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Jonathan had to put a lot of restraint into not breaking the shadowhunters neck. It would raise too many questions to how he found Idris without a guide.
So as he pounced on the unsuspecting shadowhunters back, He decided his point of attack. He collided with the shadowhunter and wrapped his arm around his neck, blocking his air pipes.
As the shadowhunter struggled to breathe, by clawing at Jonathans arm, Jonathan felt his attempts weaken till he went still.
Jonathan quickly released him, making sure that he was still breathing before dragging the unconscious form behind a shrub, behind a few trees. He then quickly drew two runes. One to paralyze the shadowhunter and another to silence him.
He then began to wait for Sebastian. He started to realize that Sebastian might only be a kid or maybe the Penhallows met him before and would see through his disguise. That meant more shadowhunters deaths.
He didn't have long to worry as a shimmering portal appeared. Sebastian stepped out of his spot and watched a boy around his age step out.
The boy was about his height and had a slender build. Sebastian could see that he had black eyes, but his features were strange but somehow worked together. He also had black hair and a big nose.
Jonathan was thinking about how he was going to be disguised as this guy, if he was Sebastian. He shook himself out of his thoughts as he felt the boy looking at him.
"Bonjour! Are ou Henry Montclaire?" the boy asked with a French accent. Sebastian decided to play along.
"Yes. Are you Sebastian Verlac?"
"Oui." The boy smiled a crooked grin. Jonathan smirked.
"Good. Welcome to Alicante. You won't be seeing Idris." He watched the boys expression change from pleased to confused.
Jonathan chuckled before launching himself at the boy. He didn't get time to defend himself, so Jonathan was able to crash into Sebastian, sending him to the ground.
Sebastian gasped for air, but Jonathan had his stele out and was trying to draw another paralyzing rune on Sebastian. It wasn't easy as the boy struggled, but he managed it somehow.
As Sebastian went limp, Jonathan threw his suitcase behind the bushes so no one would find it, then lifted the boy over his shoulder and started running far enough away that no one would hear the screams, sure to follow.
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Clary POV
This guy had no brain cell in his head! Did he honestly think that she saying she only wanted to be friends and threatening him was a pick up line?!
She was pressed between a wall and Jace. His lips were moving against hers.
Clary shivered as she realized she kind of enjoyed it, but felt disgusted at the thought.
Jace seemed to feel her shiver and presumed it meant she enjoyed it, even though she did, it did not mean she wanted to kiss him…UGH! She was confusing herself!
She wasn't moving against Jace. He had his arms around her, supporting her weight so he didn't have to bend down. Clary was having a mental battle.
One part of her was shouting at her for enjoying the kiss at all. Another part was telling her to go further and the final part of her was telling her who cares? Just enjoy the kiss.
She found the third part more appealing so she started to kiss him back. But she then remembered the reason for pulling away from him.
She realized her arms were wraped around his neck. She unwound them and slide her hands down his chest, making him shiver. When she reached the part between his chest and stomach she spread her hands till they were placed on his ribs.
She then poked him in the ribs, hard.
He yelped and leapt away. Clary landed on her feet as he leapt away.
He stared at her in shock before smirking arrogantly.
"You kissed me back." He said in a voice of wonder. Clary felt her cheeks blush.
"You assaulted me. Now open that damn door."
"No!" he said as he crossed his arms like a stubborn child.
"Jace! Open. That. Door!" she said in barely controlled anger.
"Clary you were crying! I don't think you want to let anyone see you with…" He looked at her confused.
Clary smirked. She still hadn't cried a tear since her brother's funeral. She had learned to perfect fake crying. She did it to get her way with the servants. The difference between the fake tears and real ones, fake ones didn't make her eyes red and puffy.
"If you haven't guessed, I wasn't crying. I was hoping you would leave me alone if you thought I was weak." She said feeling ridiculous. Didn't he thrive off the weak and petty girls?
"Why are you trying to distance yourself from me?" he asked.
