Disclaimer: Don't own TMI. That is Cassie Clare's. So...wow. Thank you guys for your great reviews and input.
FOR THOSE WHO ASK WHY MY CHAPTERS ARE SHORT:
I'm sorry but I try my hardest to make them long and...this one is going to be shorter than most.
I'll update for 3 reviews. Lovestory112 :)
SPOV
Sebastian peeled his eyes open.
They were swollen and bloodshot as he looked in the mirror across his room. The black in his irises were no longer a velvety looking colour but the colour of a deep crack in the earth where you couldn't see how deep it went but knew that somewhere there was a hot angry magma bubbling to be released.
Only Sebastian was afraid he would release it on himself.
Because she was dead and in a fit of anger he had wielded the knife that had killed her.
And now he should be killing himself. But he couldn't because of Jonathon, his commander and Clarissa's brother.
Oh Clarissa.
She was so beautiful and innocent. With her fiery head of flaming hair that seemed it would burn at touch but only he knew was as soft as a down of feathers. And with her big green doe eyes that could make even him spill the biggest secrets. With her little tiny hands that could sculpt an art piece and slaughter a man.
Was it weird that fact made her more attractive.
But now she was gone because of her. She was alone. He needed to go and protect her.
Sebastian plucked a sword from his dresser across the room. It had been hidden so nobody but himself could find it. And that hiding kept it with him as Jonathon took all his weapons from his room.
So untrustworthy.
So intelligent.
So ignorant to listen when Sebastian told him that he had no more.
And so Sebastian picked up the knife and held it to his neck where he knew there was a major artery leading to his heart. One blow would end him of his misery.
He could feel the weight of the heavy steel blade on his throat. It pressed deeper into the skin with every breath. He could smell the metal and taste coppery blood on his tongue where he had unconsciously bit into it.
He took a deep breath to sigh one last time and felt a trail of blood creep down to the collar of his shirt. He was not scared to die anymore.
What he felt was serenity. A tranquility that settled like a blanket around him suffocating all his thoughts except one.
Go to Clarissa.
And so he pressed deeper down with the blade cringing in pain.
It was too hard. Too painful.
He stopped.
Then forced himself to try again.
Too much pain! "Count to 3," he murmured to himself. "One" he pressed a little harder. "Two." Through gritted teeth he pressed further to open a shallow cut. "Three"
The door burst open.
Quickly Sebastian threw the knife across the room and slipped his shirt off.
"OH MY!" he heard a squeak and a shuffle. "I'm sorry to interrupt . Please finish dressing I'll be just out the door."
His maid slammed his door shut.
He'd have to talk to her about that.
Quietly he kicked his knife under his bed and pulled on a turtle neck shirt.
The cut had already healed on his demonic skin.
Sebastian opened his door and turned to the maid.
"Yes?"he inquired.
"Mr. Verlac...Mr. Morgenstern has sent me to tell you...ah...um...well..."
"Spit it OUT Carla!"he screamed at her petite and delicate brown haired form.
She reminded him of Clarissa. He hated that.
"He's sent me to tell you...She is alive."
So...3 reviews. Evil Sebastian was almost dead. And now he knows Clary's alive. What is going to happen. Review to find out.
Lovestory112:)
