I want to start this off, with a huge, enourmous, bigger than all the universes out there, apology. Seriously. You don't know how freaking sorry I am for going all MIA milk-carton child on you guys. Super sorry. I just went through a really hard time in the past few months and I couldn't write. Lack of inspiration, and just over-all a crappy attitude on my part. I really hope you understand and forgive me. Anyways...

SHOUTOUTS: AnnaW14, no she was not hallucinating. But I re-read and it totally seemed that was, so I tried to fix it? Maybe let me know? Anyways thank you for telling me, Clary's kinda crazy and I wanted to portray that in the way I wrote the scenes, after all it is from her point of view, but please let me know if I go overboard. Literally. Say, "You've jumped ship" and I'll dial it down. Thank you for being such a loyal reviewer, and reader, and I hope you haven't totally forgotten this story and are still reading this. *Wipes a bead of sweat off forehead* Whoo, that was a lot. LOVERGIRL: I feel as if I have totally failed you, because I did not "update soon". Please still keep reading this and I hope you understand my situation, I will try to get one up every 1-2 weeks. Thank you as well for being an amazing reader and I hope you keep doing so. To, Guest: again, sorry for not doing so. Please forgive me *sheepish smile* and Harpreet Judge: Thank you again for your input and I'm glad you like this adaptation, it's really far off from TMI so...

Holy sweet mother of jesus, that (not-so-little) rant is finally over, I hope you enjoy.

After all, I'm sincerely sorry for the wait!

Clary almost relished in the press of cool metal against her temple, it reminded her of Jace's lips against his weapon, which made her fantasize about his lips on her. Her cheek. And then her neck. And oh...

She let out a pleasured sigh as the man behind her pulled the gun away just to bite it into her skin once again. A dribble of blood ran down the side of her face and she licked her lips. Turning in this man's not-so-constricting arms she felt the gun scrape along her forehead. The man pressed it against her skin. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "I'm guessing that's not a toy?" she teased, not answering his question.

The tension that had built inside her was aching to be released, and she saw an opportunity when it arose. This man, with his crooked nose and mismatched coloured eyes, was not going to live past the hour. She was just enjoying the game that came with his death. Knowing she had a gun holstered in the hidden waistband of her leggings gave her a boost of confidence, and in the anticipation of the kill she was able to eagerly flip through a modicum of ways to use it. Ways Jace taught her. Jace.

Growing even more frustrated she felt the man push her towards the nearest door. "Get in!" he said gruffly.

"Go into where?" Clary drawled back with a little smirk on her lips. She loved playing these games. Loved finding what made people tick. "There's quite a variety of doors in which I could enter..." She looked over her shoulder to wink at him playfully. He growled, actually growled, and shoved her so hard towards the wall that she collapsed against it.

"Watch what you say, little girl," Crooked-Nose's voice appeared from behind her back. How dare he? How dare he?!

She was not a little girl!

Enough of the games.

Just kill him already.

She licked her lips to make way for a face-splitting grin. In a flash, quicker than she knew she could move, Clary grabbed the gun and slid her finger over the trigger, firing blindly as she whirled around to face Crooked-Nose. He collapsed on the ground with a gurgle, she'd shot him right over the heart. Another smile appeared on her face as she took the sorry sight in. Blood pooled in a lake around his bulky frame, mismatched eyes shooting both hatred at her and pleading for her to make the pain end. She crouched beside him and leaned towards his ear, enjoying the way her voice was low with excitement and blood-lust. She pressed her gun to his temple. Its metal just brushed her cheek. "This," she nudged his head with the weapon, "is certainly not a toy." and with a deafening blast his skull shattered with the next gunshot. As Clary reared away during the kickback she rubbed at her ear, her other hand coming up to try and wipe some of the blood off of her face, finding her hearing off center.

It must have been the proximity to the shot...

Maybe she should have thought that through more...

Maybe, you idiot!-

A slew of slow claps interrupted her from indulging in her thoughts. Twisting around she watched as Jace stepped from the shadow he had been waiting in. "Very nice..." he drawled mockingly. "You even fit a demeaning line in there before blowing his brains across the floor.` I must commend you..."

