because he said that he felt like they needed their privacy.
She knew he only said that because he was going to be hiding things that involved his great plan in there and didn't want her to see, she didn't care. She immediately got in the shower after relieving herself, and relaxed in the steady down pouring of the warm water. She knew she didn't have long before he came for her like he did every morning, sometimes he would send a servant to come get her but as of late he has been coming himself.
She reached for her coconut scented shampoo and gently massaged it into her scalp, her curls were curling around her fingers in intricate circles. She stepped back under the spray of water to rinse and did the same with conditioner and body wash until she was finished. She then stepped back under the water and closed her eyes letting the soothing feel of the heat run down her face.
She got lost to the feeling and jumped almost two stories when she felt strong arms wrap around her. She instantly tended when she realized who it must be, he leaned his head down into the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder, and inhaled deeply. His chest vibrated as he let out a satisfactory growl.
He ran his hands over her body his rough palms making their way to her heated core. She hated that he made her feel this way, her body was always ready for whatever pleasures he had in store for her but her mind was never willing. He slowly slid his pointer finger into her womanly folds and searched for her sweet bundle of nerves that always made her cry out on contact.
As soon as the tip connected with her clit she moaned and her eyes began to tear up. He smiled against her skin and continued his assault upon her body. While one of his hands toyed with her nether regions his other pulled and tugged seductively at her nipple. Her breathing became hitched and she bucked against his hand trying to persuade him to go a little faster. She accepted the fact that she responded to his actions long ago, but she never felt great about the way she acted during the sex.
He didn't speed up like she wanted instead he pulled back and stepped away from her, she whimpered and reached out for him, then mentally scolded herself for doing so. She turned around and looked at him, he gave her a mischievous smile before saying the first thing he has spoken since he got in here.
"Breakfast is ready, and even though I would rather continue with our actions, you need sustenance." She nodded and turned off the water before stepping out and grabbing a towel. She glanced over to see Jonathan already halfway dressed and walking out the door. He called over his shoulder that he would meet her down there before disappearing out the door.
She shook her head and opened her closet, she had a lot of new clothes well not really new anymore, but Jonathan had picked them all out and he had expensive taste. It was nothing that she would pick for herself but he forbid her from wearing jeans, shorts or T-shirts, and when she disobeys him it usually ends with her sprawled out on the floor bleeding, with Jew bruises to add to the old ones.
He hadn't hit her in weeks though, the last time she was punished was because she had interrupted him during one of his meetings to ask if it was alright for her to go to the library. She has to ask permission before entering any room, or basically doing anything. The result of her doing that was her sitting in the bath nursing sore bones and giant ugly bruises that were littered over her small frame.
She picked out a black dress that fell to the ground and flowed out from her waist in sheer fabric. The top part of the dress fit her from snugly, but was made of stretchable fabric. She put on a small over coat that stopped by her breasts and then slipped on black flats to match. She put her wild fiery hair in a tight bun and let two strands hang down by her face.
Jonathan forbid her to wear makeup he said that her natural beauty was better than what any cheap makeup could make her look like. She wasn't ever really fond of makeup anyway but when he said that it made her want to wear it more often, of course she didn't though. She looked at her from in the mirror and let tears fall down her face at what she saw, she really was bent under his will and there was nothing she could do about it. She silently headed towards the door and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen to eat. It was hard for her to walk down the stairs, and she had to hold on to the railing sometimes but she always made it down. She smiled and she felt a pain in her stomach when she smelled bacon, she was really craving that lately, she always loved bacon.
She walked into the kitchen and sat down across from Jonathan, he looked up from his papers giving her a fleeting glance before going back to his reading. She sat down and instantly picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it letting loose a private moan of satisfaction.
"Well what the fuck do you see?" Jace growled at Magnus, he had called them there to tell them that he probably has a lead on Jonathan's whereabouts. Right now they were watching as Magnus performed a spell that would hopefully reveal his location. Jace couldn't wait to get his hands on him, it has been three years and there is no way he is giving up not now.
He will admit there were plenty of times when he wanted to just stop and call everything off, and just sit in his room and wallow in self pity, but when they got a confirmed sighting of Jonathan a month ago, he returned with his eagerness to find Clary with a fervor. He could only imagine what she has been through these past years, everyone told him that it was probably time to move on. That if Clary was even alive, what made him think that she hadn't turned evil yet.
Jonathan still had the mortal cup he had the power to make Clary turn against her will if he wished. Jace as stubborn as ever persisted to shake his head and ignore what they were saying. He knew Clary her will was strong and she would never do something like that, she would continue to fight until she couldn't, and then she will come home where she belongs.
All he needs to do is find her first, a feat that was proving to he impossible. Isabelle was one of the few that has stuck by him through all of this and she still hasn't given up. He looked over at her where she stood on the corner talking to Simon, he smiled and looked around the entire room, everyone that was present were the ones that never have up looking.
