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All Clary POV today... Hope you enjoy!
Clary shook, quaking in fear as her brother lunged for her and she let out a terrified squeal. Clary through the heavy door open and sprinted down the narrow hallwall her brother's footsteps firing like cannons from behind her. Suddenly a glass door appeared in front of her, out of it she could see luscious grass and tall trees. A golden figure with pure white wings sprouting from his back stood at the edge of the clearing. Jace.
Clary woke with a loud audible gasp something pulled at the inside of her elbow, a stele. "Ah, you're awake, love." Jonathan stood to her left leaning over her as he pressed the sharp side of the stele into her arm. Jonathan's sleep mussed hair hung over his forehead and into his onyx eyes, Clary gently reached up to brush it out of his eyes. Jonathan's confused expression changed to suprise as she showed him an affectionate gesture. Pity ran through Clary's veins and pierced her heart, Jonathan must have noticed because his expression became heated with rage. "How dare you pity me!" his voiced slightly raised he growled in her ear, a low animalistic noise.
"Why don't you just use the infernal cup on me," she whispered in a broken manner, "then I'll be like you." she had given up.
"Clarissa, love, where is that passionate fire I admire so much." he questioned mockingly, he knew he'd broken her and smiled at the thought.
"We belong together," Jonathan stated simply. "No," Clary answered "I belong with Jace and you belong to no one."
Jonathan's bottom lip quivvered slightly before he bit it viciously drawing blood. "You will love me! I can make you," he whispered that last part seductively in her ear, it disgusted Clary. She spat at him, he slowly reached up and wiped the spit off the side of his face, "You really shouldn't have made me angry" he said his tone cold and emotionless.
Jonathan pushed Clary painfully down back onto the bed, she whimpered. He caged her in with his arms, quickly tugging at the hem of his shirt he pulled it over his head. Clary scanned his perfect pale abdominal muscles for flaws, there were none. Jonathan pulled her arms around his neck as he pressed his soft, warm lips against hers, running his tongue along the bottom of hers he begged for entrance. At that moment her hands slid down his back and stroked his whip scars, he groaned in pain. Clary fearfully slid out from under him and pushed him down on his stomach she gasped in suprise.
His scars were long and angry, she ran her fingers down the longest one, her eyes stinging with tears Jonathan tensed underneath her. "Do they always hurt?" she asked seriously. "Yes," he replied simply. Jonathan sat up and looked at his sister. "Why are you crying?" he murmured as he wiped her tears away with the back of his hand.
Clary held his face in her hands and squeezed to comfort him, she gently kissed his forehead like she would as if he'd been a small child. She brought his head to her chest as he stared blankly at her expecting an answer. "I love you," she covered her mouth as if she couldn't believe what she'd just said. Jonathan cried, "No one's ever said that to me before," he mumbled it feels nice.
"Jonathan?" she said his name softly. "Yes," he answered. "As a brother, I love you as a brother."
And with that he drew away from her and retreated out of the room her she heard a loud crash.