Chapter 8

Clary woke up with a start; she was curled up in an unfamiliar bed, the blankets all tangled up in her legs. She sat up quickly and looked around the room. It was dark but she could tell she was in the same room she had been in earlier. She stretched her body and realized that she wasn't in pain anymore, she touched her face and she didn't have any bruises and her arm wasn't broken anymore. She realized that Jonathan must have healed her after she passed out. She shuttered remembering everything that happened and looked around the room for him; she couldn't see him anywhere and sighed in relief. Clary took the blanket off her body and saw that she was wearing some kind of lingerie set; it was navy blue with polka dots and it was sheer. It was two parts, she felt very naked as she crept out of bed and into the bathroom. Clary did her business, and then she washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked fragile and broken and she felt like she would never been whole again. She walked back into the main room and walked right over to the draw that Jonathan was in earlier that day, where he put the stele and dagger. She touched the dresser handle and was met with a sharp pain, she pulled her hand back and looked at the draw trying to figure it out. She finally noticed some stele marks, most likely to keep people out. She sighed as she tried opening the other draws and was only met with some clothes. Clary changed out of the lingerie set and into a pair of boy sport shorts and an XL t-shirt. She felt a lot more comfortable as she checked every nook and cranny of the room looking for something to help her escape. She came up with literally nothing, she sighed throwing her hands up and stalking back to the bed. She didn't even know what time it was and how long she had been out since all the widows were bricked up. Clary almost forgot about checking the door, so she got off the bed and silently crept to the door. She turned the handle and was surprised when it opened for her. Clary opened the door as quite as she could and peered out and down the long hall way. She couldn't see anyone and didn't know where the exit was or could be. Clary sighed as her head ached wondering what to do next. She heard a noise down the hall and quickly shut the door and leaped back into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and pretending to sleep. She heard the door quite open and click shut, and then someone started to crawl into bed with her. She knew it was clearly Jonathan, her heart started pounding in it chest, she couldn't do it again. She couldn't be raped, or hurt again like that.

"I know you're awake." The voice said a few minutes later and Clary slowly opened her eyes, Jonathan was laying over the covers and his head was propped up on his elbow.

"Had a peek around our place I am guess?" Jonathan said and Clary glared back ignoring him.

"You can't ignore me forever sis." Jonathan said as he scooted closer to her, while she scooted as far away from him as she could. This kept going until she toppled out of the bed not realizing that there wasn't any left. Jonathan peered down at her from the bed.

"Why did you change out of your other clothes?" He asked looking disappointed.

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your voice." Clary snapped at him standing up from the floor and stalking to the door that Jonathan entered from. She twisted the handle to find it still unlocked. Without really thinking she pulled it open and just ran, not sure where she was going. She heard Jonathan laugh behind her.

"I love a good chase!" He called out after her, but she wasn't listening she was just running.

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Jace looked down at the sleeping warlock and punched him square in the face, it had been hours since Clary had been taken and Jace was getting pissed. They had no leads, tracking Clary magically didn't work. The warlock wouldn't wake up and Jace was on his last nerve.

"Wake the fuck up you asshole!" Jace screamed about to punch him again when Alec grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Don't man it's not getting you anywhere." Jace pulled out of Alec's grip and stalked off to the corner of the room. He felt so useless and he didn't like feeling this way. He picked up his phone and tired calling Clary again, hoping to at least get Jonathan again so he could try and get him to tell him something useful. The phone just rang and rang, it went to voicemail and Jace hit the end button angrily. He was about to punch a wall when he heard a groan. He looked up to see the Irish warlock struggling against the ropes a bit; he opened his eyes slowly looking around the room. Isabelle and Magnus stood by the door having been called in by Alec saying he was awake. Alec stood in front of the man with his arms crossed over his chest, and Jace stood in the corner with his fists clenched. He walked over towards the man with a glare in his eyes.

"What is your name?" Jace didn't think it would be wise to start off with a punch, hoping the one he already gave him while unconscious was hurting him.

"Patrick O'Callaghan." The man basically spit out of his mouth.

"I am not telling you anything." He spoke in almost the same sentence. Jace growled slightly but tried to calm down as Magnus entered the room fully.

"Haven't seen you in a while Pat." Magnus said to the man who in turn spat on the floor in front of Magnus.

