Jonathan's Return (The Mortal Instruments)

Chapter 2: True Love?

Chapter 2: True Love?

Clary wakes up in an unfamiliar room with a burning sensation at her forearm. She looks down and sees swirling black patterns. "Runes," she whispers. But these weren't Runes she's ever seen. "Gold looks nice on you, Clary," Jonathan calls from the doorway. Clary looks down and finds that she is wearing a tight gold dress stopping at her mid-thigh. Her mom would've killed her if she saw Clary in this dress.

"Where the Hell am I, Jonathan?!" Clary screams with frustration.

"You're with me, silly." Jonathan replies softly. He walks over to the bed. And sits down next to Clary. His presence makes the Runes start to tingle. "I can't tell you the exact location. But I can tell you were going to pay your ex-boyfriend a visit. " His smile genuine and sweet. He puts his hand on her leg and cups her face with the other. Clary should've been repulsed at Jonathan. But this time it felt like Jace holding her face only different. Better even.

"Wait a second. Jace isn't an EX! He's my boyfriend and I love hi-," The words not escaping her mouth. Why couldn't she say she loves Jace. Her body and heart were repulsed at the thought of loving Jace. But her mind was alive and working at full speed!

"Oh come on Clary. You never loved him," Jonathan says moving his hand to the back of her neck. His face moving inches closer to her. "Admit it Clary. You are mine forever. You'll always love me. We are Endgame."

"Jonathan, you already tried this and it didn't work the last time. So you and I both know it won't work this time." Clary whispers so only Jonathan can hear. Clary can hear her heart beating in her ear. She can feel the blood rushing in her body. She feels Jonathan's warm breath against her face.

She looks up at Jonathan. He's roughly the same height as Jace so his face is far from hers but close enough for her head to spin. He's the opposite of Jace. Everything about his face is sharp and angular. His cheekbones so predominant. His soft green eyes staring straight into hers. His pale blond hair not even a strand out of place. It shimmered in the light which made flecks of silver appear. She stared at Jonathan for just a moment. And thought to herself how gorgeous Jonathan was. Just like Jace. Her Jace. But she was Jonathan's. Or at least that's what she felt. Clary then did what she never would have done. She reached up for Jonathan's face and pushed her lips up against his. At first it was hard and surprising. But turned into something Clary hadn't expected. It was tender and gentle. Not forced onto her but making her want more. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but as Jonathan's lips became more rough and passionate against her, she thought of how Jace did that. Oh God! She pushed Jonathan away from her, his face full of surprise and satisfaction.

"What did I just do?!" Clary gasped.

"The rune. It worked. Ha. " Jonathan said. His tone dripping with satisfaction. "These work even better than what Lilith did to Jace and I. Now you feel the need to do whatever I want but you still have free will. This way when you tell everyone you've sided with me, they'll know you're really on my side." His laugh cold and hard.

Clary wants to punch Jonathan right in between his eyes. But a part of her wants him to lie on the bed with her. What was happening to her? Why didn't she fully love Jace anymore? Why did a part of her want Jonathan to hold her tightly? Clary just couldn't take it anymore. She bolts out of the room, leaving Jonathan still laughing on the bed. She runs into a hallway and immediately knows where she is. She's in the house Valentine had kept. The house she destroyed the last time she was here. But how was it back?

She gasps as she feels something push her up against a wall, her face against the wall. "Well you didn't think I would actually let you destroy this house, now did you?" Jonathan laughed. "You aren't the only one with tricks up their sleeve, sweetheart." Jonathan spun Clary around so they were facing each other. Jonathan's hand runs alone Clary's arm and the other on her waist holding her to the wall. She froze with fear and excitement. Jonathan leaned in closer and whispered "You really are gorgeous in that gown Clary. But go change into something hot and black. We need to go over the plan." He kisses her forehead and leaves her stunned still processing what just happened.