Hey again! Heres chapter two! Hope you enjoy reading, and I will post the next chapter after I get some reviews! Thanks.
Just a warning there is one use of language in this chapter, so if that bothers you then its quite early on so you should be able to skip over it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter Two: Cold
POV: Isabelle
It had been a week.
A week, since Magnus had broken up with Alec. A week since Alec had his heart shattered into a million pieces.
And she could do nothing to help. Alec had closed himself off from everybody. He wasn't eating, he wasn't sleeping, he wasn't talking to anybody. He stayed in his room all day and all night with the door locked and didn't let anybody in. Not even Jace.
Isabelle was in despair. She knew her brother was wasting away slowly, in pain, and he wouldn't let her do anything to help. She wanted to kill that fucking warlock for breaking her brothers heart, but she knew Alec would hate her for it.
She climbed up the stairs and left the plate of food outside Alec's door, just like everyday, even though she knew it would go to waste. She just wished she could do something to heal Alec's pain. She couldn't stand to see her brother like this.
POV: Alec
It had been a week.
A week since Magnus broke up with him. A week since he'd had his heart shattered into a million pieces.
Alec was submerged in an endless ocean of torture and pain. His whole body felt broken and cold, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore.
All he thought about everyday was all the things he could have done better. All the things he SHOULD have done better.
All the things he'd done wrong. Everything about him was wrong. He should have held Magnus' hand in public more, should've tried harder for him and not taken him for granted. He should have been more selfless and been grateful for all that Magnus did. He should NEVER have considered Camille's offer.
Camille. The name sent a wave of hatred through him. If only he'd been able to kill her himself...
But the hatred he felt for the dead vampire was nothing compared to the hatred he felt for himself.
He was aware of Isabelle and Jace's attempts to break him out of his trance, but he ignored them. He was aware that Isabelle left food outside his door every night, but he ignored that too. He felt bad, knowing he was hurting them so, but he couldn't understand why they bothered. Why would anyone bother with him? He was worthless. Stupid. An idiot. An idiot who turned the one person he loved most in the world against him. Why would anyone care for him? Why would anyone love him?
He knew the answer. They didn't.
Through the waves of agony though, there was one thing he missed most. The rush, the high of battle. The release of swinging a blade down on the enemy, of triumph. He looked down at the seraph blade laying on his bed side table. His eyes sparkled.
He knew what he wanted to do.
He knew what he had to do.
POV: Isabelle
She watched as Jace pounded his fists against the door, shouting for Alec to let him in, to talk to him. By this point though, she knew it was hopeless.
"Jace. Maybe we should stop. He's not going to let us in... its been a week," she reasoned... Since when did she become the reasonable one?
"No. Isabelle, I'm not going to let him sit in his room drowning in his sorrows and do nothing about it. I HAVE to help him," Jace argued, a frustrated crease between his brows.
Eventually, in his anger, Jace managed to actually kick the door down, oblivious to Isabelle's protests.
She had been about to rush over to Alec's side when both her and Jace froze in utter shock.
Alec wasn't there.
POV: Alec
The frigid wind ripped against Alec's skin, but he hardly noticed the icy temperature. He didnt even realise that it had begun to snow.
Carrying only his seraph blade and sensor, he strode down the streets, looking for any signs of demon activity.
He doubted Izzy and Jace had even noticed he'd gone. Isabelle had probably gone back to bed after being awoken by his crying; it was four in the morning after all.
When the sensor started to beep erratically, he knew he had found what he was looking for. Grinning wildly, he tore into the warehouse on his left, leaving all traces of sanity behind him.
POV: Isabelle
"Jace. Please stop pacing, it's driving me crazy," she whined, although the majority of her thoughts remained elsewhere.
Jace ignored her, striding purposefully up and down the room, stopping sometimes at the window in which Alec had so obviously used to... Escape? "Where could he have gone? WHY would he have gone? Alec's never this reckless. Ever." He continued muttering, more to himself than to Isabelle.
"Jace. Stop. Listen. Look, as much as your going to hate me for saying this... There's only one place we can go."
There you go, Sorry its a little short, next chapter should be longer!
Okay, next chapter has Magnus POV, but I'm not going to post it till I've got some reviews... Thanks for reading!
~Dreams Of Oblivion