"Oh I know you missed me don't lie." Magnus said kneeling down next to the warlock.

"It's been 50 years Patty, what happened?" Magnus said in a soft voice, Jace forgot that Magnus knew Patrick he wished he had remembered that so he could have asked the cat eyed man more about him before he woke up.

"What do you think happened, you left me all alone no one wanted me after that accident accept the dark ones." Patrick growled out and Magnus got a sad look in his eyes.

"You know I had to leave Patty it would have been worse if I hadn't." Magnus pleaded a little but Patrick just glared.

"I don't want to hear your lies Magnus." The red headed man said.

"And I don't want to hear yours either." Magnus said before quickly pulling out some powered out of his fist and blowing it in the other man's face. Patrick was about to say something and sucked in a lot of the power before he realized what was happening. He coughed and gaged a little, some snot ran down his face. Magnus sat up looking pleased.

"That was truth powder, for the next ten minutes anything we ask he will have to tell us and tell us the truth about. Better hurry and ask any question you might have." Magnus told the group as he crossed over to his bed and sat down.

"How did you get some of that, it's so rare." Patrick wheezed out as Jace squared in on him.

"We don't have time for your questions!" Jace hissed out.

"Where does Jonathan have Clary." Jace asked.

"His home." The warlock said seeming like he was straining to not say the words he was saying.

"And where is Jonathan's home?" Jace asked trying not to back hand the man.

"The south of France, it moves sometimes but it's not like the house the three of you shared together for a bit. Its moves when Jonathan gets enough demon energy and makes it move. I am sure he's move it since he got Clary." The man's face was beat red from trying to keep the words in his mouth but they were just spilling out despite his best efforts. Jace look worriedly at the others, if he moved they might never find Clary.

"Do you know where he would be moving it next?" Alec asked this time.

"Jonathan can't control where it goes, it just goes in a big circle of four programed places just different locations in that place." The Irish man coughed again and looked pained but Jace didn't care.

"Where was the next location?" Jace could tell he was trying to keep this one in but it wasn't working.

"My home land." He finally breathed out.

"That's how we meet when he was first there." Patrick was letting out more then he wanted and he knew Jonathan was going to kill him if these guys didn't.

"Are the blueprints of the house you have here real?" Magnus asked next picking them up from his desk.

"Yes." Patrick said looking at the ground.

"I like to keep it with me, it's very big and I sometimes forget which rooms are off limits." Patrick said in his think Irish accent, sounding very embarrassed to admit that he was stupid enough to carry around a blueprint of the house Jonathan was staying at. Jace was about to ask another question when Patrick looked in straight in the eye.

"Weather you find Ms. Fray or not doesn't matter because she will never been the same girl again with what Jonathan has planned for her." Patrick said thickly and spat on the ground again.

"What is he going to do to her?" Isabelle asked, talking for the first time since the warlock woke up.

"You're out of time dearie all of you can go fuck your self's." He said letting them know there ten minutes were up. Jace sighed and ran a shaky hand threw his hair, he was glad he knew the location of were Clary was but his stomach was turning thinking about what Jonathan might be doing to her.

"Okay guys we need to get to Ireland and figure out how we are going to find Clary from there." Jace said as they all started leaving the room so they could plan without Patrick listening. They shut the door on him and Alec was the only one wondering what kinda passed Magnus and Patrick had had. Alec shut his eyes and tried to get the thoughts out of his head, this wasn't the time or place to be worried about who the warlock had been with, again. This first time he blew up about it he lost the man, he wasn't going to lose his maybe only chance to get him back. Everyone was all gathered around the kitchen table quietly talking about getting to Ireland and what they were going to do when they go there. Alec sat down next to Magnus to jump into planning with the rest of them.

"Wait shouldn't we call Simon." Isabelle piped in, with all the craziness that had been happening for the last couple of hour she completely forgot about her boyfriend who just happened to be Clary's best friend. Jace looked like he could give two shits so Isabelle stood from the table and pulled out her phone calling her vampire boyfriend.

"Hey Simon." Isabelle started when he picked up the phone.

"Jonathan kidnapped Clary we need you at Magnus's as quick as you can, we are portaling to Ireland soon and if you don't get here in time Jace will make us leave without you." Isabelle said quickly then hanging up the phone so he couldn't ask any questions, there wasn't any time.

