Chapter Eighteen: Bye Dad.

Raphael helped me wrap Dad up in an old sheet and put him in the back seat Magnus' car, Izzy was crying in Magnus' arms. He was watching me, seeing if I was ok, I guess. I couldn't look at him, I knew if I did I would break down and cry. I had to keep focused on getting Dad to Raphael's.

'So, remind me again why we're taking Dad to your place?'

'We are taking your father there because we have the tools to dispose his body, so there will be no chance of him becoming a fledgeling.' I didn't like how he said it, or the way he looked.

'Oh, ok.' I couldn't say anything after that.

I knew we were getting closer to Hotel Dumort, because even from a block away I could feel it's grim presence. 'I don't think you should be here when we dispose of him.' Raphael said.

'I think that might be a good idea. I don't want Alec or Izzy to see what's about to happen.' Magnus told him. 'I'll drive them back to the Institute.'

'Good, good. I'll send someone to tell you it's done.'

'None of this is good!' Izzy shouted at Raphael, who looked a little shocked at her out burst.

'I'm sorry Isab-'

'No you're not! You don't feel anything! You can't feel sorry!'

'Just because I cannot feel things anymore, it doesn't mean I don't remember what it felt like to feel sorry for someone Isabelle. And I know how it feels to lose someone you care about.' Izzy went silent and looked down at the ground. This was what she did when she felt bad about something. 'Now if you could please leave so I could get to work, it would be appreciated.'

I walked to my room with Magnus walking beside me. Izzy ran into her room and locked the door. 'Alec!' Max's happy little voice made me want to cry.

'Hey Max.'

'Did you find Dad?'

'Yes.'

'Where is he?'

'He's with Raphael.'

'Raf-Rafel?' He couldn't pronounce his name; it almost made me smile. 'Whose he?'

'He's a vampire.'

'What! You left Dad with a vampire!' Max shouted, looking angry.

'Max, Dads-Dads-' I couldn't finish my sentence and I couldn't look at Max's little angry face, I couldn't bring myself to tell him that his father wasn't coming home because he died. I had to get out of here; I needed to go somewhere no one would find me. I bolted for the elevator, hit down. As soon as the door's opened on the ground floor, I ran out the front doors of the Institute.