She sneered back at him, slightly offended he didn't like the one-liner she threw in at the end. It was to impress him, after all. "Oh, shut it. I just made a man twice my size feel more infinitesimal than a flea before I ended his life..." she swung her gun to aim at his chest. "I can do the same to you, as well." Jace's eyes just darkened. With anger or lust, maybe disgust, she couldn't tell. But there was this something twisting in those golden depths that made the frustrated feeling inside her build up higher and higher. Her breaths were coming out in pants. Licking her suddenly dry lips all she could think about was licking his. She wanted to test Jace, wanted to see what she could to him, so he could show her all the dark and desirable things he could do to her. She promised herself that she would think about it later when a door in front of the pair swung open.

Clary's daze didn't exactly break, but changed into a clear fog, making all her future actions deliberate and precise. She quickly jumped from her kneeling position so she stood, and pointed her gun at the new man's unsuspecting chest. That's when she got a good look at him...and froze as if he were Medusa.

He looked like her father. Hair as white as snow, though instead of the shaggy locks her father had adorned atop his head, this man wore his slicked back into a style one would see on an expensive millionaire, so thickly applied with gel that Clary could see comb marks. His eyes, black and pitiless, were what really shocked her though. They were solitary and isolated, but lit up with startled curiosity the moment he saw her. "Is that..." His eyes narrowed so one could see where his crow's feet would be in a decade or two. "Jocelyn?"

What did he just say?

She hadn't expected that.

Jocelyn? Jocelyn?!

Clarissa knew she looked like her mother, her father used to beat her because of the constant memory, but she didn't resemble her that closely.

"No," the man murmured and despite the piece of weaponry she held at a fatal aim toward his chest he took a step towards her. "Jocelyn is dead...but you..." his eyes lit up with recognition as he too remember that night. When he crept into her room and tried to use her like he did her mother.

This was the man that had stolen her first kiss and thrust her into the real world.

Clary didn't hesitate to pull the trigger of her gun again, triumph flooding through her veins as the cool metal willing succumbed to the force of her finger. She could just see his blood painting the walls, feel the victory as he fell to the ground and shuddered his last breath. This man, this Jonathan would beg for death until he realized she would never show him the mercy. The fantasy was almost euphoric, tingling her nerves with anticipation. This, right here, was what she had been waiting to do her entire life.

But all that happened was a click, signaling an empty barrel.

No...

"No..." she heard herself whisper before Jonathan darted back into the room behind him. Jace appeared suddenly at her side, she couldn't remember where he'd been situated the entire length of the stare down, and Isabelle and Alec rushed from the shadow they had previously hid in. Jace was pushing her, the siblings had already taken off down the hallway and disappeared around the corner. Stumbling in a daze Clary let Jace pull her with him. Just as they turned the corner and confronted the force of the party, Clary saw Jonathan and two other men, along with a woman, rush into the hall. Like a movie put on play again, all the lights and pounding music rushed into Clary's system and she hurtled herself through the throng of the crowd on the staircase, making it down with Jace by her side. Before she knew it they were sprinting down the long driveway and Clary threw herself into the open backseat of Jace's car. Isabelle and Alec took off down the road s soon as Jace dove into the vehicle, landing on top of Clary, kicking the car door closed. Isabelle and Alec started to murmur unintelligibly as Clary lost track of time and space once again.

Jace's hair whipped hazardously across his forehead as he stared down at her, his eyes so bright with excitement that they shone like twin stars. His hands rested beside her head and caged her in, and she liked it. She could imagine them in this position under different circumstances and Clary didn't know where the images in her mind were coming from, but they flicked some switch in her that made her eyes hood dangerously. Slowly, like magic, Jace's eyes darkened into a deep brown, the amber fading as the spark in them turned into a different kind of flame. His lips parted and Clary felt his chest as his breathing accelerated and for once her mind was quiet.

Maybe the dirty thoughts had taken up too much room.

She felt her hand rise and cup the back of his neck, pulling his ear down so it could meet her lips. She didn't know what was controlling her at the moment, just that the heat between them, and the tingling in her abdomen were so completely new sensations and she couldn't get enough. She pressed a slow and open kiss underneath his jaw and felt the shudder that rang through his body, and to hell with her if she didn't shudder a little bit as well. Her next kiss was just below his ear, and she dared herself to taste his skin, and running her tongue over the sensitive patch there she found she was right in guessing that it would taste good. A little nip at the same spot and he audibly moaned. And he moaned loud. The vibration of the sound right next to her ear ran through her body to vibrate in other places. So many, good, other decided to tease him just a little bit more, nipping at his ear lobe which released a groan, before she turned to whisper sweetly in his ear.

