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*Alec's POV*
Images flashed across my vision, blurred and disjointed, between periods of darkness.
A wisp of blond hair.
The flare of a witch light.
Lips that trembled when they moved.
Pain overtook my body in painful sharp blasts as my head reeled. I wanted to scream, I found it building in my chest, tearing apart every muscle, yet my mouth never opened. Internally I thrashed away from the poison and the acid in my veins, but in reality I did not move.
A bandage.
Blue eyes that overflowed with tears.
Pain. More pain.
Darkness.
*Keira's POV*
I sat beside Alec, his fingers laced through mine, tapping my foot to distract myself. Simon was cutting bandages while Jace and Isabelle quarrelled over whose fault this was, while Clary looked intently at the cup concealed in its card. I tapped my foot faster, feelings Alec's pulse get slower, biting my lip hard until I can taste blood. Then, I'm standing, walking over to Clary, snatching the card from her hand and walking away. No one calls after me, no one attempts to run after me either, so I walk alone towards the library, where I will find Hodge. I have to tell him to get Magnus to hurry.
I run down the corridors, feeling Alec's life beating slowly away with every thud of my own heart, and when I burst into the library, Hodge jumped, a little startled. I ran down the few steps, taking them two at a time, to join Hodge, slamming the card down on the table. He stared between my fingers at it, and seemed to register what this meant.
"We need to hurry Magnus, Alec doesn't have long." My voice was quivering, but I didn't care. There was no time for false pretences or to pretend I was brave. The truth was I was scared. Alec was dying. There was nothing to be brave about. Hodge nodded gravely, turning away and walking towards the portal.
"Yes, I have sent a message." He said, but there was something off about his voice.
"Now, can you take the cup out? Or is that something only Clary can do." He was still facing away from me, his fingers brushing the front of the portal softly. I looked at the cup, carefully concealed in its prison, and signed. I closed my eyes softly, before letting my finger tips dip into the card, like my hand going into water. My hand reached into the vastness of the space, groping through it until they brushed something cool and metallic. I grabbed onto it, taking the handle in my hand, before drawing it out, placing it on the table. I opened my eyes and stared. It was a magnificent thing, a masterpiece of golds and jewels. I almost couldn't believe I was holding it. Hodge gave a little gasp, before he pulled on a lever, then another, twisting and turning pieces of the portal door.
"You must have wondered how you got such powers." He mused, pulling another part of the portal into place, and I watched him curiously. What on earth was he doing? At that moment, clary came into the room, looking dubiously at us both. Hodge smiled slowly, like he knew something we didn't, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.
"You must have wondered where you got your temper, and those cheek bones." He said offhandedly, and instinctively I reached up to brush my face, suddenly self conscious. Clary looked wonderingly at him, her eyes confused, but said nothing as he slipped the final piece out of place, hauling the portal door open. The inside was shimmery, almost like water, and I gazed at it in wonder. It was so beautiful.
"You must have seen the similarities. They are hard to miss." He grinned then at us both, and I cocked my head to the side, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Both with such talents? My god, you both must be incredibly dense if you have no idea what I'm talking about." He exclaimed, and something clicked inside of clary. She gasped, looking at me in shock, taking in my whole face, while I just stood dumbly waiting for an explanation.
"Valentine... He's... Our father." She whispered, and before I could laugh my head off and call her crazy, the portal shimmered, a dark shape appearing from out of it. Instantly I recognised it as the man I had hated all my life, the man who had killed my parents, who had taken my brothers. This man was evil. This man was not my father.
"Daughters, daughters." He whispered, and I felt an icy chill run down my spine. His voice was just as I remembered it, low and menacing, and I raced forward, forgetting to brandish a weapon in my rage, flinging myself at him, fist raised. He grabbed my wrist, hauling me to the side. I thrashed in his arms as he restrained me, kicking and clawing, screaming in blind rage. He killed my parents. He stole my brothers. He ruined my life!
"Casey, please calm yourself." He threw me to the floor, and I sprawled there, cheek laid against the cool stone for just a second, before I propped myself up on my elbows, ready to strike again. Before I could try, hodge was pressing his foot into my back, holding me down, and I felt loathing course through my veins. Hodge betrayed us, he had always been on Valentines side. Valentine looked at me like I was a poor little orphan child, like I was a waste, taking my face in his hands, turning it side to side. I grit my teeth, looking at him with real hatred as he tuts under his breath.
"Such beauty. Such a waste. So much like your mother." He threw my face down and walked over to Clary, who stood gripping the table, scared half to death. He smiles at her, caressing her cheeks in a creepy way, and she flinches.
"You know nothing of my mother. Murderer." I spat out the words, lacing them with menace, and hodges foot pressed more firmly into my back, until I yelled from the pressure. Valentine laughed softly, taking the cup in his hand, lifting it to the dull light the portal gave off. It glittered and glowed like a star, and I was momentarily distracted by its beauty.
"Oh but I did. All too well. Both of your mothers." He smiled devilishly, and it suddenly clicked. Why I had nothing of my father. Why my brothers were brown haired and I was blond. Why valentine had been looking for me that night. I felt disgusted by my mothers betrayal, and my head reeled with this realisation. Valentine was my father. Clary was my half sister.
"Where is she?" Clary asked for the first time, and valentine stopped smiling, looking me dead in the eyes.
"She's fine, they both are." He said, and my heart leapt. Both. Both of our mothers. Does he mean... My mother... She's... Alive? The portal shimmered, shifting and changing it's image. Instead of the shimmer of the water I saw two women. One with dark, reddish hair, floating in a pale pink dress, unconscious. The other sat in a chair, chained there, head handing limply. The curls on her head were long, blond, and cascaded down to her waist. I couldn't see her face, but I didn't need to. Her hair was so like mine I couldn't deny it.
"You got what you warned, let her go." Clary demanded, but I couldn't even speak. Mother. My mother was alive. My mother was alive after all these years! But what of my brothers? What about them? Where were they? Were they alive too?
"I need to make sure you gave me the right cup, dear daughter." He drew out the last word, and I shuddered. I was his daughter, I was as dirty as he was. It explains my selfishness, my inability to make anything work. My repeated ruining of every thing precious. He was talking to clary, but I wasn't listening. I wanted to scream, to scream for Jace to help me, but there was something keeping me quiet. Something the kept me from screaming as I started gathering my strength to roll, so I could escape.
"You've been drinking this since you were born! Both of you have. How else do you think you got your powers?" I heard valentine scream, and I looked up as he held the cup to clary mouth, containing his blood. He fed us blood, either demon or angel, and that's why we are what we are? I could be part demon... I wanted to throw up at the thought. Clary was crying, tears streaming down her face as Hodge tried to make her drink. I took this opportunity to make a break for it, rolling sideways, making hodge clatter to the floor. Valentine looked up, momentarily distracted, and I looked around frantically for an escape. He moved so fast, and he was so close... I turned and looked at the portal, running straight for it, hearing valentine scream in fury as I charged into it.
"Jace!" I screamed, hoping he'd be able to save Clary, as I burst through the water, swallowed whole.
so what do you think guys? Good? Bad? Alec omg I just can't even... No. How do you think I portrayed Valentine? And I told you there would be a twist! Keira is valentines daughter. Woop woop. Please leave reviews :) xx