Summary: His hand slid under her shirt softly, "Do you want this? Do you truly want me?" Clary stared at him stunned. He pressed his body down against her's, making her blush even harder. "Well? Is this what you want?" How can he be so cruel? AU! CLARY/DEMONJACE

Fandom: The Mortal Instruments

Main Pairings: Clary/Jace

Rated: T (M in later chapters)

Genres: Drama/Romance/Angst/Fantasy!

Warnings: AU! Language, Romance, Fantasy! etc.

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE AMAZING REVIEWS, ALERTS, AND FAVORITES! It encourage me to write this chapter up. :) K here's the drama. The next chapter will be the next day, and everything will be flowing rather faster than now. We got our Jace back! XD lol This chapter is somewhat confusing, but I got it out of the way. I will be writing much more fluff with Clary and Jace etc. I do not and will not own TMI. I just own the plot and my own original characters.

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Chart:

Here's is a chart of everyone so far demon forms etc.

Julian: Cat Demon

Emma: Lion Demon

Sebastian/Jonathan: Ram Demon

Jace: Fox Demon

Simon: Dog Demon

Parabatai in this story is a bit different. Jace wants nothing to do with that with Clary, because it bounds them together till the 'master-shadowhunter' leaves or dies. To make one a parabatai, the ritual is hardly hard if you're a shadowhunter or have Shadowhunter blood in you. The shadowhunter can seal the ritual in many ways, but since Clary is new and Emma just told her a solid way to seal the ritual she took it.

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Winter's Tale

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Fever

The table was filled with empty bottles of hard liquid. Valentine Morgenstern sat in front of the said table with a half empty glass of vodka. Clarissa had just turned ten and her mother had ran off with his only son to his best friend, Luke Garroway. He should have seen this coming. The sudden visits to her parents house two times a week then turned to three to four. He barely even see his wife. Valentine shoulders slung over the chair as he hear his daughter coughing hoarsely into the night.

He didn't know what to do.

How to take care of a child.

How to raise a girl and when he tried to track his wife down, he becomes empty handed. He took another gulp of the clear liquid drowning his sorrows away with each gulp. How did his life went down so fast when Jocelyn left? He barely had the will to get up each morning and him with less clients he became broke and out of a job.

Clary coughed painfully once more. Her coughs echoed throughout the room.

Valentine drunk the last of his vodka before blacking out.

The estate was a mess when the demons left. Emma had carried Julian all by herself to a room upstairs, which always amaze Clary to no end. Her attention drew back to Jace who was still frozen upon his spot. His golden eyes wouldn't meet her own. The bodies of demons and staff was cleared by the staff of the house rather remorsefully, all of them glaring at her while doing so. Clary understood a bit on why. If she was strong. If she was not human, she could have defend this place and no one would have to die.

Clary could see the moon outside the window, shining fully inside the manor through the see through curtains. The stars in the night sky shined down upon the estate not afraid. Jace standing in front of the window not even moving a muscle looked beautiful in the night glow, that Clary had to blinked forcefully at those thoughts. She must be very tired to think of him that way. Then she blushed remembering the force kiss that she gave him half an hour ago at the Lightwood manor. His lips were cool to the touch against hers but somewhat soft that spend shivers down her spine.

"Jace?" She spoke his name softly and yet he didn't look upon her at all. There was no more rage in his stance, only something unfamiliar. Clary began to walk down the stairs but then something in her legs gave out and she soon found herself falling down the stairs. A sudden scream left her lips, closing her eyes shut waiting for the fall. She wasn't killed by demons yet but the stairs will surely claim her. A few more moments passed and she haven't felt any pain at all. Instead she felt something warm and soft embrace her tight. Clary opened her eyes weakened, from whatever spell she was on and stared up at the face of her savior. Golden eyes clashes against emerald and she felt half daze.

"What? Are you okay?" That was the only time she know of this demon to be kind. The times she witness today was the times he was either cruel or violent. This side was foreign to her. She numbly nodded her head. Her arms wrapped around the fox demon's neck trying to gain back her balance, but he still wouldn't let her go. His arms tightened around her waist as he flushed her against his body.

"I-I can walk," Clary protested weakly.

A cool touch met her forehead, and she realized that Jace unhook one of his arms from her waist.

"Damn, you're burning up." He spoke, as he picked her up within his arms once more. Her face pressed against his chest and she was ready to protest once more, but stopped when she heard a very faint beating from his chest that seemed to be very peaceful. It was smoothing to her ear and she found herself yawning into his chest. He walked upstairs and headed down the hall in a slow walk, careful not to hurt her. Which was very strange. Maybe the ritual that she done on him changed him?

"Foolish, you humans. Always getting sick, always finding away to die so easy. Always wear themselves out over the littlest things." She listened to him rumble about her kind. He stopped in front of the door that used to be his former master room. She heard him took in a deep breath before opening the door. Instead of her room meeting her, she only met darkness as she drift off to a comfortable sleep.

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It had been three days. Three full days since Clary drifted into an unease sleep. Three long days that the staff of the manor had gathered outside her bedroom door, all holding cool towels, bowls of chicken broth, and water. Simon Lewis the self made demon doctor checked her temperature every six hours while replacing the wet rag upon her head into a fresh bowl of cool water.

"Is she going to die?" Emma uttered behind him, as she stood beside Jace and Julian who woke a day before almost can heal very fast depending on the wound.

Jace glared at Emma, "I wish, but no. The bond isn't even weakening. She will live." Jace said darkly to her, before turning to the dog demon.

"When is she going to get up, dog?"

Simon glared at Jace through his glasses. He don't know much about human's medical subject, but enough to know if they would live or die. He knew how to clean non-life threatened wounds before getting inflected and how to keep a fever down. He could cure a demon from almost every illness, but a human illness? He almost have no idea in some topics. Lucky, Clary had gotten a very simple Shadowhunter sickness that he saw many times in half-shadowhunters that used too much of their powers.

"When she's well rested, fox. She used too much energy, and it will take awhile since of her linege to overcome. The best we can do is to keep her fever down and hope for the best." Simon snarled at Jace with a heated glare. Simon and Jace barely get along and so, the Wayland staff rarely invited Simon over when anyone gone ill.

Simon then glanced down at the girl and his glare softened.