A.N — Alright, I hadn't meant to add on to this, but thinking about what I'd done in Valentine's Brood, and how popular it was, made me reconsider. This one is a bit longer, and doesn't have quotes, but overall I think it's alright.

She dreamed about him, sometimes. She could feel his hands on her again, pinning her down, his tongue in her throat and the crazy croon of his voice in her ear.

She'd wake up in a panic, a scream building in her throat before she realized where she was. It would take several moments for her heart to stop pounding wildly and to get her hyperventilating under control. It's all right, she would whisper to herself. It's all right. He's not here. But Jace is. Jace is here, and so are you, and we're all safe.

For now.

And she feared that feeling, the feeling of for now, and because she feared it, she hated it. She hated the uncertainity of their lives, hated the heavy circles under her mother's and Luke's eyes, hated the anxiety in the air of the Institute. Mostly, though, she hated Sebastian. Jonathon. Her brother.

It was odd, she supposed, in the way she and Sebastian viewed their filial relationship. In their words and their thoughts, they considered themselves half-siblings, although they knew they had both come from the same set of parents. Morgenstern and Fairchild, they were, perhaps (at least now) the only two who could claim such strong ties to both families. Not that she wanted to be a Morgenstern, anymore than he wanted to be a Fairchild. To him, Fairchilds were weak and foolish and died easily, and to her, Morgensterns were deranged, brutal, and bloodthirsty.

She tasted blood when she woke up, sometimes. Perhaps she had bitten her tongue or her lip in the course of sleep, surely that was the only thing that made sense. But the coppery, bitter taste would just remind her again of her nightmares, and she had to stop herself from throwing things around and screaming until her lungs burst, because no one knew yet what had almost been done to her, and really no one needed to know. Everyone knew how demonic and evil and crazy Sebastian was, so really, what was the point in speaking up? It would just make everyone worry and fuss over her and maybe pity her, which she would not be able to stand.

But it was hard not to tell, this secret that was driving her crazy. She wondered if she would know if, and when she went crazy. Would the Morgenstern insanity envelope her, too, one day? Would her soundness of mind just leave one day, out the window, never to be seen again? The idea frightened her to no end, and because it frightened her, she hated it.

But if she could fear and hate so easily, was she really any different? She was a Morgenstern; that blood ran through her veins. They called her angel girl; so had the first Morning Star been. And everyone knew what happened to Morning Stars.

They fall.

A.N — I don't quite like this as much as Sebastian's, but I'm not sure how else to word this. The beginning felt better to me, but ah well. Let me know what you guys think; I'll put Jace's part up soon