Alec pov:
Alec awoke in a dark space unknown to him feeling groggy. The side of his head throbbed from an impact he couldn't seem to remember happening. He blinked, trying to recognise his surroundings but failed. What was he doing here and how did he get here? He struggled to sit up, realising his hands and feet were bound by leather straps fastened by buckles. He pulled against his bonds, unsuccessfully trying to loosen them enough to pull his limbs free to move about the room. He glanced around searching for anything that could help him.
The room was dimly lit by an exposed bulb which was hanging from a wire above his head, casting a yellow glow making the already dirty area look even more dingy. A door was set in the middle of the exposed stone wall to the left of the bed (for Alec had now realised he was lying in the most unpleasant and dirty bed in the entire world. He was pretty sure there were blood and shit stains on the covers. He shuddered to think about how they got there) which he was perched on. Directly in front of him was a metal table with several drawers set under its surface. He wondered if he would be able to move close enough to it to see if they contained any sharp objects within to slice through the tough leather which was binding him. On the wall to his right a tiny barred window was set into the very top. He was obviously in some kind of basement from the positioning of the window and the damp, stone walls that could only ever be found in a creepy dark cellar fit for the horror movies that Jace used to force him to watch when they were kids.
Looking down on himself, he noticed for the first time what he was wearing, or more accurately, not wearing. He was stripped down to nothing but the plain black boxers he usually slept in. Feeling that he had to escape and now, Alec began to shuffle awkwardly towards the table at the end of the bed to search through the drawers, but before he could move more than a few inches he heard the sound of echoing footsteps followed by the turning of a key in a lock coming from behind the closed door. He hurriedly lay down in the position from which he woke from, pretending to still be asleep.
Two people entered the room, both fairly large from the noise their heavy footfalls were making. A silky males voice spoke first:
"I thought you said he'd woken up, Katherine, or have you decided to lie to me again" he put emphasis on that last word.
"I swear I thought he had sir! I heard a groan and movement from inside!" This voice belonged to a woman, Katherine presumably. She sounded frantic, almost pleading for the man to believe her. "Maybe he's gone back to sleep" she suggested. Alec almost felt sorry for her but then he remembered his situation and all empathy left him.
"Don't be stupid girl! He's a shadow hunter! If he'd had woken up he would have tried to escape by now! Granted, I've heard this one has never actually killed a demon himself, but his parabatai is Jace Herondale! If this one escapes then we're all dead. Do you want that on your conscience?" He sounded like he didn't really care what was on Katherine's conscience at all but his threat seemed to work on her.
"No sir! Not at all! But what do I do when he does wake up?"
"Come and tell me! Oh my G... Why did Raphael put such an idiot under my charge! You're being stationed inside this room until the prisoner wakes up, do you hear! What do you think we're going to use as leverage against Magnus Bane if he escapes? You? Ha!"
"In-inside the room?" she audibly gulped at the thought. "what if he wakes up and attacks me? What if I get hungry?"
"Feed on him! Just don't kill him for g... for our live's sake!"
The man left, grumbling about the impossibility to find a decent guard anywhere in the clan. Katrina sat down in the corner nearest the door shivering slightly from fear of both her boss and the 'sleeping' shadow hunter on the bed before her.
Alec lay in shocked silence at what he had heard. So he was a prisoner to the vampires? More accurately, to Raphael? And what did he need leverage against his Magnus for anyway? Magnus had openly said in the past that he thought of Raphael as a son to him, so why did the vampire feel the need to kidnap Alec? Speaking of which, how had he kidnapped Alec. He scoured his memories trying to remember if he'd ever given the vamps an opportunity to grab or drug him but the last thing he could remember was falling asleep in Magnus's arms in their shared apartment in Brooklyn. Unless Magnus had... no. What would be the use in handing Alec over as leverage towards himself. And besides, Alec trusted Magnus more than anyone in the entire world, even more than his parabatai. So it couldn't be that.
Just at that moment, Alec's leg started to itch.
"You have got to be kidding me" he thought angrily to himself. The itch was right over the place he had been bitten by a demon a few weeks back but he thought it had healed. It obviously hadn't enough. He cursed himself mentally for being so clumsy during that battle. Jace had laughed at him afterwards.
