Clary was waiting for Jonathan to wake up, the morning following her visit to Pandemonium, when Simon called. At least this time she was able to pick it up.
"Hey, Clary!", he greeted. Clary laughed. "Ready to finish Sailor Moon?"
"Why don't we watch something else? We must have watched Sailor Moon like, fifteen times already,", Clary suggested, making Simon laugh. "Why not one of the current animes? I've heard good things about Helsinger."
"Of course you did,", Simon replied, smiling as brightly as the sun whose warmth she could feel emanating through the curtains. It was probably midday. "I'll see if I can find it. Your house or mine?"
"My mom won't be here all summer,", Clary replied, noticing Jonathan was starting to stir awake. "I have to go, okay? See you soon."
"See you!", Simon chirped, bright as the sun Clary never saw anymore, watching Jonathan wake up lazily, drawing circles on his skin quietly. He did seem pale and underfed, and guilt wrecked over Clary's body. She had done that. She had fed on him until Jonathan was weak and malnourished, and...
And Clary felt some odd sort of pride about that, which was just plain horrifying. She was proud she had sucked someone to the point their blood tasted bad. Clary shook off the thoughts from her head and watched as Jonathan smiled to her, still half-dreaming.
"Did you fall from Heaven?", he asked, mid-yawn.
"I was raised from the dead, actually. Vampire, and all that stuff.", Clary replied, and Jonathan sat up, scratching his neck. "I'd kiss you, but your breath probably smells terrible."
"The perks of being human, I'd guess,", he laughed, and Clary cracked a smile. His smile fell, and Clary knew, almost intuitively, the next question. "Where were you? Last night, I mean."
Clary paused, trying to join words.
"You're anemic,", she started, and when Jonathan frowned, Clary shrugged. "The taste is off. So I went to see if the vampire who turned me was back at Pandemonium to give me some tips on this entire vampire thing, and uh, long story short, I met my grandsire, and he promised to give me some extra blood supply. He also told me how to solve your anemia issue."
"I'm not anemic,", was all Jonathan had to say. "And… Grandsire?"
"Like a grandfather, but for vampires, I guess. And yes you are, you're pale and taste gross.", Clary huffed, crossing her arms. Her face softened, however - she was never able to stay too mad at him - and Clary touched his face. "You're human. Humans have to replenish blood. Don't worry, it's not like I'm trading you for Simon. It's just… Blood bags. I'm going to have to heat them and drink in a mug. Probably."
"That sounds disgusting,", Jonathan laughed, leaning into her touch. His face was warm, if compared to her lack of heat. "So, what's the magical solution to my anemia?"
"You drink my blood,", Clary replied, and Jonathan separated from her touch, leaving an imprint of heat. "Just a drop or two, nothing else."
He looked at her cautiously, but nodded. Clary took a deep breath and approached her wrist from her mouth, biting into it until her teeth sank into the skin, feeling her own blood appear. She let it go of her mouth, watching as the droplets accumulated and fell, and offered it silently to him.
Jonathan looked into her eyes and leaned in, licking the skin where the blood touched, and Clary felt it oddly pleasant when he stopped for more than a brief moment on the wound she had made. When Jonathan lingered, however, Raphael's words resonated in her head - But don't give him too much, or else he'll start turning - and pulled it off, licking the wound and watching as it healed. Only when the wound was nothing but a memory, she looked at Jonathan, and had to do a double take.
He seemed healthy, as if she hadn't been drinking from him almost daily, and Clary…
Clary wanted her blood back, damn it. She kissed him, and Jonathan, even though he was surprised at first, let himself fall back. Clary, however, decided that she could do with the blood she had drunk in Pandemonium, and settled to kissing him lazily in his bed.