He knew that eventually they were going to find her, he just hoped it was sooner rather than later, and that she was still alive and well. He gulped thinking about that, it was a possibility that Jonathan had tired of her and the disposed of her but he never liked to think about that he likes to just focus on the positives.
He looked up suddenly when Magnus gave a whoop of Victory, he and everyone else in the room rushed forward. Magnus looked up with a light shining in his eyes, "he is in Italy, he is on a land that is full of dark energy. That explains why he was hidden from my view for so long, but if we go now we might have a chance he won't be expecting us." Jace was so happy he could kiss the warlock, but he refrained knowing that Alec would beat him to bloody pulp if he dared.
Jace looked up at everyone and said, "what are we waiting for let's go rescue my woman!" Then walked towards the door and smiled when he heard Clary's mother say she isn't a possession I have no idea why men always insist to say woman instead of the girls name. Luke chuckled and they followed only to part ways so Luke could gather his pack. Everyone was in high spirits since they had found the location and they were full of hope.
Jace, Isabelle, Simon, and Alec headed towards the institute to gather weapons, while Luke, and Jocelyn went to get the pack, and Magnus stayed back to see if he could find anything that would be helpful in his book. With everyone having something to do they set out ready for anything.
Clary walked up to her room, she was tired and she wanted to take a nap, she had gotten permission from Jonathan because he said he had things to take care of. She laid down one her bed and looked up at the ceiling, she could feel her lids begin to droop, but she held back. She wasn't ready to go to sleep just yet, she had a feeling something was about to happen but she wasn't sure what it was.
She was on edge and she was scared that if she allowed herself the slumber she wishes to have she will miss something big. Nevertheless her body soon made her succumb to a much needed rest, that's all she did was sleep lately.
Jonathan smiled he had just felt a giant ripple in the surrounding area of his hideout, so Jace had finally found him. It took him three years and he was way too late, Clary was his now and when Jace saw her he will know that it is true. She still hasn't come to love him, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was that he was finally going to get to kill Jace and have Clary his for good.
She still clung to the hope that Jace will eventually rescue her, but once she sees his dead body in a pool of blood at his feet, she will realize how foolish that hope was. He gestured with his hands to the people and demons that were armed around him, to get ready for battle they nodded and got into the stance, he followed suite shortly after. Then when the door busted down and he saw Jace accompanied by the lightwoods, and the warlock, as well as a vampire. The one that really caught his attention was the pack of werewolves that surrounded someone he really hated, his mother.
His face twisted into a snarl and he gave the motion that made his surrounding soldiers surge forward and soon the whole room was filled with the cries of battle. There was only one person in particular he sought out and when he found him he rushed at him. Jace immediately turned around and changed his sword against Jonathan's. Jonathan gave a ruthless smile and pushed against Jace's sword causing Jace to stumble back a few feet. Jonathan advanced forward giving him no time to recover, he lifted his sword upwards and rushed it downwards to which Jace rolled out if the way narrowly escaping the blow.
Jonathan normally would have been trying to prolong the fight so he could savor his victory but he just wanted Jace dead, now! He growled at Jace and swiftly got behind him surged his weapon forward, almost hitting him but Jace evaded the hit yet again. Jonathan was getting really annoyed now and he lost all his senses to a blind rage. He no longer could see what he was doing his vision had clouded over and he knew he had just lost control of his inner demon.
Clary awoke to the sound of battle cries and she wondered what was going on, then hope filled her, had Jace finally found her. She scrambled out of bed and hurriedly made her way down, she could see over the balcony that the fight had been going on for a while. People from both sides were starting to sag and grow lazy in there fight, she saw her mom, and nearly burst from joy, then right in the middle she saw Jace fighting Jonathan.
Jace looked tired while Jonathan's eyes were completely black, and he was fighting vigorously. She got a sinking feeling in her gut, she knew that look and she was frightened for Jace's life, but most of all if Jace lost then she would be stuck her with Jonathan forever.
A shiver went through her body at the thought, she looked down just in time to see Jonathan almost taking Jace's head off his shoulders, she sucked in a breath and screamed, "JACE!" As loud as she could.
Jonathan looked up and that one little moment cost him, cause Jace pushed his sword upwards and stabbed Jonathan in the heart. He fell to the ground clutching his chest as black blood oozed through his fingers, his eyes never left hers and he mouthed one simple word before dying "why?" She barely spared him a glance, all his followers had disappeared when he had took his final breath.
She looked down at Jace and he was looking up at her in disbelief and anger, she knew this was going to happen. He isn't going to accept her, she looked at everyone else and they looked equally astonished, her mom had tears in her eyes and she had a hand clutched at her heart. Jace then started towards hher with malice in his eyes, she backed up and put a protective hand over her stomach, there was nobody in this world that was going to harm her child, regardless of who the father was.
So yeah I hope you liked that little twist to the ending, and I know I haven't updated in a while but I started on another story and that has had most of my attention, but I haven't forgotten this one and I won't abandon it. So please review and tell me what you think. BYE :)