"I already told you. I don't want to care about anyone else!" she hissed at him. She saw his features contort into hurt and anger.
"Oh so Alec, Isabelle, Maryse and Robert get special attention? I didn't know you had to work to get some sympathy from you! What made you such an ice queen? Did mommy leave you and daddy all alone?" he sneered. "Or did daddy knock mommy around till she killed herself!" he gasped as she punched him in the jaw once again.
He crumpled to the ground clutching his jaw. Clary glared at him. How dare he talk about her family! How dare he call her an ice queen! How dare he bring up her mother!
He looked up at her, still clutching his jaw. He gulped when his gaze met hers.
"Clary, I am so-"
"You listen to me Jace Wayland. My family is absolutely none of your business! Understand? You know nothing about me or my family. I haven't asked about your family, so can you at least respect my privacy and stop being such an asshat!" she hissed. "Now, I'm telling you one last time. Open that door or so help me, I will kill you!" she was shaking from anger. She had to get away from him.
He stood up slowly but didn't make a move towards the door. Clary huffed before stalking towards him. He didn't move but looked terrified.
She grabbed his shoulders and she felt his muscles tense. She then used her knee and hit his special place.
He groaned as he clutched his now, very tender area and sank to his knees. She was in no mood for mercy.
"Understand? Good. Now open that door before I throw you against it!" She said before he could reply at all.
He gave her a small nod as he slowly crawled towards the door. She noticed he winced with every movement. He eventually made it to the door, pulling out his stele and unlocking the door by crossing out the locking rune.
Clary walked towards the door, pushed Jace away from it and left the room.
She had no idea where to go. She didn't feel like training anymore, especially since Isabelle or Jace would walk in on her. She decided to go for another walk around New York.
She went to her room and changed into denim skinny jeans, a white tank top and her favorite leather jacket that held some money her father gave her. He said he would give her daily installments of allowance so she wasn't worried about having to borrow off the Lightwoods.
She then put on her leather boots and stuck two daggers into them. The handles were concealed so no one would see them. She wasn't expecting to be out late, but you never knew when you could run into trouble!
She quickly left her room and made her way towards the elevator. She just reached it when it opened and Izzy stepped out. She looked at Clary's change of clothes with a questioning look.
"What's going on?" she asked Clary.
"Nothing." Clary replied, stepping into the elevator and pressing the ground button.
"I thought you were talking to Jace? What happened?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself? I'll be back soon." Clary said but doubted Isabelle heard her as the elevator closed and began its heart wrenching descend.
Clary scrambled out of the death trap as soon as the doors opened and left the institute. She wanted to get away from Jace. She still couldn't believe he said all those things. She meant what she said about not caring for anyone else, but the tears were fake. If she ever got bored of being a shadowhunter, a mundane actress sounded promising.
She walked around the streets of New York, not looking for anywhere in particular. She was going to head back to the institute when her stomach grumbled and she remembered she didn't have breakfast.
She looked around for some type of café to get a muffin at least. She passed one that looked like only served business people, but Clary was too hungry to think of anywhere else.
She turned around and was about to head in the direction of the fancy café when she noticed a couple leaving a building that had neon lights 'Java Jones' carrying coffee cups with the building name on them. Clary presumed they sold food.
She crossed the road and entered. She was right. They sold food. It looked like a hipster kind of café. She walked over to a person behind a till and ordered a black coffee with a blueberry muffin. When she received her breakfast she went to sit down. She found an empty table near the window and next to a boy about her age, his face stuck in a comic book of some sort.
As she sipped her coffee and ate bits of muffin, she listened to the boy on stage talking into a grey object that resembled a hairbrush.
"-come to me, my lover. Share in my pain and suffering! Let me love you as my burning loins ask for you. There is too much cereal-"what. The. Hell?!
"I speak twelve languages, yet he can't make one sentence rhyme." She muttered to herself. The boy next to her must have heard her.
"That's my friend." The boy said.
