Hey, here's some much needed shoutouts: LOVERGIRL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STILL READING AND REVIEWING! It means so much, you don't even know. anon thanks you for your compliment, I also imagine an incredibly dark Clary when I do the voice. To the three guests I love it when people to tell me to update, it makes me want to so much more, and thank you for the compliment. It makes me smile when I hear that people like this story. And to lindsayhonaker, thank you so much, I'm happy to see another reader and it makes me so happy that you all like this story :)

Anyways, I hope you keep reading and I sincerely hope you enjoy this. Warning: swearing and themes that imply...certain things basically this whole,short little chapter... don't read if it will make you uncomfortable please...

Clary made sure to keep her face neutral as the group lead her into the Lightwood's...house? She supposed that was the purpose of the cathedral-like building. Shelter. And so in the end...it was a house. A beautiful house. Clary had a weakness for beautiful things, she wanted to run her hands over the surface, see if its beauty would rub off under the oil of her fingers. Take a butterfly for example, if you even so much as grabbed the wing the oil of your hands would impair the little creature from ever flying again. The pores would clog, the insect would die, and it would no longer be beautiful. She ran her fingers over the stone entryway and found this was not at all like a butterfly. This very much like a...well...house.

"Now listen up,"Isabelle said as she lead the way inside the house. "We have a couple extra rooms that you can, you know, take your pick of the litter and everything, and we'll get all your things from Jace's place tommoro-" Clary instantly cut her off.

"I have nothing at Jace's that I would want."

Isabelle smirked and swooshed her eyebrows up and down. "Sassy, are we? Good. You'll need fire in you for what's coming your way tomorrow." She turned her back to Clary as she strode up a marvelous stone staircase situated to their left, only pausing slightly in her steps as she called back "Training begins at 12 o'clock tommorow afternoon, I'll leave suitable clothes with Jace." and was gone.

Clary turned to the boy of topic, who, unlike Alec's immediate disappearance, still stood next to her. "So, Red," he started towards a staircase to their right. Clary scurried to catch up with his long strides.

Very muscular legs, a nice profile too...so gorgeous...

Clary almost smiled to herself. That was something she could agree with. Jace was beautiful to the nines. As he pulled ahead and lead her up the stairs he spoke with a light voice. "I suggest you take up a room next to mine, after all it will be more efficient when you come over and you won't end up waking Alec. He's always in a piss poor mood when he doesn't get enough sleep-" Clary quickly cut him off. What was he talking about?

Oh no...this bastard better not be trying to imply what he is...

"What do you mean?" She asked wondering why there was this little ache inside her chest telling her she didn't want to know. Jace didn't answer her until they pulled onto a small landing, to their left stretched a long hallway-in which he indicated two rooms side-by-side (his and hers)- and to their right sat a simple door. He turned to her with a confused look.

"I mean when we finish what we started..." his tone was almost mocking, no, patronizing.

Clary tried to shake the confusion out of her head. Or rather, into her head. Because in a way she knew exactly what he meant...he was going to use her...for sex...like her mother."What did we start?" she forced out. Jace's face turned into an indifferent mask.

With a sigh and a chuckle that didn't really didn't sound amused, he gritted his next sentence between his teeth. "You mean to tell me...that you teased me back there, and didn't intend to fuck me later..."

A shiver ran down Clary's spine as she heard that word. God, it was so hot. She'd imagined a man saying that to her before when she'd heard Jocelyn screaming it from down the hall. She'd imagined saying it to a man...fuck me...take me...and never thought the effect could be this great.

But it was great indeed.

She didn't know what that was in her stomach, coiling around like a snake let loose after years of being trapped. She didn't understand why she throbbed in places she didn't know she had. And she knew she needed something, very badly, but she couldn't fathom what it was. Every body part started to hum in a different tune, stronger in places than it was in others, and she felt suddenly like an orchestra. One that Jace was composing.

"Listen, Red," Jace continued when Clary didn't answer him back immediately, too consumed by this thing taking over her body and how, spectacularly, the rhythm increased every syllable he uttered. "You aren't anything special to me...okay...which means no touching if no sex is involved."

What did he just say?"

"What did you just say?" she accused flatly. The ache in her chest from before seemed so dull and pointless compared to the bright inferno igniting her everything at this moment. Because...oh god, if he really wanted sex, would he take her right here...? Throw her against the door and kiss her senseless. Clary swallowed hard and tuned into what Jace was saying.

"I'm saying there will be no relationshi-" Clary cut him off quickly, not really understanding what he was pointing out. She didn't want a relationship. Was that what he thought she wanted. She gazed into his eyes and found that, yes, he thought she wanted something...special.

Boy was he wrong.

Besides the fact she couldn't have a relationship for the sake of fleeing purposes...well...at the moment she just wanted the snake inside her body to be satisfied.

And it was hungry.

"I don't want a relationship." she said, but Jace obviously didn't believe her. That's when it hit her. He really was going to ask her earlier if she was going to whore around for him. If she would have sex in intervals, at his command, like a prostitute. Like a slut. Like her mother.

That bastard...

Clary slapped him, and slapped him hard, across his face, her hand flying before she could stop it. And then without warning her feet took her to the room Jace had pointed out and her hands closed the door behind her. She could faintly her his furious shout from behind the door, "RED!"

Clary sat down in bed angry, confused, and frustrated...so damn frustrated...and wanting to hear Jace yell her name...her real name.

OK so since schools back I obviously haven't had a time to write and this is a filler (COMPLETE FILLER- there was like nothing going on whatsoever) that showcased Clary's schizophrenic mind-set.

Yes, that's right, she is totally supposed to sound confusing and crazy. Sorry if you don't like it, tell me to tone it down. Really. It won't hurt me. All-in-all I'm a little dissapointed in this one but I'll try to get the next one up ASAP.

Sorry again for the wait, love you all, lovestory112.