A/N: Hey so I'm ILostMySpoon and this is my first Mortal Insturments fanfic. This is sorta my continuation into CoHF and takes place immediately after CoLS. I'm writing this because I was extremely disappointed with what happened at the end of CoLS like probably most of you who read this are(and if Magnus and Alec don't get back together Cassandra Clare[though I worship her]will be getting a very strongly worded letter). Anyways I'm going to try and keep the characters in character as best I can and I would lovelovelovelove it if you would reveiw and tell me what you like or don't like or even any suggestions you have. Thanks! :]

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story idea all characters and previous stuffs belong to Cassandra Clare

"It's over. I don't want to see you again Alec."

The words kept replaying in Alec's mind as he raced down the subway tunnels, his boots slapping against the ground. Swinging himself up, he landed on the platform and began stalking like a predator up the stairs that would lead him to his prey.

Camille Belcourt.

Alec cursed himself for being so stupid-for allowing himself to be played like that. He should have known that she was going to tell Magnus. In fact he'd wondered once what would happen if she did. Alec had pictured Magnus threatening to end it but he'd always been able to tell him the truth of why he was still talking to Camille.

Except the words hadn't come out.

And he was dying inside.

Alec blinked back tears as his gloved hand gripped the handle of the door that separated him from Camille. That is if she even came. A voice in the back of his mind said. Why would she come after she had already told Magnus? What would she have to gain?

Nothing.

But that didn't stop Alec from opening the door.

"Amriel" Alec whispered to the seraph blade he had removed from his pocket. The blade lit up like heavenly fire, ready to smite down those who had wronged the heavens. Alec slowly walked into the room, swearing softly as he almost slipped on something below his feet. Reaching into his pocket, Alec's hand had just wrapped itself around his witchlight stone when suddenly the lights flickered on. Alec's eyes widened.

There was blood everywhere. The furniture, walls, and floor were coated with it. The furniture itself was destroyed, random pieces strewn around the room. There were craters in the walls, their size indicating that something big had collided with them like furniture…or a body. Looking around the room, Alec's eyes eventually fell on a huddled form, wrapped in the shadows.

Moving forward with a cat like grace, Alec moved towards the huddle. When he got close enough he slowly moved it off its side with the toe of his boot. It, a body, rolled onto it's back. Bile suddenly rose in the back of his throat.

On the ground in front of him lay Camille Belcourt. Her blonde hair was clumped together with blood, her green eyes widened in terror. Her once beautiful face was torn apart while various stab wounds were littered across her body. The most gruesome part was the huge, gaping hole in her chest where her heart used to be. Alec clenched his fists, willing himself not to vomit.

"Well look what we have here, the last little Lightwood boy." Alec whipped around, sword raised at the sound of the voice that had haunted his nightmares. In the doorway stood a boy in full shadowhunter gear, his white hair standing out brightly against it while his eyes were filled with a dark fire. Alec's face paled, the gloved grip on his sword tightening.

"Sebastian." he hissed out through clenched teeth. Sebastian's lips curled up in a cruel, almost animalistic grin. He strode into the room, stopping about halfway. Alec felt his back hit the wall, causing him to realize he'd been backing up as Sebastian came in and that he had nowhere to go. He was trapped with his little brother's murderer. Alec knew he should have charged Sebastian, oh by the angel he wanted to, but he couldn't move. It was like he was suddenly turned to ice, frozen in place.

Sebastian looked at him like a cat who'd cornered a mouse, "This must be my lucky day." he mused as he began striding over towards Alec. Finally coming out of his shock, Alec swung his blade down towards Sebastian with a speed and force he hadn't known he possessed.

It wasn't enough though. Sebastian's hand shot up and clamped around Alec's wrist. Looking into Alec's eyes with another cruel smile, Sebastian squeezed. The seraph blade dropped to the ground and Alec let out a startled cry as his wrist was suddenly shattered.

Sebastian leaned towards Alec, so close that he could feel his breath against his ear, flowing down his neck. "This is going to be fun." he whispered into his ear. Wide blue eyes flooded with fear while a scream echoed around an abandoned train station with nothing but the shadows to hear it.

A/N: So again, let me know what you think! Reviews make me update faster and would mean the world to me3 Well until next time than! :]