No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her off of my mind. I was determined to find her, determined to bring her back to me. My search for her had begun. My numbers now dwindled but I sent the few follows I had left to look for her. She couldn't hide forever; she would soon be mine again.
I had trained the boy well. He is going to make a great warrior, a great shadowhunter. I taught him through my pain, through my mistakes. The greatest thing I taught him being, to love is to destroy. Something inside of me wanted to believe this wasn't true but then her face came to my mind and I knew I was teaching the boy the right thing. I hoped he would do something I never did and now I regretted; I hoped he would listen to his father.
I was sitting at my desk when I heard footsteps coming from behind. I turned around to see Emil standing before me.
"Yes?" I sternly ask Emil.
"She has been found" Emil replies. My whole mood seems to lighten at the sound of this.
"Where?" I ask.
"New York" he answers.
It isn't long after this that I'm in my car riding to New York. I don't know what I expected to find but it surely wasn't this. I parked my car across the street from the house Emil had given me the address to. I looked out the window to see a small girl sitting under a tree, a sketch book in hand. Beside her sat Jocelyn. Who was this child? I so desperately wanted to know. She looked just like Jocelyn, her red hair shinning in the sun light. It was no denying it; this was definitely Jocelyn's daughter. But that only left one question, who was the father?
My mood was starting to go down and I was beginning to become angry. Who was this girl? And that is when I saw him coming up behind Jocelyn and the small girl. Luke. It couldn't be; I couldn't bring myself to believe it. How could she! That filthy beast! I hadn't even realized I had done it until I saw the blood and the broken glass. I had punched out the driver's side window. I quickly took the car out of park and slammed my foot against the accelerator. I drove with my hands fiercely around the steering wheel, not even caring about the blood escaping from my knuckles. I just couldn't get the image out of my mind. Luke, Jocelyn and the little red headed girl. I slammed my foot against the accelerator more forcefully.