A/N: Hey, hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I love hearing what you like about my story so review :3 -Love J

The room Clary sat in had grown hotter as the day gradually progressed. Jonathan hadn't come back and Clary could no longer hear any noises coming from under the door.

Her stomach snarled hungrily at her when she reluctantly gave up her 'hissy fit' and stood.

The iron door handle creaked as it slowly turned clockwise, opening the heavy, woodern door. She peered anxiously down both ends of the hall, as she turned her head back to the right, a lanky body mass had her pinned against the wall.

"Where do you think you're going? " His razored voice cut through her courage like a knife through warm butter.

"Away from you! "

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that Clarissa, love? " Clary saw a canvas glinting behind Jonathan sitting on a small oak chest. Without thinking she grabbed the white canvas, lifted it to Jonathan's white-blonde covered head. She saw malice and hatred glittering sharply in his eyes as she brought the canvas down on his head.

Jonathan Morgenstern howled in pain as Clary ran past his outstretched hands and down the corridor.

"Jace!" She screamed, knowing he would never hear her. Suddenly a slimy purple object appeared in front of her, it has dirty, black demonic wings it drew it's lips back and snarled. Clary stumbled back onto a slender but deadly figure, it pulled her back by her shoulders and dragged her out the demon's way.

"Why didn't you let me die?" She wailed at him.

"Because my dear, you are my sister."

"And you're an asshole!"

"Name calling is very attractive on you sister."

"Do I look like I give a shit!"

He stopped dragging her, pulled her back roughly by her shoulders so she was lying on the ground. Clary looked up at her menacing looking brother as he spoke calmly and coldly. "No, but you will."

Jonathan lent down so his face was next to his sisters, looked in her eyes black burning into green, before he nuzzled the junction between her neck and shoulder before he burried his demonic incisors into her neck. Clary let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Jonathan appeared in front of her once again, this time with blood, her blood dripping slowly down his chin as he gave her a brilliant red smile as he tore a gash in his wrist. At first Clary was unsure of what he was doing until he forced his wrist to her mouth.

"No, no, no, NO JONATHAN DON'T! "

"Yes Jonathan yes" he replied without a wicked grin.

"Please" she begged.

Jonathan pouted, "pretty please Clary. I want someone to be like me." She shook her head vvigorously, no. And with that he shoved his wrist into her pleading mouth and she reluctantly swallowed.