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Clary rolls over, sucking the air back into her lungs, squinting up at the sun in a daze. She was contemplating sitting up when a bag of blond, muscles lands on top of her. Their forehead banging together, her knees slamming against someone else's. Tangled up in arms and legs, Clary opens her mouth to scream but instead gets a mouth full of hair. She tries to struggle out from under the crushing weight on top of her when it suddenly disappears. She sits up and see's Jonathan standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest with an angry scowl on his face.

"And just what do you think you are doing?" He calmly asks, one eyebrow raised slightly in question. Making Clary instantly jealous and annoyed, she'd always wanted to do that. How come everyone can do that but me?

"Escaping." She responds simply, before turning and walking toward Luke's house. She takes approximately two and a half steps before being yanked by the arm, dragged into an alley and slammed against the wall.

"Now why would you want to escape from your own Father? Your own home, your own family?" He asks, as though astounded by the thought, but she got the feeling that he understood completely like he had previously considered the same. Even if her mother wasn't unconscious and her house wasn't destroyed, he would still understand her wanting to pounce at a wall that was once solid to escape a man claiming to be her Father. So, she pulled up on her big girl pants and stared him down, letting him realise that she wouldn't answer stupid questions while pinned to a rough wall. He shook his head and released her,

"Where are we anyway?" He asked sighing.

"Luke's house." She explained breaking eye contact and peering behind him to the bookshop, weighing her options. Jonathan turns slightly to look, still standing close enough to touch. His eyebrows scrunched, before meeting her eyes again.

"He lives in a bookshop?"

"Yeah, well sort or, he lives behind the bookshop. Come on let's go meet him." She answers, smiling sweetly, before shoving past him and back onto the footpath.

"I don't think so." He whispers in her ear, sending goosebumps through her body. He hooks his arm through hers and turns her away from the safety of Luke's home. Well, it was worth a try…

They had been walking for a while, and naturally, Clary was lost in her own head, visualising probable escape paths, when she was rudely interrupted from her thoughts by an annoying, hypnotising, beautyfu- ugly voice.

"Stop trying to think of ways to escape. One: you would never get past me, and two: we are currently being tracked and Valentine will be here any moment to take us home." He explained simply, as though reading her thought. She squints up at him, wondering if he can…

ugly, annoying, asshole, kittens, puppies, sex, penis, surfing, books, dogs surfing, cats playing the piano, muscular abs, naked Dark Prince …

He glances down at her,

"What?" He questioned curiously,

"Nothing." She responded quickly, heat spreading through her cheeks, turning away she notices the gorgeous buildings around her, one painted teal. She decided that today that was her favourite colour. She was still considering the difference between teal and turquoise when Jonathan stops and tugs her into an ice-cream shop. She glances up at him in confusion, sensing her gaze, he turns to her with what appears to be, an attempted look of innocence.

"What? I feel like ice-cream. I assume you want something?" He questions. Clary couldn't remember the last time she went out for ice-cream. Luke used to take her out all the time, looking back he probably didn't know what to do with her, and ice-cream was a good bribe.

"Ah, yeah, sure, um… Vanilla, please" she responses hesitantly.

"Vanilla… seriously… come on you can do better than that." Clary looks up at to Jonathans horrified face in confusion.

"What's wrong with Vanilla?"

"Nothing's wrong with it, it's just boring. You're not boring, are you?" He questions with that damn eyebrow raised.

"Fine. Chocolate, then. Is that acceptable?"

"No, not really." He shakes his head frowning, he looks back at her with an odd look on his face. "But it'll do I suppose."

He turns to the flushed waitress, who immediately leans forward, propping her arm under the breasts so her cleavage is more prominent, and flutters her eyelashes. Really, do girls do that around him all the time? He doesn't deserve his looks. He looks back at her with a small smile on his face. Clary shakes her head as he turns back and shamelessly starts flirting with her. Clary feels a wave a jealousy coursed through her, she had no right to be jealous they had just met that day after he broke into her home and attacked her mother. If anything, she should scream for help and warn the girl to call the cops. Somehow though she imagined the cops to be as helpful as the big-bosomed waitress.

Somehow though she didn't think cops would be much help. Glancing back a Jonathan, Clary groans as he grins, sexily at the waitress. Eyes peering, deeply into hers, he orders their ice-cream, while Clary scrunches her nose in disgust,

He was not her Dark Prince, and she will not be jealous.

Jonathan watches the nice lady behind the counter intently, as she scoops some ice-cream into a cup and places it in on the counter in front of Clary, never once breaking eye contact with him. She then scoops some more into a cup for him, she glances at his mouth and smiles sweetly as she passes over his ice cream. He very carefully skims the tips of his fingers over her hand as he takes his ice-cream and watches her melt at his touch.

