A Morgenstern Queen

Chapter 14

The apartment is quiet again, it's always so dealthy quiet, so very different from bustling streets of New York. The fire burns in the fire place, creating a warmth and glow lighting the black and silver living room and kitchen, Jace Is lounging on the sofa reading a novel. What am I doing here? I see Jonathan standing topless in the kitchen, the warm glow of lighting coming from the fireplace dances and flickers against is pale scarred skin. I should be back at the institute, helping Clary and Izzy and everyone, fighting demons, not laying in bed with one.
"Drink this love" Jonathan slides a little fragile golden tea cup across the counter to me. "What's wrong, you seem...distant?" He asks
"Nothing my love just not feeling well" I take a sip quickly in hopes he doesn't catch me in a lie but as I do I notice something flicker behind his eyes, something darker.
A sense of pure warmth washes over me and I close my eyes for a brief moment and when I open them, all I see is my pale haired prince, my heart, my love, my Jonathan. He is what I stay for, what I live for. He comes up and stands directly Infront of me, turning my chair to face him.
"Jace and I have to go out for a little while, we won't be long but we need you to stay here"
I hear my voice demand to come but the words that fall out of my lips are the opposite.
"Of course my love"
His plump pink lips meet my own and as always my breath is taken away and I melt into his soft touch on my cheek.
His lips tearing away from mine feel like Velcro and I want more but I let him go, he puts a shirt on and leaves with Jace leaving me alone in this apartment.
Silence is never fun yet I feel contempt in this solitude, I find myself tracing the leather bound journals in our bedroom that he writes in wanting to open them and find out his plan but unable to bring myself to it. What is wrong with me? I hear clash coming from the kitchen and race down stairs, my long black silk night gown is catching at my feet as I trip down the spiralling staircase. Jonathan and Jace are standing in the kitchen, stele in hand and Jace is tracing an iratze over my Jonathan's skin beside a gash from a blade tracing down his chest. I rush over to him my heart hammering in my ribcage and grab his hand holding it to my heart.
"My love are you okay" I then look over at my brother "what happened?" But as I do so I notice a matching gash on his chest in the exact same position that seems to be healing at the same rate Jonathan's is.
"Lovely family get together" Jonathan smirks and stands up grabbing a cloth to wipe the scarlet blood from his parchment chest, I take it from his hand and clean it myself, it's still so warm and fresh.
"You went to see Clary?"
"Clary, Jocelyn and well Luke" Jace cleans his own chest up behind me.
"Okay follow up question, how do you both have the exact same wound?"
"Seems, my love, that our connection is deeper then we expected, if I get hurt so does Jace or vice versa"
My heart feels like it stops as I look up at Jonathan .
"So If he dies, you die? Or if you die, he dies?"
"Yes"
"Yes" the boys say in unison.
With the blood cleaned from his chest I step away and look at them both with a heavy heart.
"Well you boys better not do anything stupid to get yourselves killed okay"
Jonathan looks at Jace who nods and walks upstairs, sometimes I swear that there telepathic. He grabs my hand and pulls me to him in the blink of an eye I am pressed against his soft scarred chest, I can feel the beat of his heart softly pulse under my fingertips and his black eyes looking down at me, the longer I stare the more the green flecks appear. I wish the others could see these, see that the Jonathan I love and see is still in there behind the monster they claim him to be.
His fingertips brush past my chest pushing a lock of hair from my face, slowly tracing down my jaw bone, a beautiful devilish smile dancing on his lips as his eyes go black and his fingers rest tightly around my throat. I don't flinch or push him off me nor do I bat an eye as he tightens his grip. He loosens his grip as he smirks down at me and steps closer.
"Marry me Tess?"
"That is how your going to ask me? How anticlimactic." He looks offended and I roll my eyes smiling up at him playfully. "No, not until I get a better proposal then that my love."  I smile and walk off up the stair to the bedroom before he can say another word, I look back to see him watching me walk away with darkened eyes and a for a brief moment before he catches me looking a look of pure anger on his face that changes into a blank stare the moment my eyes are fully on him, that brief moment was enough to make my heart stop dead in its tracks and a sliver of dear trickle down my spine.
I lay down but I cannot sleep as he joins me in soft silk covers long after had gotten comfortable, I don't feel his arm wrap around me as it normally would nor do I feel him get close to me.
I open my mouth to speak.
"Don't talk" his voice is hard and ice it slices threw my skin and cuts deep inside. I've never seen him like this way to me, I should have just accepted.

I do not sleep that night, I lay in the abyss of that room with him just beside me and I cannot seem to rest, as the night grew on the sun began to rise I could feel myself become more anxious and afraid and as think should leave. My doubts becoming louder and my love weakening. At some point before the sun rose Jonathan had left the bed, he had showered without me and dressed away from me and finally departed.
"Tess?" Jace knocks in the door as he enters holding a tea cup in his hands, "Jonathan told me to bring your tea up to you"
Since when does he insist on me drinking tea? Goodness.
"I don't want tea right now dearest brother"
"He insisted, I told him you prefer coffee but he is in a bad mood so who am I to argue with him" he holds the tea cup to me and I nod and take it.
"I need to dress" I nod towards the door as if to dismiss him and I stand up walking towards the desk where Jonathan journals and papers lay, my hand reaches towards one as I sip my tea, a feeling of warmth envelops me and I pull away from his journal, what am I doing, spying on my Jonathan. I should go apologize for rejecting his proposal last night.

"Jonathan I need to talk to you?" I jump off the last step and look up to see three figures in the kitchen, the tall muscular handsome golden eyes brother of mine, my angelic looking silver and white future husband and the short slender freckled red head that is Clary Fairchild.
"Clary?"
"Tess."