Her Brother and Her Father

Chapters 9-12

Chapter 9-From Earth to Hell the Sinner Fell

Clary wakes to a cold bed but hot breath blowing in her face.  She opens her eyes to find Sebastian’s black ones staring at her.  Clary groans and shoves her face into the pillow.

“Oh no, little sister.  You have to get up.  I have a special surprise for you,” Sebastian says.

“It’s too early for surprises,” Clary says, muffling her voice in the pillow.

Sebastian shrugs and rips off the covers.  Clary draws her legs close to her body, warming herself against the cold air.  Her legs are too cold.

Clary’s eyes fly open and she bolts upright.  She stares down at her bare legs.  “Where are my pants, Sebastian?” she says as calmly as she can, still treading water at Sebastian’s last reaction.

“On the floor,” he says smiling.

“Why?”

Sebastian hauls Clary out of bed to her protest and sets her on the floor, her green eyes glaring at him.  “I felt like looking at your ass,” he says simply, throwing a pair of jeans at her.

Clary blushes for a moment but it disappears, confused as to why it appeared.  She pulls on her jeans while Sebastian watches.  He then grabs her arm and tows her out of the bedroom.  They walk at a brisk pace down the hall and around some corners, traveling into an unfamiliar part of the castle.

“What surprise could warrant me rising before dawn?” Clary asked slightly annoyed.  She had been having a pleasant sleep, filled with pleasure and happiness and Jace.  However, now her thoughts of him are guilt laced, unsure if she had wrought hell on him.

“You have to wait and see,” Sebastian says enthusiastically.  They approach a set of pure black doors.  Engraved in red is a pentagram, turned on its head.  It’s very ominous, rising far above Clary and sitting in a rounded doorway inlaid with gleaming green gemstones.

He pushes open the doors to reveal a woman, with her back to them, dressed in a plain gray shirt and skirt, her long jet black hair fell to her mid back. She stands in front of something but her body blocks the view.  She stands in the middle of an open, high ceilinged room with a wall of windows looking at the dark beach on one side.  It looks a little like a ballroom but smaller.  A nagging thought hits Clary, a thought that the women looks familiar and it brings a sick feeling to her stomach.  Confused Clary lets her brother drag her forward towards the women.

“Jonathan,” she hears the woman say pleasantly.  Clary stops dead in her tracks as the woman’s voice echoes around the room.  The voice that had yelled on the rooftops of Brooklyn as she had brought down the silver whip to dig into her flesh.  The voice that had growled at Simon to feed Sebastian his blood.  The voice that had praised Sebastian as her own son and given her blood to raise an army of demon Shadowhunters.

Clary spins on her heel and bolts for the door.  Sebastian reaches his arm out to catch her but she easily dodges it and keeps running for the door.  She makes it a ways down the hall they had come down.  Hope begins to build on her escape but Sebastian’s arm wraps around her waist and drags her back to the room.

She lets out a scream and rams her foot into Sebastian’s knee.  He goes down on one knee but his grip only tightens on her waist.  She struggles desperately as he rises and carries her back towards the room.

He’s going to make her drink from that cup.  He’s going to turn her into one of his slaves.  He’s going to turn her into a demon!

“No,” she screams as she lashes out at Sebastian who quickly dodges the blow.  “Don’t make me!”