My Queen

Chapter Two

"Clarissa," I could hear a voice faintly. It got louder as I gained lucidity, "Clarissa, wake up."

My eyes opened and I sat up quickly. I could see the light shining through the sheer curtains, meaning that it was morning. I heard a sound and I turned towards it, "Sebastian."

"Are you feeling okay?" He was sitting beside me, a look of concern on his face. I never thought I'd see anything other than evil in his expression, but this was undeniably a look of concern.

"I'm fine." I murmured. I saw his gaze shift to the ground.

"I'm sorry for earlier-"

"Don't be," I stopped him, "You were trying to show that you love me in the only way you know how."

"What?" He asked, and I bit down on my tongue to refrain from saying what I wanted to say.

"You just... want me close to you. And you want to protect me," I responded, my face stoic, "That's your way of showing love. Even if it does include kidnapping..."

"You aren't being sincere." He noticed, tensing his jaw.

"I am," I wasn't.

"Clary, they aren't even looking for you," he said, and I felt my chest squeeze, "I can show you-"

"I don't believe you." I responded, this time moving away from him.

"It's okay," He whispered taking my hand gently into his, "You don't have to. You'll see soon enough."

"I don't want to stay here," I told him, pulling my hand out of his. I moved away from him. He stood up from his previous sitting position. "This isn't my home."

"Well you have to stay here," His tone was cold and I looked up at him with a questioning look.

"Why do you have to be so..." I looked away, trying to grasp the right word. I met his gaze again, "evil?"

"It's one of the many traits that I inherited from our dear father, Clarissa," He responded, "And the demon blood." It hit me like a jolt of electricity. I sat up, remembering that Sebastian couldn't control the way he was. Our father did this to him. But yet I still couldn't stop blaming him for everything.

"Sebastian, I don't want to stay here with you." My voice was soft. He took a deep breath before moving to walk out of the room, "Where are you going?"

"It's five in the morning." He told me.

"Why did you wake me up?" I questioned.

"Because you were crying and screaming," He replied, his face blank, "I thought you were dying."

"So were you... worried about me?" I looked at him, masking the look of surprise on my face.

"Go back to bed, Clarissa." He said, turning around. Before he could leave, I called his name again, "What is it now?" He didn't bother turning around. I could see his back muscles flexing through his white shirt, the whip marks shining through the thin material.

"Can you... stay with me?" He turned around, his black eyes looking into mine. I almost regretted saying it. I couldn't understand why I did, either. I hesitated under his stare, "I-I'm afraid that I'll have another nightmare."

"Sure," He said, walking over to me. He sat down beside me on the bed, his back propped up by a pillow, "Goodnight, Clarissa." I watched as he shut his eyes.

"I thought you didn't need sleep." I murmured.

"I'm not sleeping," He told me, "Just closing my eyes." I let out a breath, laying down. I pulled the blanket up so that it reached my stomach, closing my eyes afterwards. I felt a warmth surround one of my hands, and I opened my eyes to see that Sebastian had taken my hand in his again. I ignored it, closing my eyes.