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Alec started shaking his head as soon as Jace had muttered, "I'll stay"; there was no way was he staying up here. Alec couldn't say why but he had a bad feeling about it. Besides Jace should probably go down and get some iratzes put on him. God knows he needed them.

'No. You won't.' Alec said. Jace looked up at him, his eyes vacant and cold, and Alec thought he was going to protest, but stopped however when he heard the tone in Alec's voice, 'I'll stay. You look awful, you and Clary – probably Simon too – should get Magnus to look at you, he'll probably be here soon.' Jace shrugged and was the last to disappear into the elevator after Clary who was being helped by Isabelle, and Simon who stiffly followed. Jace looked at none of them, and Alec could see Clary looking at Jace searchingly as the elevator doors closed.

Alec had given a slight smile to Isabelle when she'd looked at him strangely from the elevator doors, but that smile disappeared once the doors closed. Today had be abnormal, even by Shaddowhunter terms. He was exhausted and was struck by short stabs of pain when he took in a breath. He'd probably had some of his ribs smashed in, and went to grab his stele from his belt, but found it wasn't there. He swore, he must have left it with Clary after he'd healed her wounds. No matter, he could go down and grab it off her, but that idea involved a lot of movement that Alec thought he might be too tired to put into action right now. At any rate it wasn't that bad.

Alec sighed and opened up the door onto the roof staring at all wreckage and shuddering when he saw Seb-, no Jonathan's body. He tried to resist the urge to just run over and strangle him with his bear hands, knowing it would hurt Jace, but wanting desperately to murder the bastard for what he did to Max. Max. Alec still thought about him naturally, it had only been a few months, but as the days past it was becoming harder and tougher to just remember his face. Right now it felt like he'd just gone on holiday, not like what had really happened.

Alec edged towards the body, not quite certain what was pushing him to do it. No one in their correct state of mind would want to be anywhere near that creature, but Alec was curious; or that's what he told himself. The body was a strange and ethereal white, and his hair was blond now, the same as Valentines, and was spread out around his head like some kind of demonic halo. He was also dressed in starch, white trousers, which Alec thought was strikingly the wrong colour for him to be dressed in. Black might have been more appropriate! There were marks on the side of his throat, where Simon had sunk his fangs in and drunk his blood. Alec shuddered, fingered the marks on his neck. They were surprisingly warm compared to the rest of the body. This must have probably been horrible for Simon. He realised that he'd started calling the Daylighter by his first name at some point. He hated to admit it, and he'd hardly spoken two words to him, but he found he was starting to become slightly fond of the Daylighter. It was probably because he was only ever around Izzy or Clary and subsequently Jace, so that made the whole of his family thoroughly Simon-ised.

Alec suddenly felt a light tug on his wrist, and quickly looked down to see a white hand with skeletal, long fingers grasped tightly around his wrist. Alec's eyes went wide, but before he could react, he felt a fist collide with his head, and he was out.