Clary looked at him. He was blushing when. He had huge rimmed glasses on. He had brown hair and eyes. He looked dorky, but Clary found something appealing in his look. He was the total opposite of Jace.
"I'm sorry." She said. He smiled in appreciation.
"It's fine. He's-"
"I wasn't apologizing for what I said. I was apologizing for his bad poetry." She smirked. She wasn't used to talking to mundanes.
The boy looked at her before laughing. She gave him a quizzical look. They must not be good friends. If someone insulted Izzy, Clary would rip their heads off. He seemed to notice her staring at him.
"Sorry, it's just that No one has ever straight out said it. They always stay quiet because their afraid to insult him, in case it annoys me." He smiled shyly at her.
"Doesn't it?"
"Nope. He is a bad poet. You would have to be deaf not to know it." He shook his head."I'm Simon Lewis." He introduced himself.
"Clary." She wasn't giving her last name, even to a mundane. He didn't seem to notice.
"Well Clary, What part of Briton do you hail from?" Simon asked. Clary looked confused.
"What?"
"You have an accent? I presumed you're from England?"
"Oh, um Wolverhampton." She lied smoothly. He nodded his head.
"Wow. How long have you been in New York?"
"Not that long." Clary shrugged. She was nearly finished her coffee. She looked over at the comic in Simons hands. "Is that a comic book?"
"Yeah! You interested in them?"
"I've never had a chance to read one." She admitted.
"Are you in a gang?"
"What?"
"Well you have tattoos and I just presumed…" Oh he could see her runes.
"No, I'm not in a gang. My father wouldn't let me." She said.
"Here" He handed her the comic. She could read the words Akira on the cover. "Take it. I've read it loads of times." She stared at him wide-eyed.
"I can't possibly-"
"Hey, anything to promote comics!" Simon gave her an attempt at a crooked grin. It didn't work.
"Thank you." She brushed her hand over its glossy cover. She could finally read a comic!
She talked to Simon for a few minutes longer, but knew she had to go back to the institute. She would probably get in trouble for leaving without someone to show her around.
Simon gave her a napkin that had writing in it. He told her to use it whenever she wanted to hang out. She didn't realize till she got outside that he had written his number in the napkin.
As she walked back to the institute, having some idea as to how to make her way back, she excitedly began thinking about the comic. She had always wanted to read one but her father wouldn't allow her.
She was leaving central park, glad she found somewhere familiar when she saw a blonde hair. She had forgotten about him…
She went to turn back when she felt a hand grip her shoulder. She looked back and stared into gold eyes.
How did he get to her so fast? He was just across the street a moment ago!
"There you are! We've been looking for you everywhere!" Jace said, a bruise was forming nicely and his jaw and Clary noticed his legs were spread.
"Whose we?" she asked, glaring at him. He didn't seem at all mad at her.
"Alec, Izzy and I. We had to leave as soon as you left. Maryse would have had kittens if she knew you left without us."
"I'm clearly fine." She shrugged off his hand and began walking towards the direction of the institute when she felt herself being tackled by another body.
"Clary! Don't you ever do that to me again!" shrieked Isabelle.
"I'm fine Iz! I went for a walk!"
"And bought a some sort of book." Jace plucked her comic book. She went to snatch it back but he kept it out of her reach.
She stamped on his foot and he immediately let go of the comic, and Clary caught it. Isabelle laughed at her brother's misfortune, and then linked arms with Clary and they walked away, back to the institute and towards Alec who looked like he had just rolled out of bed.
They were a few meters away when Isabelle walked forward to talk to Alec, and dropped Clary's arm, when she felt someone walking at her pace.
"What do you want Jace." She muttered knowing who it was.
"I know who you are, Clarissa Morgenstern." She turned shocked and stared into the owner of the voice who was clearly not Jace.
There was no one there. Jace was trying to catch up, but was limping. What was going on? She was sure she heard someone speak…
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Jace POV
As soon as Clary left, Izzy, Alec and I went out looking for her. We had walked around for ages, lookingfor any hint of her.
