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Warning: mentions of rape, brutality and incest are present.
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SEBASTIAN'S POV
Sebastian opens the large heavy door that leads down into the basement with a loud squeak. He heads down the wooden steps that wind their way into Clarissa's room. He knows that she's been sleeping most of the day, and she'll be ready for the night he's planned for her.
Sebastian reaches the bottom of the staircase and heads towards Clarissa's bed. He's stopped short by the almost inaudible groan that escaped her lips. That groan alone could have given him a full hard-on if it wasn't for the fact that she was currently bleeding to death on the post of her bed.
Damn. This was not good, how could he have been so stupid not to assume she would try and prove the healing runes powers by hurting herself?
He rushes to her side and places his index and middle finger just below her jaw on the right side. Her skin is slightly colder than it was the night before, but he detects a faint pulse jumping beneath her skin.
The logical thing to do here would be to perform an actual high end healing wound on her, the only problem is that he had set up wards all around the house to protect against all runes other than the one on her palm.
The only thing left for him to do was to take her upstairs and out of the house to let her heal. It was the only way. Even if it caused the angel boy to find her sooner than he hoped.
He gently grabs Clarissa's sides and slowly lifts her with ease off of the metal bed post, leaving a trail of dark red blood behind. He holds her tight to his chest and sprints up the wooden stairs.
JACE'S POV
The message in blood written over the dead woman's body took only seconds to identify as Jonathan's work. The way he sliced her stomach, the way he left her body slumped in pain, it practically screamed his name, and leaving his initials under the message almost seemed ostentatious.
If this message was left by him like Alec, izzy, and him now knew it was, then he had to be nearby.
But even though they knew he had been here moments ago to leave the message, who knew what kind of power he had, for all they knew he could be in Idris by now.
That was the part that terrified Jace the most, the feeling of helplessness. It's been a week since she's been gone, and who knows what has been happening to her or where she is.
"We should go. He could be watching us." Jace says to Izzy and Alec, because there is nothing more he could say.
Alec and Izzy had taken the women's pulse. But it turns out there wasn't one to take.
"We have to let the clave know." Izzy says sombrely.
"No. We get rid of the message and we call the police anonymously. No one finds out about this." He says, because if the clave knew then they wouldn't let him look for her. They wouldn't approve.
"But Jace, we don't-" she starts to reason but he cuts her off, "Izzy, we have to save her. I know the risks, you and Alec sure as hell don't have to help, but Izzy... I have to save her." He says, his voice cracking on the last sentence.
She nods, and looks to Alec. He nods, and Jace has never been so grateful.
That night he didn't sleep. He felt a nagging in his head that told him it was finally safe to sleep, but he fought against it.
He felt as though he could feel Clary on the edge of his mind, trying to come to him, but he also knew it was wishful thinking.
Before he knew it, the sun had risen. He let tears fall down his cheeks for the first time in nine years. Because he was so worthless that he couldn't even protect the love of his life.
He let them fall until the sun set. Because he couldn't make himself get up and fail Clary again.
His eyes were hooded when Izzy stepped into his room holding a tray that most likely held a bowl of gut wrenching soup made by herself.
"Jace, you have to eat. You can't save clary if you starve yourself." She says.
"Well then set it down. No use in standing there and letting it get cold." He says, trying to act semi-calm for the moment being.
"Good." She says, sounding like a mother coddling her sick child. It was almost funny enough to make him laugh. Almost.
"Thanks, Iz." Jace says. He takes a spoonful of the mystery liquid and places it into his mouth.
At the exact moment he swallows the soup, the worst pain he's ever felt in his life hit his abdomen. Like something impaled itself into him. He screams, twisting in his bed and knocking over the soup.
"Jace, stop playing around, I'm sure it doesn't taste that bad." Izzy says with an annoyed grin on her face.
Jace wheezes and chokes, shaking his head at Izzy. The pain doesn't relieve itself as it dawns on Izzy that he isn't playing around.
"ALEC! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING TO JACE! BRING YOUR STELE! HELP!" Izzy screams behind her back to Jace's open door.
She lifts up his shirt from the bottom to reveal his defined abdomen with a deep purple and black bruise the size of a fist spreading on his skin. It looked as if someone stabbed him with a post, without a hole.