Enslaved

-Part One-

Camille cornered Jace, smiling at the emotionless expression he bore. She knew he was frightened, just  a scared little child, built up to push his emotions deep down inside. He only ever showed Clary, all of him. Who he was. How he grew up. He explained to her everything she wanted to know about his life, only her though. Jace hated his childhood, to make him stronger, to make him so he wouldn't cry, get caught up with people during a demon hunt, his 'father' was rude and agressive to him, made him cry then punished him for crying. He soon learned that, he was born to be a cold closed off shadowhunter, nothing more and nothing, for a while he was. To anyone else, he would hate to be that exposed, it would irritate him to no end people looking at him differently before, all because of one of many sad stories they heard about him. Clary knew Jace inside and out but then again so did Camille, she knew that he believed attraction is an emotion, emotions are not based in science, and if you cant quantify or prove that something exsists, then in his mind it doesn't. She knew he believed this about everyone but his precious 'shadowhunter', More of a stupid mundie then a shadowhunter, Camille snickered.

She placed both hands on either side of his head, inching closer till they were nose to nose. He grimaced as he felt her breath on his lips. Turning his head to the side, he stared at the vines, and precious flowers growing floor to ceiling. She brought one hand up, absentmindlessly stroking his downturned cheek, the other slowly running down his arm, trying little patterns on his palm. He didn't move. He couldn't move. She was faster then he was. She would catch him before he got halfway down the hallway. Removing her hand from his cheek, she forced him to look her in the eyes, 'Oh my dear sweet Jace, i got you.' Her lips spread into a wicked smile. He tried to yank his chin away, but she held firm.

He knew he shouldn't, it would surely get him killed, she would see him. Slowly moving his hand from his left front pocket to the back of his shirt, he felt the hilt of the dagger. Camille's features darkened, she pinned one arm above his hand, quickly pinning the other when he tried to yank the dagger free. The dagger clattered to the floor, shattering his hope of freeing himself. 'Jace, you know who i am. You know why i'm here. You owe me a debt for saving your precious little mother who left you behind anyway. It was actually quite funny, you save her, she leaves you.' Jace growled low in his throat, swinging his leg around to kick her in the side. She yelped stumbling to the side a little. Jace quickly dove for the dagger lying a feet from him, but she had a fistful of his hair yanking him back. 'You little shit.' Throwing him to the floor, she dropped down beside him, her knees on either side of his body.

'I owe you nothing. Filthy downworlder.' He spat. Her face contorted in a horrendous fit of anger, she smacked him, smirking as his head snapped to the side with ease. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his ear,

'You owe me everything. That was your price. You excepted that. You read and signed the contract i presented to you before i even touched your mother. You signed away your freedom until you repaid me, but your a sneaky little shit arn't you. Once she was well again, you escaped. You ran. A scared little child on the run from a vampire. Oh but your not alone anymore, you have your ragtag team of hunters, they took the poor little orphan in. How cute.' She smiled pressing a chaste kiss to the outline of his ear. He shuddered. Leaning back a little so they were eye level, 'your mine now.' Jace's breathing hardened, no he escaped her for well over twenty years, h-how? Tracing his jaw, a thoughtful expression was plastered on her face, 'What astounded me was how you managed to run for so long?' Shrugging her shoulders, she removed herself from his body, yanking him up with her.

'Camille, i.....Clary..' He knew he was caught, there was no running. She found him. Clary, he couldn't leave her, he just got her back. Camille chuckled pressing Jace against the wall, pressing velvety kisses down the base of his neck, all the while her fangs traced the outline of his jugular vein. It drove her crazy with each pulse. 'Camille.' His voice wavering on the line between broken and refusing to let that happen.

'Of course, the stupid mundie pretending she's a big bag shadowhunter like her mother once was. Jace, how you love her is beyond me. She's not all that pretty, she....' Jace tensed up, anger shooting through his veins, how dare she? How dare she make fun of the moment twenty years ago with his mother, how dare she poke fun at his family, how dare she insult Clary. She wasn't here to poke fun at his horrendous sucky life.

'Camille, i....' She cut him off, moving away from his neck, averting her eyes from the throbbing blue vein.

'No Jace you knew the price, you signed that contract. Until you can pay me, your freedom is gone. You belong to me.' Camille looked up when two big beefy men walked inside the small room. They stood beside Camille, not speaking. Just staring, straight through Jace. She pointed at the one on her left, motioning toward Jace. 'Get him. Don't hurt him.' The one across from him, advanced on him, pinning Jace to the wall. His colds, cold, dark, caculating staring the poor man down. The man said nothing, as Jace attempted to punch him, only caught his fist mid-swing, retaliating with his own; knocking the shadowhunter to the ground unconscious. The mans chest vibrated with laughter, as he bent down, picking Jace up throwing him over his shoulder, speed walking to catch up with his mistress.

Camille held up a hand stalling their movement, she had one last thing she had to do before they departed. Walking down the hall into Jace's room, she made grabbed the abadoned sketchbook, and the pencil on top, scribbling down a quick message for his friends.

~My Dear Sweet Shadowhunters and Fellow downworlder,

In case you were wondering where your little blond friend was, well i have him with me. As for where that is, well that is completely up to you. He is unharmed. I only want what he owes me. I lent him my hand in healing when he needed me, now he owes me a debt. I only wrote this to inform you of his disappearence.

                                                                                     From, The Blood Princess