Who: Clarissa Morgenstern, her ghost What: Another ghost visit When: Evening, December 20th Where: The Welcome Center Rating: R, high, mentions of abuse, hints to incest, some violence Status: Complete
The past three nights had been interesting. First Simon, then Magnus. Last night had been Alec and Izzy. If it happened again tonight, she was hoping for her mom, or Luke, or, best of all, Jace. Things had been going okay with her ghosts. She didn't have any reason to think that they were going to get worse, or things were going to get bad. They could only get better, right?
Wrong.
Clary rounded the corner from the kitchen and headed to the television room, fully content to be lazy for a few hours infront of the television while she was curled up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate. That was the plan, at least, until she saw someone else was in the room.
Ink black hair. So black it was almost unnatural, because it was, such a perfect face, and yet almost sinister.
The mug fell from her hand, glass shattering as the hot liquid escaped and splattered, but she hardly noticed as it burned the skin on her leg.
"Sebastian." she whispered, taking one step back.
"We both know that's not my real name, now, don't we, little sister?" she said, a smirk pulling at his lips. The colour drained out of Clarys face as she took two steps back. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, known to the world as Sebastian Verlac was a monster. Clary's older brother, pumped full of demon blood from before birth, and warped him completely. He was strong. So strong. More powerful than Jace, he had been lucky with how he had won that battle. He'd murdered the Lightwoods youngest boy, so young he hadn't even started training yet.
He'd murdered many, posed as a cousin of another Shadowhunter family and worked his way into their lives before trying to destroy them all.
"Jonathan then." she replied, keeping her voice strong. He took multiple steps forward, and she took multiple steps back. His large boots crunched through the glass on the floor. And it was that moment she felt the most sick.
He had affected their surroundings. He could touch things. He could probably touch her, and she didn't stand a chance against him.
Clary turned and ran. She ran as fast as she could toward the door of the Welcome Center, needed to get out of here. Of course, it didn't take him long to catch up with her. He was too quick, he moved so fast she could hardly follow. He didn't need any runes like she did. His hand grabbed her shoulders and he slammed her back into the wall, pinning her there.
Her green eyes looked up into his black ones with fear. He was so much bigger than she was. She was barely five-ten, he was taller, though not as tall as Jace. It was a wonder they were even actually related. "What's the matter, Clary?" he said, his voice reverting back into that polite, gentlemen way he had spoke when he first met her, "Aren't you happy to see me?"
She glared up at him, though her arms were pinned her hands were balled into fists. His grip was so hard, it hurt. She'd be bruised tomorrow. "You murdered Max. MAX. He was a kid, you almost killed Izzy, and you almost killed Jace. You almost killed us all." she said furiously at him. "Get the hell away from me you sick bast-"
He slammed her back against the wall again. "If I recall, you're the bastard child here. Just because mom loved you doesn't make you the better child." he said with a smirk, before leaning in closer, one hand reaching up to cup her face. "Why can't you just admit you have feelings for me?" he whispered, voice dropping low.
She fought back the urge to vomit. He moved closer, and she shrunk back, but the wall was still here. She turned her head away from him, eyes cosing as tears spilled down here cheeks. "Jace." she whispered.
He didn't like that. He snarled, furiously, fist slamming against the wall, causing her to yelp. "Jace! Jace isn't half the Shadowhunter I am. Father loved me, not him. He was just a second rate son who couldn't live up to standards."
Slowly she turned her head back to look at him, breathing deeply. "He was good enough to kill you." she spat.
He was silent for a moment, before he looked down at her with a twisted smile. "But they never did find my body, did they?" Her eyes went wide, because no, they hadn't, though she had chose to accept he was dead.
Sebastian, Jonathan, her brother, whoever the hell he was threw back his head and laughed.
Then he was gone.
For a moment all was silent as Clary looked around the darkened front entrance of the Welcome Center. Sinking down the wall, she brought her knees to her chin, and gave away to tears.