Jocelyn Fairchild rode horseback back to her family manor. Her son, along with her mother and father were waiting for her. She didn't have much of a plan but she knew she had to get far away where neither Valentine nor the Clave could find her. Tears were streaming down her face now. What if she couldn't make it in time, the young mother thought, What if Valentine already left with Jonathan? She couldn't think of that now, all she had left was hope. If she didn't have that what would she have? She trusted that her parents wouldn't allow Valentine to leave with their grandson.
Jocelyn had ridden for what seemed like hours when in reality it was most likely about ten minutes. Alicante wasn't that far from the Fairchild Manor. As she had approached her home she saw that it was still intact. That must have meant that her husband might have left Idris altogether. Is it possible that Valentine gave up on her? Or maybe he was waiting for her. She slowed her horse and jumped off. Jocelyn sprinted towards her home. She approached the front door and quietly opened it in the event that if Valentine had gotten home she could go in unnoticed. On the bloodstained carpet her father was on his back. Blood had come out of his mouth and there was a dagger still attached to his body. Jocelyn let out a silent cry. "Ave Atque Vale, Father," she said as she closed her father's eyes.
Holding in her tears, Jocelyn tiptoed upstairs and made a left where Jonathan's room is. With her back to the wall sat her mother. "Jocelyn," she muttered as she saw her walk to her side. "Jonathan is in his room, but Valentine left just now," she continued.
"Mother you have to get up," Jocelyn told her mother. "We have to take Jonathan and leave the Clave behind. The only way to be safe is to live mundane lives."
"I'm sorry but I can't," her mother said as she raised her wrinkled hands. They were covered in blood. "I should have seen it coming, I shouldn't have let you marry that monster."
"I love you mother, and please forgive me for everything I did you didn't approve of," Jocelyn said, her voice shakey. She went to the floor and embraced her mother for as long as she could. "I'm pregnant," she revealed.
"Be safe, my daughter, and don't let that bastardos anywhere near this child," she said. It was obvious that her mother was trying to mask her pain. Jocelyn forced herself up and tried with all her might not to look back, for if she were to make one last glance at her dying mother she New she wouldn't be able to handle the pain and she needed to be strong for her Jonathan.
She opened the door and Jonathan was asleep in his crib. She took a blanket and rapped her sleeping son in it. She walked out of the room. Her mother's eyes were shut. She stifled a cry as she carried her son down the stairs. Jocelyn went to the living room to grab a photograph before she left when suddenly she heard a voice from behind. "Leaving so soon my love," Valentine said.
"Valentine, please," she continued, "Just let me leave with my son, you already killed my mother and father the least you could do is let us escape."
"I trusted you Jocelyn, and this is your punishment," he said pointing at her father, "You threw all my trust away by siding with those demons."
"Downworlders, and let me note that your friend is one of them," Jocelyn explained.
"No Lucian is dead, he was killed and replaced by a demon." He took a few steps closer towards his wife.
"Get away from me you monster. How dare you talk about Lucian like that when you did they same to your own son."
Jocelyn was ready to pull out a blade to insure a safe escape when Lucian burst threw the doors. "Don't take any steps closer to Jocelyn."
"This is none of your business, werewolf," Valentine yelled. Jocelyn heard Jonathan start to cry. She rocked the child as the men in the room argued. Lucian pinned down Valentine to let Jocelyn escape but Valentine was too strong for even Lucian's werewolf strength. He pushed him back and Lucian went flying across the room. Jocelyn ran to her friend's aid. He cried in pain. "Lucian," she cooed as she held her son tightly, "I'm here for you."
Lucian told Jocelyn, "Leave while you can."
"No, you have to come with us," she replied.
"My dear wife you aren't going anywhere with this werewolf. You will stay here with our child and we're leaving at once," Valentine said. The calmness in his voice brought chills down Jocelyn's spine.
"No, I already sent for the Clave, they'll be here any minute ready to kill, just enough time for me to leave."
"Don't be such a fool Jocelyn," he smiled, "You saw it with your own eyes, do you really think the Clave has enough time to come to your help."
All of a sudden five men and three women charged in through the door. "Valentine Morgenstern," yelled one of the women, "On the behalf of the Clave, the Children of the moon are here to take you in."
He let out a menacing laugh. "You are mistaken if you think a pack of animals can bring me down now," he said with each word sounding louder than the one before.
He pulled out his dagger positioning it under the helpless Lucian's neck. "Jocelyn I want you to pack all my belongings you can into a suitcase," Valentine commanded, "We're leaving tonight." She could see the others in the room stiffen like her.
Jocelyn did as she was told leaving Jonathan behind. She ran up the stairs trying not to think of all the worst possible situations. But strangely that was all she could think of. She thought of how Valentine must be slitting her friend's neck right then and there. Or maybe he would wait for her so that he could do it in front of her. Or maybe even kill them all while he had the chance. Putting all thoughts aside she shoved anything that belonged to Valentine in a suitcase she found that matched her own. With the suitcase filled up she ran back downstairs. She left the suitcase next to Valentine and took a seat on the floor with her son on her lap.
"Now, Jocelyn, there are two bodies outside, I need you to bring them inside." Jocelyn got her son and started walking towards the door just when Valentine gave them a cold stare. "Leave the boy here," he told Jocelyn. Jocelyn reluctantly let go of her son's hand. She walked past her father's limp corpse. By now most of the werewolves that had come to our rescue left. There were two who stayed behind to protect Lucian. Outside of the Manor there were no bodies lying around. She made a quick glance towards a bed of flowers and there they were. A father and son lying side by side covered in scarlet colored blood. It was still fresh. She got closer and recognized the face of the father immediately. Michael Wayland. So that meant the you boy must be his son, who was the same age as her Jonathan. She brought in the boy first. He was a bit heavier than Jonathan. She laid him by the staircase and quickly went back for Michael. Michael was twice her size so she struggled dragging him inside. She laid their lifeless bodies side by side closing their eyes and saying, "Ave Atque Vale, Wayland Family."
In the next room Valentine still had a dagger to Lucian's throat. "Now that we're ready to leave I'll finish up the rest," Valentine said. He dug his dagger into Lucian's neck making blood to seep from it.
"Please don't," Jocelyn interrupted.
"Jocelyn, no I should have done this the moment we found him bitten," Valentine said.
In a moment of desperation, Jocelyn revealed something she hoped Valentine would never know. "I'm pregnant," Jocelyn blurted out.
Valentine seemed caught off guard for the first time ever. "What?" The voice she heard came from Valentine which surprised her, it didn't sound like him. Within a split second Lucian had tackled Valentine who didn't notice until he was on the floor.
"Run Jocelyn," Lucian yelled. She left her suitcase and took her son out of her house. She ran as fast as she could to the door. The werewolves that we're watching were already by Lucian's side. Jocelyn carried her son in her arms as she ran to the horse she had taken. She sat Jonathan on the horse and the sat herself in back of him. She went as fast as she could. She didn't care about which direction she was going in as long as it led her out of Idris and away from the Shadowhunters.