"Thank you." He murmurs, noticing his sister expression, he smiles inwardly. He doesn't give a shit about this foolish mundane, but its hard to resist playing with his new mate. One day she'll know, down to her soul that he belongs to her, but until then, she's quite cute when she's jealous. He grabs the ice-creams and turned, about to kiss her to make her feel better, stopping himself just in time.

She must make the first move, she must realise she belongs to him on her own.

He was going to make her love him, he needed her to be his, he needed someone who loved him. He just hoped that when she found out that they were related it wouldn't change her feelings. He avoided eye contact with his sister as they made their way to a table and sat. He knew mandates thought it was wrong and disgusting, but he was part demon, and the demon in him had already accepted Clary as his mate. It was common practice for demons to mate with relatives. Blood is drawn to blood.

He glances up as they sit down, in an attempt to gauge what she is thinking, but all he gets is a small smile, though he is pleased to also catch a dark look in her eye. Not nearly as dark as he was sure his eyes got sometimes. But it did reinforce the idea that she was perfect for him, his sister, his blood. He feels his cock harden at the mere idea.

Without breaking eye contact with him, she scoops a small amount of ice-cream onto her spoon, before flipping over onto her outstretched tongue and slowly sliding the spoon into her mouth. The spoon had all but disappeared, when she sighs and closes her eyes, slowly pulls the spoon halfway out, before plucking her lips around its small handle and pushing it back in, groaning. Jonathan swallowed deeply, eyes wide, he usually felt as though he was prepared for any situation. But he did not see this coming.

He looks up at her again confused and stares in wonder as she takes another scoop of ice-cream. Completely distracted he notices how little ice-cream she actually puts on the spoon that she sucks on deeply, this was going to take a while, and his dick was already hard. He could feel it throbbing against his pants wanting out of his confining pants and into something much warmer. He watches the spoon disappear again, like a magic trick. He reaches down to cover himself, laying his hand gently over the bulge in his pants. He soon moves it away, when he realises that he is rubbing himself, he groans low in his throat.

That's only going to make it worse.

"What are you doing?" He questions, slightly harsher than he meant.

"Eating ice-cream." She answers sweetly, a small smile stretches across her beautiful lips, eyelashes fluttering, and she continues 'eating' with a smile. He looks down at his own ice-cream and picks up the tiny spoon, he stares at it for a moment, his dick twitches again just by looking at it and visualising what he would see if he were to look up a few centimetres. He started on his ice-cream, refusing to look up, no-one has ever had this much power over him, certainly not a girl.

"Isn't it delicious?" She inquiries evilly, he glances up to see a large grin across her, and he feels his own lips twitch up at the corners when he hears her giggle. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Sneaky, naughty little pet.

"So… " Clary starts. "What's stopping me from screaming for help? Telling everyone that you broke into my home, attacked my mother and kidnapped me? Calling the police?" Jonathan leans back as laughter overflows him,

By the angel, she's adorable!

"Why me of course. Do you not care about these mundanes? I mean, I am happy to kill all of them if you want a show?" He replies, still chuckling. "Perhaps the police can be the encore. Go ahead, Clary."

"No way can you take on the whole room without someone getting out and calling the cops." Jonathan smiles confidently as Clary looks around the room, eyeing the family and small mundanes. His little angel would never put others into harm's way, that was one of the reasons he bought her here. He knew Clary needed a distraction and he wanted to get to know his little sister. When he saw the ice-cream store, he thought it would be the perfect place to sit and eat something while they waited for Father.

"How can you take down everyone? You don't even have any weapons." Clary questions, confusing him.

"What do you mean? I'm covered in weapons; can't you see them?" Jonathon looks down at his glamour concealed dagger. "Clary, do you not see the shadow world?" Although hidden from mundane his beautiful sister should be able to see through it.

"The shadow what?" Clary responds looking up from her ice-cream in confusion.

"Arg! Look at my hand do you see any runes?" Jonathan holds his right hand up, pulling the sleeve of his jacket down.

"Runes?" she questioned. Swirling her ice-cream with her spoon, drawing both their attention.

"Yes, markings or tattoos, if you will." Jonathan waited patiently as Clary looked from his hand to his face and back. Under his unwavering gaze, she took another small bite of her ice-cream, sucking it into her mouth deeply.

By the angel, she is going to be the end of him!

"I don't see anything. Do you an have imaginary tattoo?" she says, flicking the spoon between her fingers.

"Let your mind relax," he suggested, readjusting his pants once again. Taking a deep breath, he continues. "Wait for it to come to you. Like waiting for something to rise to the surface of water."

