(A/N: Okay, so this is my first Jace POV so tell if you guys like it or don't, it's up to you c: -J)
The Night Clary Disappeared
JPOV (Jace)
Ugh, it's so irritating Jace watched the clock tick by five thirty am. The Silent Brothers had entered their final stage in treating Jace's 'condition' involving the heavenly fire that burned through his blood. Two more hours till the heavenly fire ceases to exist. Two more hours before Jace's cured, free. Two more hours till he can hold his Clary.
Isabelle Lightwood burst through the door her brother Alec following close behind. Izzy's usually emotionless wall had crumbled, tears streaked her cheeks. "What's wrong Izzy," Jace frowned. "J-Jonathan happened" she replied slowly rebuilding that emotionless wall. Jace lept to his feet grabbed Izzy tightly around her shoulders, she gasped.
"Where is she?"
"Jace, You're hurting me."
Jace roared in frustration, he gently let go of his adopted sister. Jace felt the, now familiar wave of guilt and sadness.
"Jace, he left a note," Alec stated in a monotonous manner as he held out the white crumpled piece of paper to his parabatai. Jace reached out and took it from Alec and immediately began reading.
I've come to take my dear sister home, sorry I didn't ask thought you'd reject brother.
Anyway I'd love to say she came willingly bur I refrain myself as much as possible from lying.
Vale Frater (A/N I think that's how you say it, anyway it means farwell brother in Latin)
Present Time
CPOV
Reluctantly she forced down his black sludgy blood, hatred burned through her blood, hatred for Jonathan and hatred for Valentine for making him like this. Suddenly her eyes drooped and she yawned, a low chuckle echoed around her ears and brain. Patterns began to swirl in front of her eyes, she glimsped her brother's blurry face before diving into a deep sleep.
Clary gingerly opened her eyes then a felt a sudden wave of nausea and raced to the toilet and emptied her gut into the bowl. Her stomach ached with effort trying to rid itself of the toxins Jonathan had forced into it last night. Clary could feel a strong feeling of deep sadness at being alone with her narcissistic asshole of a brother.
"Good morning little sister," a frighteningly familar voice crept over from the doorway where a blonde man stood leaning on the door frame. "Go away, Jonathan!" she attempted to yell at him only to launch back toward the toilet to vomit again. Jonathan looked at her with discust and interest.
"It didn't work," he observed a quietly. "What didn't work?" she asked curiosity tinged her voice. "Your angel blood is trying to fight of my demon," he looked down at her gravely, "We'll try again next tomorrow." "Tomorrow!" Clary choked. "Yes tomorrow, you know the day after today," Jonathan said smirking at Clary. A wave of dread washed over her as she once again through up, this time in discust.