Alec opened the door to his house, noticing Clary had left the door open once again. But what he saw when he walked in made his eyes widen at a impressive extent. The house was distroyed, and in disarray. He dropped his bag by the door, "Aunt Joc? Clary?" he called out. He searched Clary's room, Jocylens room, the kitchen, bathrooms.
They where nowhere to be found. He began to panic, all of a sudden these crazy events started happening. First the assassins, now this. He hurried back to the front door, and fell to his knees infront of his bag. He serched for his phone, yanking it out of the side pocket in the front.
Alec pressed Jocylens speed dial number, and he listened to the phone ring over and over. After five tries he called Clary, the same with her. Alec remembered that Isabell gave him her number, so he called her, hoping she could help.
The found her contact, and pressed her name, putting the phone up to his ear. It rang twice before came a voice nothing like Isabells. "Hello? Magnus speaking" They said. "W-where's Izzy?" he asked, his voice shaking from the fear and panic.
"Oh she's in the shower. So what can I do for you love?" Magnus asked in a flirty tone. Alec had no time to notice and simply answered, "I need to come back there now. Something t-terrible has happened. Is there anyway I can get back?" Alec asked. You could hear as Alec stuttered over his words that he was about to cry.
Alec could only think of the worst possible scinarios in situations like this, but he did not want to cry. So he swallowed back that sob in the back of his throat, and took deep breath as Magnus began to speak.
"Yeah sure. But you left not too long ago? What happened?" Magnus asked, sounding only a bit concerned. It was his job to ensure Alec's saftey after all. "I don't know. I came home and Jocylen and Clary where gone. And the house is a reck." Alec said.
The other line went scilent for a second, before he heard Magnus mumble "dammit" into the phone. "Hold on, were on our way." And the line went dead. Alec dropped his phone, sitting up aginst the wall, and drooping his head in his lap. He wanted to cry so badly, he didn't handle things like this very well due to his anxiety, and he felt a metal breakdown comming on.
He took six deep breaths, counted to ten, the. counted his fingers. It wasn't helping him though, so he began singing the jewish luliby Jocylen used to sing to him and Clary everynight when they where little.
As he sang to himself and began to calm, he fell asleep against the wall.