"You're crazy." But he could see her relaxing, she put her spoon down and looking again. She jumped back,

"A tattoo!" she exclaims. Her eyes widened as she took in the rest of his body, he wiggled his dagger in front of him mockingly, with a small smile on his face. Relieved she was no longer eating. Not wanting to give her another chance, he quickly stands up grabbing her arm and dragging her out the back, he slams her against the wall. He stares at her for a moment before their mouths slam together: His mouth hard on hers, unyielding; he feels her responding, he backs up a bit. His lips soften, enjoying the feel of her lips against his. He reaches up and tugs on her hair, winding his fingers through her curls. Appreciating the feeling of her heart hammer against his chest when the door opens behind him. He turns and punches the skinny mundane hard, vaguely hearing Clary scream, and a slight tugging on his arm.

"SIMON!" Clary exclaims, jumping in front of him.

"Fray, what are you doing here, I figured you weren't allowed to leave home." The weakling responds, Clary leans down and hugs him tightly. Jonathan crosses his arms across his chest and stares at his sister, silently warning her.

"Technically, I wasn't, I might have broken out…" She replies somewhat truthfully, releasing herself from the mundane's grip. Jonathan stares at the weakling,

Who exactly is the weakling to his sister?

Simon turns to him and stares at him for a moment, Jonathan bears his teeth and growls. Simons' eyes widen in response, Simon swallows before turning back to Clary,

"Who's your friend?" He asks, looking back to Jonathan who is still scowling.

"Jonathan? He's not really my friend…" Clary replies, looking at Jonathan. Who veins shock horror, placing his hand over his heart, looking hurt, he was much more than a friend anyway, and she knew it. "He just wanted to buy me some ice-cream." Clary elaborates, in response to Simon's raised eyebrows.

"Well, in that case, ditch this dyed-blond wannabe goth, and can come to Eric's poetry, it's just around the corner from here," He inquiries, looking sickeningly, hopeful to spend time with his sister.

"My hair is naturally blond," said Jonathan. "Just for the record."

"No… I would really rather not, I got a headache last time." Clary replies, rubbing her temples as if to prove a point. Father was going to be here any second and he wanted as much time alone with her as possible.

"But you should still go, he's your friend-" Clary tries to reason.

"So are you. Come on ditch this pretentious asshole." Simon says rudely interrupting. He should kill him just for that and he looks hurt, Jonathan smirks, and walk up to Clary, tugging her to his chest. Gaining him a dirty look from mundane.

"It's fine, I need to get back home soon anyway." She explained trying to stifle the blow.

"Fine," Simon replied angrily, turning as he walks away. Jonathan smiles sweetly at the idiot as he leaves. He follows the mundane with his eyes until he was out of sight.

"Well, that was awkward…" Clary exclaims, feeling horrible, she had never seen Simon so hurt. Today was officially the worst day of her life, and it wasn't even over yet. She elbows the jerk behind her, breaking free from his grasp, she turns back to Jonathan. The bastard doesn't even seem to be affected by her elbow. He looks over her shoulder, eyebrows furrow over his smouldering, black orbs,

Damn, she needs to stay away from this arse.

"Come." He orders simply, grabbing her arm and dragging her deeper into the alley before she could respond.

"Wait… Jonathan… Where are we going?" She questions while being pulled along quickly.

"Be quiet, let's see how good a fighter you are," Jonathan whispers in her ears, while ruthlessly dragging her forward. They round the corner and came to a stop, Clary looked around the empty alley in confusion,

"What's going on now?" She asked, in a slightly whinny voice that she is not proud of. But silence answered her.

No, not silence- a noise sounded up the alley raising the short hairs along the nape of her neck. Like something being knocked over - a heavy object striking the floor with a dull thud. The thud was followed by dragging, slithering noise - and it was coming towards them, stomach contracting in terror, Clary unconsciously grabbed Jonathan's arm. Then silence, and for a moment she thought the alley with empty, that whatever had made the noise was gone. Then she looks down and came face to face with a cute little dog.

"Aww, it's just an adorable dog!" Clary exclaims, releasing Jonathan's arm to lean forward for a pet. An arm wraps around Clary's chest from behind as she is dragged back from the puppy.

"What are you doing? It's not a dog!" Jonathan yells, stepping in-between Clary and the dog. "Remember Clary, relax your eyes, let the truth come to you."

The dog pulled its lips back in a gruesome growl, and suddenly it was no longer a cute puppy. It was crouched against the floor, a long, scaled creature with the cluster of flat dark eyes set dead centre in front of domed skull. Something like a cross between an alligator in a centipede, it had thick, flat snout and a barbed tail that whipped menacingly from side to side. Multiple legs bunched underneath it as it ready to self to spring.

A shriek tore itself out of Clary's throat. She staggered backwards, tripped, and fell, just as the creature lunged at her. She rolled to the side and it missed her by inches, sliding along the cement floor of the alley, its claws gouging deep grooves. A growl bubbled from its throat.

"JONATHAN! WHAT IS THAT THING!"