A/N: Guys, (that's if anyone even cares about this fanfic anymore), I want to apologise for not updating in 2 years! It has been a pretty stressful time from losing two family members in the space of four months to starting college and also getting my first job as well as having a new sibling – all under the age of 18! Anyway I've decided I will start updating this fanfic if people are interested at least once a fortnight, it may be a bit hard to follow at the start as I no longer what my plotline was going to be but bear with me. Let me know what you think of this chapter in the reviews! p.s. I'll try post two chapters up today as an apology for my two year absence.
Alec's p.o.v
The burning under my skin wouldn't stop, it was so intense that I could barely breathe let alone ask the white-haired boy to remove the needle from my arm. The only thing more painful than the demon blood, well at least I assumed it was demon blood surging through my veins, was the thought that Jace and Clary would trade themselves for my safety, not that I deserved or wanted it. I began to try to distract myself from the pain by focusing on my surroundings; although it was almost completely dark in the room there was a shaft of light shining in from a window above me, we seemed to be in some kind of castle. The Seelie Court. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks, but surely the Seelie's wouldn't be helping Valentine Morgenstern's own son?
"Alec? Alec is that you? Please Alec I'm so scared and I just want to go home to mommy and daddy." A small, familiar voice said from the corner, spreading shivers up my arms and tears in my eyes. It was max's voice. It couldn't be, Max is dead. I reminded myself, trying to ignore the sound. The voice continued to call out until suddenly there was silence as a door creaked open. The room flooded with light from a witch light being held by a boy in front of me, none other than Sebastian Morgenstern. Sebastian held the witch light in one hand and in the other was holding the hand of a young boy with dark hair, grey-blue eyes and glasses. Max.
"He wouldn't believe me that it was really you so I brought him down to see you himself." Said Sebastian, bending down to take the needle out of my arm. I relaxed almost instantly and tried to sit up before I was pulled down by the chains around my wrists. Pain filled my head as the chains dug into my wrists and it was all I could do from crying out in pain. Max pulled away from Sebastian and ran to me, throwing his arms around my neck, and began to sob.
"Before you ask, Alexander, it is Max. The boy you and your family buried in Idris was a mundane orphan, Max has been with me the whole time, I figured he would come in useful in my attempts to get my little brother and sister." Sebastian snarled, bending down in front of me. I could hardly believe my ears, my little brother was alive.
"Have you hurt him?" I replied through gritted teeth, between the burning sensation of demon blood running through my veins and the chains digging into my skin, I was surprised at how much anger was in my voice.
"He hasn't." Max said quickly, cuddling into me tighter. "I can prove it to you that it really is me, on my sixth birthday you told me that when a shadowhunter turns six they grow a tail and whiskers, I cried so hard that mommy gave out to you and you had to do all my chores for 3 months!"
I laughed at the memory that only Max, our mom and I shared, and knew that this was my little brother. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the story.
"Let Max go Sebastian, he's just a kid." I said to him, holding max's hand gently.
"Once I get my brother and sister I intend to." He replied coolly.