Chapter 1

The first thing I mention when I wake up is that I've got a terrible headache! What the hell happened last night? I can't remember anything. I groan and then I open my eyes to find myself in a foreign bedroom. This isn't the Institute, that's for sure! So, next question: Where am I? Many things are white here, but I don't care. More important to me is how I got here or how to get out here. Damn, why must all get so complicated? I take a deep breath and suddenly there's a hand in front of my face.

"Take the pill. Trust me, you'll be better then," a familiar voice tells me. I just take the little white pill in his hand and swallow it. The headache isn't as strong as before, now.

"Thank you," I whisper and look up to find Jonathan standing at the bed. He has to see my shock because he starts smiling. Why am I in his bed? Shit, something must be wrong here!

"What are you doing here?" I ask really confused.

"Well, you don't remember what happened last night?" he asks.

"Nope, should I?"

"It wouldn't be bad if you would…"

"Why? Could you please tell me the whole story?"

"First of all a little question: Have you been a virgin before?"

"Uh, yes…"

"You aren't one anymore."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not. This isn't a joke. We had sex last night."

"WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I shout my last words, 'cause now I've got a big problem! No, this can't be real. It must be a bad dream or something like this or maybe he's just joking. But a little voice in my head tells me that he isn't. His face isn't very amused about that thing, but maybe he just lies as good as that. But I know that I just lie to myself and what he says could be the truth and maybe it is the truth. It sounds like he tells the truth.

"Did that really happen?" I ask quietly. He nods and I say: "Oh my God." Great, my parents and Alec will kill me!

"If it helps you were really good," I hear him saying.

"Could you please shut up and let me think of an explication for my family? I must tell them where I was and I won't tell them the truth," I reply.

"Well, are you so ashamed of what you did or are you just afraid of your family's reaction?" he asks. He seems to be kind today, so I answer, "You know, I'm not ashamed of it, but I don't want that they kill me. I think you don't want your father to kill you as well."

"That's not like your situation. If my father wants to kill you, you should run away as fast as you can and hope he won't be as angry as now," he smirks. It doesn't sound like fun. I mean, who wants to run away from his own father?

"He's still alive, isn't he? I mean Valentine," I ask him. He just nods and sighs then.

"Yes and he hates me now because I was an idiot and underrated you all. That's why he lost everything now and so on. But you know what? He's just an ass."

"Hey, though he's your father! You can't talk of him like that!"

"Why, because we're a family and I'm his son and it wouldn't be fair because he gave me everything I wanted? That doesn't matter anymore. He's an ass and that's that."

"Why do you think so? I thought you love him?"

"I loved him? Stop joking, Isabelle. I'm part a demon, so how can I love someone?"

"I'm not joking or something like this. What has he done that you hate him now?"

"I always hated him."

"Don't talk like that! I see that you're lying."

"What if not? I mean, I killed a 9-year-old boy who was your little brother and hasn't done anything wrong. I think it was just for fun."

"Even you can't be as cruel as that. So stop it now. Why do you hate Valentine now?"

"I don't know exactly."

"You know, you must know."

"Well, he's kinda annoying."

"That's why you hate him? All parents annoy their children because they don't want that they do something bad!"

"You don't know Valentine. He looks at me like I'm the biggest disappointment in his whole life!"

"He'll stop after some weeks or months. He loves you, trust me."

"Now, he doesn't!" His look is full of pain and anger. He has stood up without me even noticing it, his hands are clinched into fists and he almost screams what isn't typical for him. He's always so calm and now he's fully applied. "You can't understand that because your family loves you, they don't want you to change, they accept you! But I must change everything, be perfect, I can't make any mistakes!" He stops here and takes a deep breath. Then he sits down, closes his eyes and folds his arms. I wish I could comfort him, but he doesn't seem wanting to be comforted. So I just look at him without doing anything.

"What?" he asks quietly, "You haven't expected that, huh?"

"No, I expected that you could try kill me or something like this," I try to be funny, but he just snorts.

"Maybe I sometimes kill people without a good reason, but now there aren't any reasons for doing that," he says and opens his eyes slowly, "You should go now. I'm sorry, if I shocked you or something like this."

"You didn't," I answer and decide to offer him something. "If you like to talk to someone you can call me. I think you know where you can find me." He closes his eyes again and I don't know if he heard me or not. Then I stand up, pull on my clothes and run to the Institute.