After what could have been hours, but was at least one hour, We started heading back to the institute to tell Maryse.
Jace had turned around in one last attempt to find the red head, and his luck was with him. He saw her across the street. As soon as she saw him, she turned on her heel.
Jace had used his swift speed to cross the street until he was directly in behind her. she gasped when she saw him standing in front of her after he turned her around.
He saw the satisfied smirk on her face as she looked at his bruises, but refused to get angry.
She seemed shocked whn he mentioned that they all went to look for her. he was shocked when she purposefully stepped on his foot with her heel.
He watched as she walked away with felt jealous as her earlier words came back to her. that she didn't care for a lot of people. He was still determined to break through to her heart.
With his newfound confidence, he started limping towards the group. He didn't use an iratze because he was worried about getting Clary and now he was in a street of mundane. They would notice him burning his skin.
He watched Clary as she was left behind by Isabelle, and she followed at her own pace. Jace was aboutto call out for her to wait but she turned to her right and then turned in his direction, wearing a look of confusion.
What was wrong?
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Still a Jace POV because it was too short
They arrived back at the institute, Jace had just caught up at the steps of the institute, not that anyone noticed. He didn't get a chance to ask Clary about earlier because Maryse was at the front door, looking unhappy.
"Where have you all been?!" she asked exasperated.
"We went for a walk on this lovely morning." Jace said smiling at his adoptive mother who glanced at him and gasped.
"What happened to your face now?" Jace couldn't help but look at Clary who wasn't even paying attention.
Maryse followed his gaze and chuckled. Jace swore her heard her mutter 'idiot' under her breath. He glared.
"Come on in. We have something we want you all to know." Maryse spun on her heel and entered the big wooden doors.
The group followed her and found Hodge and Robert waiting in the hallway.
"Whats going on?" Isabelle asked.
"We have been organizing a few things since last night and we thought we would share our plans so far." Robert informed them. They all nodded.
"Firstly, Do you remember the Penhallows? Jace and Clary probably wont know them, but they were very good family friends. Anyways, they decided to visit New York and will be bringing one of their cousins. They will be staying here." Maryse said smiling.
Jace noticed Clary looked jealous at Isabelles xcited expression.
"Also, clary and Isabelle. We have set a date for your parabatai ceremony. This Friday. Do you understand? The council will be coming here so we thought it best to do it then, instead of regrouping at a different time." Robert said.
Jace was surprised. Isabelle usually complained about Clary's father not allowing her to be Isabelles parabatai. He wondered what happened…
"Oh and Clary, this came through the portal in Isabelles room. It has your name on it." Maryse held outa long wooden case that looked like it was two inches thick.
Clary took it and placed it on the floor before opening it. She gasped and took out a weird looking blade.
Jace had never seen anything like it. The blade was an odd shape. It was long but curved and didn't have a point at the end. It still looked lethal. The handle looked like it was made of some rough material. There was a red rock at the bottom with a shooting star on it. Why would her father send that?
"My katana! I thought he forgot it!" Clary squeled happily. Jace wanted to smile at her happiness then he remembered she was holding a lethal weapon and she was still angry about everything that happened earlier…
As if she had read his mind, Clary turned to face him, a devilish smile on her face.
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A Jonathan cliffy for the next chapter! Hope you enjoy!
Jonathan was outside his old home.
He had dumped Sebastian on the ground, not caring if he hit his head or not. He would be dead an hour so it didn't matter.
He was watching Sebastian squirm. He was deciding the best ways of torture. He needed information on how to act like Sebastian.
Sebastian was watching him warily. Jonathan was waiting for his father to come back with a book of runes that Clarissa made over the years. They were looking for a truth one, even though Jonathan was sure that he could get all the information he needed.
But his father threatened him that if he tried to torture Sebastian before his father came back, he would be punished.
Jonathan just hoped they didn't find this rune. His demon wanted to torture someone and kill.
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Till next time ~maraudergirl68448