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"Come out come out where ever you are!" Jonathan called out in a childlike voice while Clary shrunk down deeper into the closet she was hiding in. She had gone to maybe half way down the hallway and then went into the first room that she could find unlocked. He heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she was going to have a panic attack. It was a stupid idea for her to have left the room when Jonathan was there, she should have waited until he was gone so she could try and escape instead of playing a sick game of hide and seek. Clary sat in the corner of the closet with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. He was going to find her at some point and she didn't know what he was going to do when he did. She rocked back and forth a little wishing Jace and the others would find and her save her from another session with Jonathan. She closed her eyes; she could still remember the pain from the knife wounds Jonathan had given her. They might have been healed and gone but that was a pain you never forgot. She was startled out of her thoughts when the door was ripped open.

"Found you!" Jonathan said with a smirk while Clary screech from being taken by surprise, she didn't even hear him open the door to the room.

"Come on pup I am done with this game, I am ready for a different kind of game." He grinned wickedly and reached into the closet pulling Clary out by her upper arms.

"Let me go you sick bastered!" She kicked at him trying to land one in his sensitive spot but he seemed to know what she was thinking and was keeping her from doing it.

"Come on little girl you know you're having fun." Jonathan placed her feet on the floor and pulled her by the arm out of the room and down the hall back to the room she started off in. Clary fought and screamed but Jonathan didn't seem to notice. Jonathan whipped opened the door and tossed Clary in, she landed on the floor in a big heap.

"Come on now Clary stop being so dramatic, it won't hurt this time I promise. I can't promise about any other time but this time it won't." She looked up from the floor to see him with pouty lips walking over to her.

"This time is all about us Clary just feeling each other, getting to know each other better. You are mine forever Clary and I want to know what is mine." He said reaching down and pulling her off of the floor and shoving her to the bed roughly. He stomped over to his dresser and unlocked it, pulling out his stele.

"I know you won't do this willingly so I am going to have to us my medical rune on you, sorry but once you stop trying to fight me this is going to have to happened." Clary tried scrambling off the bed but he was quicker and squished her flat on the bed while he carving the rune into her arm. She felt the familiar light headedness and numbness as the rune took over.

"Ugh." Clary moaned, it felt stronger this time or she was just weaker to begin with so it was affecting her more. Jonathan eased off her a bit placing the stele on the bed side table and then looked down into her face.

"You haven't come for me yet; I am ready to make you enjoy this… more than once." He grinned wickedly as he started yanking off her shorts. She didn't have on any underwear since she couldn't find any. He slipped one of his fingers up inside her without any warning.

"Ah!" Clary yelled in a bit of pain as he jammed his finger in there.

"Sorry you're not wet at all, I am going to have to change that." Jonathan started rubbing her clit with his thumb and slowly moving his finger in and out of her. Clary couldn't move as silent tears feel down her cheeks, she tried to think about other things instead of what he was doing to her. He hadn't been lying he wasn't hurting her and she didn't want to admit it to herself but what he was doing felt kind of nice. Jonathan lifted up her shirt with his other hand and started sucking lightly on one of her nipples. She sucked in a breath as shivers ran down her spin.

"Oh Clary I knew you would like this, you're getting so wet." Clary couldn't stand how her body was betraying her; this wasn't fair she wasn't enjoying this. She cried a little more as he slid a second finger in and picked up his pace a little, she could feel her self-getting close to climax and was trying to think of anything and everything to try and stop it. Jonathan suddenly curled his figure inside of her and she let out a small moan of pleasure as she started to come.

"Oh GOD!" Clary yelled, it felt amazing. She had only ever gotten herself to come before and this was a thousand times better. She wished she could be sharing this with Jace.

"Oh Clary you little whore, moaning and panting for me, the man you supposedly hate." He laughed a little.

"Didn't seem like you hated me just then." Jonathan pulled out his fingers and licked them clean.

"Oh you taste so good, I am ready to have myself a proper taste of you, now that you can't kick me in the face." Jonathan said as he pulled her short completely off her since he had left them down around her knees.

"You're going to like this Clary, I promise you." He said looking into her eyes. Clary looked away quickly; she was humiliated and embarrassed that her body betrayed her like that.

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AN: Sorry to leave it there, I was going to go a little longer but my husband gets home from work soon and I need to do the dishes. I am sure I'll post a chapter tomorrow. Hope you liked it!