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: Okay, thank you all for the wonderful reviews! This is a special Halloween chapter. I hope you all like it :) I do not and will not own TMI. I just own my main characters and the plot.

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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

Magnus Bane: Cat Demon

Clary has some Shadowhunter blood within her! She looked plain and human-like so the Demon's only see that part of her.

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Winter's Tale

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Dying

Jace's eyes narrowed and soon without even blinking, he threw something between the woman's eyes. A knife. The woman went limp to the ground instantly just as Clary stumbled forward and soon she was enveloped within Jace's waiting arms.

Clary felt her entire body heated up. The comfort of Jace's arms seemed too real to be true. What was he going on about Grace anyway? Clary felt a slight ping in the back of her head, telling her that she forgotten something important.

"J-Jace? What is that?" She finally found her voice and soon his eyes softened.

"Just a shape-swifter, Grace. Nothing to worry about." Jace reassured her with a tender smile. Clary heart stoned. This wasn't the Jace she knew. This Jace was different. He was rather more affectionate. This Grace was someone good for him and Clary wondered what ever happened to her anyway. Jace expression then shifted into something much more serious.

"Do you know how many times I told you to stay inside? Demons and creatures a like roamed these parts. It's many reason why humans showed up murdered or missing." Jace lectured to the unexpected girl. The woman on the floor that looked just like her decay into a pile of ashes.

"I-I'm sorry,-"

Jace buried his head against her shoulder.

"If I arrive just a little too late, you would have been eaten. Please Grace, stay inside." He pleaded, his voice held heavy emotion. He looked up within her eyes and he paused for a mere second, before he tilted her head gently within the palms of his hands. He leaned forward and placed a small kiss upon her lips. So small and light, Clary barely even felt it. He didn't push or pressure her. He was so gentle. Her heart beating echoed loudly against her chest.

'Jace' Clary's mind rushed.

He pulled her against his chest tight.

Clary heart dropped the next second.

Jace wasn't kissing her.

He was kissing this Grace woman. The woman who stolen his heart.

The woman she wanted to be...

She hated herself. Instead of denying him, telling him the truth. She let him kiss her even more, letting him believe that she really was his Grace.

"Let me bring you back home." Jace spoke, pulling himself away from her.

Her hands tightened against his shirt.

"N-No. Please don't force me to go." Clary spoke. Her voice trembling,

"Take me to your home." She blushed.

Emma screeched loudly startling both Julian and Magnus.

"What's going on? What's happening to her?"

Julian popped down beside the sleeping Clary, her nose began to bleed. Her breathing became hallow.

Magnus looked down at the girl with such bravery with regret.

"Her body is losing." He uttered.

Emma placed the back of her hand on Clary's forehead. She hissed feeling the heat radiated from her forehead.

"She's burning up." She said,

Julian looked so lost and confused on what to do.

They can't wake her up.

They can't do anything to save her, but Emma has the look of pure determination upon her face that says otherwise.

"I'm going to try to get her fever down to normal." Emma muttered rushing off down stairs to get a cool wet rag to help Clary.

There was a pause between both Julian and Magnus, before Julian spoke in a quiet whisper.

"You knew this was going to happen."

Magnus stayed quiet.

"You knew she would die."

"I know."

"Then why?"

Something changed within Magnus's catlike eyes.

"Maybe it's because I'm a sucker of true love."

There stood two figures.

One was tall.

The other was shorter.

The two stared at each other with a look of hate.

"I see you came for her Valentine. Just like you're demonic son." The werewolf spoke harshly at his ex former best friend.

Valentine rolled his eyes at the werewolf.

"Stand aside, Luke. I need to see my wife."

"Wife no longer. She's mine. You're spawn done enough damage to her as it is." Luke hissed. Valentine looked troubled for a moment.

He then took out his stele.

"If you don't move aside, then I have no choice to-"

"STOP!"

A voice shouted out to them both.

Jocelyn stood before them shaking.

Her vivid red-haired shined in the moonlight.

"Jocelyn, my dear. Beautiful as ever."

Her eyes hardened at her husband's words.

"What do you want Valentine? I know of your secret." She splatted.

There was a huge scar visible by her neckline straight up to her forehead. It looked rather angry and violent and Valentine could only guess who had done it to her.

"I came to tell you I'm sorry. I love you."