helloo, so this is just a little oneshot about valentine that i wrote ages ago but i decided i should post it...so enjoy :) 3 xxx
Disclamer: all characters etc belong to Cassandra Clare...
And she deluded herself into thinking that she could escape me? Valentine thought as he climbed the small staircase, to the artist loft where he had hunted her to. He paused a moment before knocking on the old wooden door, relishing in his accomplishment of finding, the one thing that had been able to elude him for so long. Looking at the door he realised it was just Jocelyn's taste. He knocked, lost in plans of his next step. When she returns to me I shall- his plans were cut off by the door opening, looking up expecting to see the shocked face of his beloved, he was shocked himself to see nothing. Looking down he saw a small child, only 4 or 5 at the most. Her strawberry hair was pulled back in bunches, her puny body adorned with a lime green halter sundress and yellow and pink sandals.
And the most shocking thing of all wasn't the child's dismal fashion sense but, she was an exact replica of his wife.
"Who are you child?" He asked, looking down his nose at the small redhead who dared to shock him.
"Who are you?" The girl replied with too much confidence for a child her age.
"Clary, I hope you didn't answer the door on your own did you?" A male voice called from inside the flat.
"Sorry Uncle Luke"
Uncle Luke? It couldn't be Lucian, after all these years, he'd gone back. How had that filthy monster found his Jocelyn before him?
As the girl was still turned away from him he acted fast. He drew his stele from his belt, applied the necessary glamour runes to his arm and dived down the stairs.
He stood round the corner, panting, thoughts jumbled around his head like bees in a smoked out hive. He could only think one thing. That they would pay.
He would make them all pay.
sooooo, sorry it wasn't that long but Valentine is a hard POV to write in...Review, please? oh and just a quick question, do you guys want me to re-load some of my other stuff when the life runs out? xxxxxx