Her Brother and Her Father

-Sex (there will be alot)- Non-Con

-Incest (You know being a Clary-Jonathan fic)

-Manipulation (Jonathan being Jonathan)

-Some mildly disturbing concepts

-Amorality (Again Jonathan being Jonathan and forcing Clary to do things against her will)

-The whole captive situation (Jonathan coming after Clary, taking her, that is what captive is and I would expect you people to know that there was a very high chance that this story had some because this is set after CoLS)

-This story is not for the goody two shoes of the fangirl world. This fic enters the more in depth, intense sub section of literature.

-Reader discretion is HIGHLY advised

-I only put these warnings up becasue I got scolded for 'not warning' the viewers for this kind of thing and I'm sorry about that, I know I should have put up a warning. Anyway here it is.

YOU'VE ALL BEEN WARNED! ;)

Walking down the New York street, the brisk wind did nothing to settle the cold feeling of being watched. The dawn light filtering in through the leafless trees colors the fallen leaves in a cold yellow and fights with the red for attention. It's been two months since the Seventh Sacred Site and Jace wasn't any closer to healthiness. She was beginning to despair that the Silent Brothers would ever find a cure. Clary has gone for a short walk to clear her head of the loneliness she has felt for the past two months, the withdrawal from Jace's touch. The Clave was being absolutely no help; all they were doing were sitting around discussing how they would find her brother and not actually doing anything. A cold chill rushes down her neck; though the park is empty she turns around to check for people. Upon seeing nothing but the leaves blowing in the wind she turns around only to run, face first, into a hard, muscled chest.

She throws up her hands to steady herself, backing away from the person she ran into. She could have sworn there was no one in front of her. "Oh, sorry. I didn't…" she lets the words drop from her lips as she sees the all too familiar devil smile spread across his face.

That smile shoves a cold knife of fear through her heart as she spins around on her heel, intending to bolt back to the Institute. She hears a low chuckle as Sebastian's strong arms wrap around her waist and pins her arms to her body. He pulls her flush with his body and breathes down her neck. Did he just smell her hair? She starts to kick frantically and opens her mouth to scream. Before she can Sebastian places a hand over her mouth.

"Nothing to be sorry about, little sister," he ducks his head down to whisper in her ear. "I told you there isn't a place on this earth where you could hide where I wouldn't find you."

Sebastian takes his hand off her mouth, "Now don't scream, sweet sister." He reaches down and pulls out a length of rope from his leather biker jacket. It has an orange hue emanating from it.

"Let go of me Sebastian!" she spits. She looks down at the glowing rope, fear tightening in her stomach. "What? No stele? Trying to go for the common kidnapper?" She snaps, trying not to break down in utter terror.

"Not exactly." As soon as the orange rope touches her skin she lets out a scream of pain. He swiftly ties them behind her back, pulling painfully on her shoulders. Sebastian takes this opportunity to gag her, tying a thick piece of fabric over her mouth, just under her nose. The rope shoots fire up her arms, diminishing just before her shoulders. He swings her up onto his shoulder and Clary lets out another muffled cry of pain. "But I still enjoy the challenge of old school."