Too long trying to resist it
You've just gone and missed it
It's escaped your world
-Muse, Muscle Museum
Raphael knew that from the moment he decided to save Isabelle Lightwood's life that she would be having feelings of denial, of being overwhelmed, of sadness and longing for her old life. He knew all of this because he experienced them himself when he became a vampire.
He was prepared for the emotional rollercoaster she was going to go through and he thought of even helping her out, give a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold and such. And he would have gladly done so… if she'd actually let him be in the same room as her.
The word 'angry' might be a slight understatement for how she'd been the past few days.
The look of absolute loathing and fury he received when he came to deliver blood to her the next evening after the cemetery could have probably sent any demon back to hell and she didn't even have to use her whip.
He thinks that he should have expected that reaction from her because of all the things Isabelle was passionate was definitely it. It wasn't really the type of passion he had hoped to achieve from her but he was still content to be able to ignite any type of the feeling from her whether it is in the form of hate.
He contemplates this as the front door of the Institute opens. "Oh hi, Raphael," Simon greets with a strained smile. "Come on in."
"Is something wrong?" He asks as he steps inside, noticing the other vampire's stiff posture.
"Nothing's wrong, it's just, uh, Jace and Alec are here and Isabelle's-"
"Telling them now,"
Simon nods with an uncomfortable smile.
"I should be there."
"What?" Simon stares at him baffled.
He ignores the question and hands him the plastic bag with the blood. "Which room are they in?"
Simon continues to just stare at him and Raphael turns, relying on his vampire hearing to lead him to the room they were in.
"Whoa, wait, Raphael!" Simon calls urgently as he walks. "I don't think it's a good idea to go inside there right now, especially when two Shadowhunters probably want to kill you right now!"
Raphael continues to ignore him and when he finds the right room, grabs the handle and steps inside.
"YOU!" An angry shout greets him as the dark-haired Shadowhunter boy tries to lunge at him but is unhappily pulled back by Jace.
"Calm down, Alec."
The dark-haired boy opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but seemed to angry for words and sat back down on the sofa, face turning a shade of purple.
"Hi Raphael," Clary addresses him from the opposite couch, her arm around a vulnerable-looking Isabelle. "We were just talking about you."
"Yes, hi Raphael," Jace says from beside the fuming Alec. "We need to talk."
Raphael closes the door behind him, opting to lean on the wall beside it instead of coming near the Shadowhunters. Crossing his arms over his chest leisurely, he waited for them to start talking.
"We've just been made aware of the…situation." Jace starts. "And we'd like to thank you for all the help you've given Isabelle."
There was a snort of disbelief from the other male Shadowhunter whose glare was unnervingly like his sister's. "Grateful, are we?"
Jace narrows his eyes at him. "Yes Alec, grateful. We are grateful because he saved Isabelle's life."
Alec looked outrage. "He didn't save her life! We let her and Clary go leave for a weekend to visit Simon and then out of nowhere, that prick over there goes around and turns her into one of them!"
"And what am I exactly, Alec?" Isabelle asks coldly from her seat, an unreadable expression on her face. "A vampire? One of the undead? A Downworlder? Well, what's wrong with that? Last time, I checked you had little against Downworlders."
He glances at Raphael for a moment. "Except for him, I have nothing against Downworlders."
"Then why are you acting like such a priss? So I'm a vampire now, big deal! No one really had a fit when Simon was turned, what makes me so special?"
With a sigh, the anger seemed to be leaving Alec now. "Isabelle- Izzy, I don't know. I guess – it's just – I – I don't want to lose you." He shakes his head. "I can't lose you."
Isabelle softens at the raw emotion in his voice. "Alec, you idiot," She smiles kindly at him. "You can never lose me. Never. Nothing's changed, I just have a different diet now, but I'm still your sister and I'll always be your sister."
"Really?"
She nods. "Really." And at that he smiles back at her.
The tension in the room seemed to be lifted and Jace and Clary were inwardly making sighs of relief. The peace was born to be short-lived however.
Raphael pushes himself of the wall, "Sorry to break this Hallmark family moment but I have business that needs to be discussed."
Jace looks at him curiously. "And that would be?"
Walking closer to them, he answers, "I've come to take what's mine."
I think this is the longest chap yet and I have no idea if anyone's really in character.
I also just realized how many relatives I have who have the same names as the Mortal Instruments characters. I have uncles named Raphael, Jonathan and Robert. My godmother's name is Jocelyn while my great aunt's name is Isabelle - I am all a little disconcerted right now to say the least.