Please forgive my sick perverted obsession with Clebastian, please say I'm not the only one... :(
JPOV (Jonathan)
Jonathan smiled to himself his little sister confessed she loved him, as a brother. He grimaced at the latter part of his twisted thought, he would always want more from her. Maybe if he killed her angel boy she'll have no choice but to love me, Jonathan wondered.
A sharp, familiar scent of salt and rust asulted Jonathan's nose, blood. It smelled sweet, but slightly older than fresh blood. He couldn't figure out where the smell had come from until then scent hit him again in another wave. Jonathan followed then scent to the locked door of the room Clary was staying in.
Jonathan stopped at the door, stele in hand and inhaled deeply. He hadn't harmed Clary and no one would dare touch his possession. He drew an opening rune against the doors wood, it squealed open.
There she was, red, delicate curls spread out across her comfortable pillow. Jonathan raked his eyes across the sheets shrewn across her body till he rested on the red, blood patch just below her waist. Oh, shit. He definitely hadn't thought that through when he had taken her from the Institute. Maybe, if he was quick enough he could run down to mundane shop and buy her something for her feminine hygiene problem.
CPOV (Clary)
Clary woke suddenly flying into a upright position, staring at the wall across the room she noticed the blood stain in the once clean sheets. Shit! Oh god, not here, not now! She internally screamed in frustration when she noticed a little pink piece of paper, elegant but cramped script graced its page.
I'm sorry Clary, that I didn't think of this beforehand...
Jonathan
Underneath the note was one packet of tampons and one pads. "Stupid, demonic, peverted brother knows nothing of human anatomy," Clary grumbled to herself. Before stripping off the beds sheets and dropping them in the corner of the room next to the overflowing laundry hamper.
Clary feeling, now bored and hungry called for her brother yelling his name louder than nessacary. Clary drew another breath to yell louder, before he appeared with stacks and stacks of pancakes. Clary eyed them hungrily.
"Hungry Clarissa, love?"
"Yes, now give then to me!"
"You have to give me a kiss, first."
At that Clary froze. But she through caution to the wind because fuck she was hungry. Clary stared deeply into her brother's eyes, green smothering black, she reached up on her toes and Jonathan leant down. She pushed up once more on her toes to get to his warm lips, they connected as Clary placed a chaste kiss on his firm lips.
"Now give me my pancakes!" she yelled at him, Jonathan chuckled in response.
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