"You should probably be reprimanding me right now. I've messed the mission up."

His hands ran slowly across her shoulder then, and down her front where they skipped slowly across her collar bone and left a hot trail in their wake. He just lightly teased the front of her chest which made her shiver and tense for reasons she couldn't explain, and she tensed even more as his hand tickled her stomach and swooped dangerously low towards her waistband. Disappointingly, they dived around to her hips and he stroked her skin through the thin fabric of her pants. "And how should I punish you, Red?" his voice was low and deep and husky and so so sexy, that she groaned ever-so-lightly in return.

She opened her mouth to reply when Isabelle's cut her off and returned the pair to the real world. "On your on time in a private place! Eugh" she shuddered and turned around in the passenger seat to glare at them. "Don't be so disgustingly open and please...please...learn the term NO PDA! Jesus Christ..." she turned back around in her seat with a huff. "If I wanted to listen to verbal foreplay in my car I would have bought the audio book of 50 Shades of Grey. Keep your hands to yourselves!"

Jace leaned back seemingly unaffected, though Clary took her time sitting up and recovering from the intensity of what just happened. It was all...it was just...like...

Holy shit...

Exactly.

"It's actually my car, Iz" Jace replied and reclined in his seat. Isabelle threw her hands in the air and turned around again, and Clary was happy that this glare was pointing directly at Jace.

If looks could kill...

"That is beside the point, Jace!"She breathed out. "I don't want to listen to you and your latest toy turn each other on, God knows I've suffered long enough."

Clary couldn't help but wonder what she meant by that. Suffered long enough...did Isabelle mean she like Jace and had to suffer through watching their whole ordeal. Or maybe Jace just had a lot of girl around. All the time. The thought made her fists clench.

Jealousy is a lack of self-confidence...

And she didn't even know these girls...were they pretty? Were they smart? Did they whisper in his ear and make him moan like she did?

Jealousy of people you haven't met is even worse...

Clary calmed herself by looking into the night and gazing at the stars, wondering where in the world they were going as they continued down the country road. A few minutes later, when they had not yet came across any building, Clary voiced her concerns. "Where are we headed?"

No fear rang in her voice, no apprehension, she made sure she seemed purely curious, though a tug of hesitation pulled at her heart. What if they were going to kill her? For messing up the mission?

Silence filled the car and the probability of her first thought was growing when finally Alec spoke up. "We're taking you to the Lightwood Mansion." he glared at her through the rear view mirror.

What's his problem?

Isabelle, gratefully, explained further. "We think you have a lot of potential...so we're going to help you. Jace mentioned the training and we thought, since we have better facilities, it might benefit you more to...come with us...stay with us...instead."

She's sweet for a ruthless killer...

Clary though only turned to Jace, because the thought that he'd be leaving her made her chest feel dark and heavy. She didn't understand that though. She was, after all, still getting trained to be an assassin.

Jace just grinned wildly. "I'm still doing the training though. I'm our best fighter." he smirked. Isabelle snorted and turned around to wink at Clary. "But he can't strategize worth shit."

Jace sneered at her, in an affectionate manor and she wished suddenly that she had that kind of relationship with someone. She'd never had a sibling bond,or one of even friendship, since she was 8. "At least my cooking doesn't taste like shit." Jace retorted.

"At least I look better than a pile of shit" Isabelle remarked and leaned back even more to glare at Jace. He laughed in her face.

"Apparently someone shit all over your mirror, because you haven't seen yourself today!"

"Apparently your brain has turned to shit, because that was a shitty dis."

"Not as shitty as your fac-" Clary cut them off as the mansion filled her view, wrought iron gates left open to a gaping courtyard, grass shimmering in the dark, giving way to a sparkling fountain and a looming building as tall and beautiful as a cathedral. Compared to her shack back home...well...who could blame her for muttering her next words aloud.

"Holy shit."

Okay, again super sorry for the wait...damn I hope you all are still reading this story...heh :S sorry. So next up it'll be focusing on the relationship between Clary and Jace. All alone in a big training room. With a mansion for them to romp around in...anyways stay tuned. They found one of her mothers 'killers' so they'll also be focusing on strategizing...I can just hear Jace sigh.

Question: How'd you like the shit-off? I thought I'd throw some humor in here while I can...

PLEASEEEEE KEEP READING! -Lovestory.