The Thruth Behind The Blood
Chapter 2
"Hey, brat, wake up!" shouted Pangborn.
Alec slowlyopened his eyes. When he finally focused he stood up and put his hand behind his back. He wanted to grab his weapon, but he realised that the knife was gone.
Pangborn laughed histerically. "What are you doing kid? Even if you had a weapon, you really think you can defeat me?" Pangborn laughed louder than before.
"I'm stronger than you think" hissed Alec. "You can be big like a mountain but you're an idiot and you always will be one of them!"
Pangborn's eyes darkened. He growled and throwed himself at Alec. The young Shadowhunter jumped away but the other man caught his arm, throwed him on the bed and with his other hand he grabbed Alec's neck.
Alec was out of breath but Pangborn only laughed.
"So, what do you say now?"
I need to do something or I meet my end, thought Alec. The Shadowhunter wanted to kick Pangborn, but for his surprise the other male cried out. His voice was full with pain.
"What happend?" asked Alec himself.
He felt something warm pouring from the bigger body and when he looked down he saw it. Blood. It was Pangborn's blood. Alec looked up and he saw a bloody sword in Pangborn's chest. With a strong kick he freed himself under the dead man.
"This was your last chance, idiot." He heard someone talking to the corpse.
This voice...
Alec knew it very well. He wanted to escape but one hand grabbed him, then a second one, and before he could do anything he was hugged strongly. He was unable to resist and he leaned against the hot chest.
"I won't let anyone hurt you, I swear the angels."
The man turned Alexander, looked him deep in the eyes and slowly shared a kiss with him. Alec felt dizzy, but he needed to know something.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you" said Valentine.