"You fell into a demon's mouth Alec! I can not believe they let you out on missions sometimes!" Alec had just growled in reply. God Alec missed Jace. If he came in and rescued him right now he would probably proclaim himself to be Alec's knight in shining armour, only after laughing at his situation.
"The only knight in shining armour I need is Magnus" he thought wryly to himself. The thought of Magnus pained him. Would he be awake yet? Did he know Alec was missing? He hadn't even stopped to wonder how much time had passed between his kidnapping and now but now he was.
Somewhere within this train of thought he had started to subconsciously inch his calloused hand towards the aggravated spot on his leg and now as he began to feel the release as he began to scratch he realised just what he was doing. He heard a gasp from Katherine who was still sitting behind him as she saw his movement but before he could feign sleep again she had exited the room at a running pace. Alec swore. At least now he didn't have to stay still and by the sound of it, in her rush Katherine hadn't re-locked the door. Acting quickly, he rolled to the small table and awkwardly opened the first drawer with his tied hands and gasped in alarm. The drawer was full of equipment! Tweezers, forks, callipers, a razor, nails, more straps similar to the ones around his wrists and ankles and more, but nothing sharp enough or the right shape for cutting through thick leather. Alec tried opening the second drawer but it seemed to be locked. He tried again but it didn't budge.
Thinking fast, he could only came up with one other option. He brought the buckle up to his mouth and attempted to slide the worn leather through the metal loop. He had tried this twice before, both times on a certain warlock's belt, but both times he hadn't been able to do it so had resorted to using his hands, only after being consoled by Magnus after becoming extremely embarrassed when the warlock had done the same to him with an elegant ease. Now, however, he had a distinct lacking of both Magnus' kind words and the use of his hands and this leather had a lot more friction than his boyfriend's designer ones which were looked after and quite frankly loved more than Chairman. Alec knew that Katherine could bring the other vampire back any minute but he suspected he would have less faith in her judgement of Alec's consciousness after the earlier false alarm. He had finally been able to shift his bindings through the hoop by a bit so the hard material was easier to grip with his teeth to slide through the rest. Now came the part he had failed at before: taking the pin out. He had to tighten it before he could loosen it once more, which was pretty darn hard considering it was so tight already circulation was practically cut off. He gathered the loose end in his mouth, tugging it up and back. To his annoyance, his nose kept hitting off the hand tied at the opposite side so he couldn't achieve the range of movement needed. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his head so it was cocked to the side. Trying again, he finally popped the pin free only for it to slip into the hole one notch tighter. Beginning to panic, Alec desperately tugged at the strap but it was too tight to budge. He pressed his wrists flushed together to minimise the circumference of his arms and luckily that seemed to work and the pin was flicked out and into a vertical position. Very carefully, he lay the saliva covered band horizontally and grasped the thin piece of metal in between his front teeth, pulling cautiously but firmly at the same time as widening the gap between his wrists. He let them separate completely as the tail end finally fell through the buckle. Alec let out a sigh of relief. He was sweating slightly from the strain but still felt a flicker of pride. He had something to show Magnus if he got home. He undid the belt around his ankles with ease. Standing up, he noted he had been stripped of his weapons and stele (obviously) but they were nowhere to be seen in the room. Padding to the door, he turned the handle cautiously and opened it. Katherine was going to be demoted for this.
He stepped outside into a dark corridor which extended both directions: the left had a stairway at the end leading up which was lit by lights similar to the ones in his cell, the right led into pitch blackness. Although the left was the most likely way Katrina had gone, Alec suspected it was the most likely way to escape so began to jog along the corridor and up the stairs. They ended in another door, this one was made of wood rather than the rusted metal of his prison and he pushed it gently, finding himself in... the foyer of the hotel Dumort. Looking out the grimy windows he could tell it was still night but dawn would be arriving soon. Keeping to the shadows he crept towards the paint-peeling double doors; the only thing between himself and freedom, or so he thought.
There was a sudden gust of wind as somebody appeared in front of the startled shadow hunter with speed only Jace or a vampire could achieve. The tall, lanky boy ahead smiled menacingly, exposing his two pointed canines which glistened in the poorly lit room. It was Raphael.
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