Captured

Sparkling Lights and Broken Glass

Simon, Isabelle, Magnus, and Alec all set their bags down in the open entrance way of the Inquisitors house, which is where they decided to stay because of Isabelle and Alec’s dad’s new position on the council. Isabelle was leaning her whole body against the door, exhausted. She cracked her neck once and straightened her shoulders before pushing past the boys and finding a room. “Dad will probably be back later tonight,” she stated, walking towards the stairs placed just down the hall.

“Well, shouldn’t we get to work?” Alec asked her, confused, still standing by the door with Magnus and Simon.

“Alec, I’m exhausted, and I am damn sure that you three are as well,” she scoffed, turning around to face them; her hand was set on the railing, while the other held her bag. “Look, we can’t do any good if we’re dead on our feet. We need to think rationally about our situation. All we have been doing is planning and working our butts off for the past three days, and we all need to take a break. I say, that we get a good night’s rest and then tomorrow morning we get right back to work,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “I want to find them as fast as possible too, but we won’t be doing anything productive if we’re half asleep.”

Alec opened his mouth as if he were about to make an argument when Isabelle opened her eyes. She noticed that he was about to reply and immediately turned her tired eyes into a glare, telling him to shut up. Alec snapped his mouth shut and flew his hands up in surrender, knowing that Isabelle would surly kick his butt with her heels. Isabelle the turned sharply on her heel and made her way up the stairs, leaving the three boys in the entrance way.

She stalked up the two flights of stairs and found an empty bedroom just down the hallway. She threw her bag down on the bed in the corner of the room, and sat down next to it. The mattress made creaking sounds underneath her weight and she could faintly hear muffled sounds below her. Low voices could be heard through the floors and she sighed loudly, putting her head in her hands. She wished that they would listen to her for once and get some rest, instead of planning ahead without her. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sat up abruptly, ignoring the little voice inside of her head telling her to go lecture the guys. She made her way out of the bedroom and looked up and down the short hallway. She noticed an open doorway to her left and saw clothing hung on the edge of the bed. Dad’s room, she thought to herself. Curiosity got the better of her as she quietly opened the door and slid into the room.

Isabelle looked around the room and was not surprised. The room was practically spotless with the exception of some shirts on the bed, which she saw earlier. She still didn’t know why she had come in here in the first place; it was as if her body were doing things on its own command. She kneeled down next to her father’s bedside table and slid open the drawer. It was mostly empty, she noticed, as she lifted her chin up to look inside. There were a few loose papers and some dust within it, but other than that it was mostly empty. Isabelle started to close the drawer when she noticed a glimmer catching in the light, which sparked inside the almost closed drawer. Isabelle stopped. She squinted and saw the light causing a silver flash off of something inside. She reached her hand in and pushed some papers around as she felt a hard object push against her strong hand. It felt cool on her skin while she pulled it out to examine it.

Her heart dropped to her feet as realization dawned on what was in her hand. She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head in sadness and frustration before she looked back down at her mother’s family ring. She threw it back into the drawer and slammed it shut. Her father had taken his ring off. Isabelle was outraged. She stood up and slammed her hand down on the table, causing it to rattle. As soon as she hit the table a picture frame tumbled off the edge and smashed against the hardwood floors, making Isabelle cringe. She was instantly brought back to reality as she picked up the frame gently, little shards of glass falling to the ground. She flipped it over and stared at the picture in awe.

It was a picture of herself, Jace, Alec, and Max sitting on the front steps of the institute. Max. The thought brought tears to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She drifted her fingers over Max’s face lightly. She could remember that day perfectly. It was before Clary even came into their lives. They were out on the front steps laughing at a joke Max had told them when they heard Maryse snap the photo. She smiled at the memory, remembering how life used to be, but she could no longer dread on the past. She gripped the broken frame in her hands, her knuckles turning white. “Isabelle?”

Isabelle’s head snapped towards the open door. She looked up to see her father, standing in the door frame, staring confusedly at her. “What are you doing in here?” Robert asked, a bit of anger tracing his voice. She realized then that the low voices of the boys downstairs had stopped, and she internally cursed at herself that she didn’t prevent this from happening.

Isabelle looked down at the pieces of glass in her hands and then back up to her father, unsure of what to say. She felt as if she were a little kid again getting reprimanded by her parents. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up,” she said, standing up and setting the frame back on the table. She made her way to the door keeping her head down, but her father’s voice stopped her.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that. I don’t care about a broken picture frame,” he said, stepping inside the room. “Why did you come in here, Isabelle?”

“I don’t know. I saw that the door was open and I just…” she broke off into a whisper, shrugging.

“You shouldn’t intrude on someone else’s personal area. You know better than that,” he scolded, walking behind Isabelle to pick up the glass.

Before he could even kneel down, Isabelle was talking again. “Why?”

“Excuse me?” he asked a bit astonished, turning around to face Isabelle’s back. “What do you mean ‘why’?”

Isabelle shrugged again, turning around to face her father, while all of the shyness left her body and was replaced with anger. “Well, why?” she asked again. “I mean you almost sound worried Dad, like there was something in here that you didn’t want me to find.”

“Isabelle,” he warned.

“No,” she raised her voice, slapping her hands down on her thighs. “I am so sick of all the lies and secrets that are being kept in this family. Jace is missing Dad, missing, and you didn’t even think to call. Mom is a wreck, and it never even crossed your mind once,” she nearly screamed, holding her finger up in the air. “To call home. It’s as if you don’t even care about us anymore. Jace, Mom, or anybody.” She finished throwing her hands up in the air.

Robert looked shocked in a way that Isabelle had never seen her father. He had always been the composed one, never letting anything show. “Of course I care, Isabelle, I love all of you.”

“Really?” Isabelle asked. She knew that she was pushing her luck, but all of her sensibility flew from her mind at that moment. “Then where’s your ring Dad?” Her voice wavered a bit, while a new pool of tears filled her eyes. God, I am so sick of crying.

He looked down at his hand and then up again at Isabelle. “Isabelle, your Mom and I aren’t going through the best of times right now, but it’s nothing that you have to worry about.”

“I know more than you think I know,” she laughed, humorlessly. “I know a hell of a lot more than you think. I’m not stupid, and I’m tired of everyone thinking that I am.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked, as his eyebrows furrowed.

She scoffed and walked out the door. “Just forget it, Dad.” She ran down the hall and into her bedroom, slamming the door shut and leaving her father to clean up all the mess. She was tired and didn’t want to clean up the sharp, glass pieces. Just like she didn’t feel like cleaning up their family’s broken pieces and trying to put them back together, once again.


His face was so close to her own, that she could feel his body heat. Clary bit the inside of her cheek and clenched her hands into fists to prevent from shaking. She wasn’t going to show Sebastian any sign of weakness; the satisfaction he would gain from that would make her hate him even more than she does now. If that were even possible. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked confidently, shaking her head from side to side.

“Well,” he sneered, cupping the side of her face with his hand. Clary flinched away in response, which caused Sebastian to grip her even tighter. She could faintly her Jace’s protests in the background, but she pushed that thought away almost as soon as it came to her mind. She needed to focus, and worrying about Jace would be the only thing that could make her lose her focus. “I think that we should continue where we left off, on that night at the apartment, before the ritual at the Burren. Surly, you remember?” Clary could feel her heart pump louder in chest as he used his other hand to grip around her waist.

She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side. “I am not a doll. You can’t just play with me when you feel like it.” she said, her voice coming out a bit shaky, while she spat each word out separately.

Sebastian leaned forward so that his mouth was right by her ear. “Aw, sister dear, come on. We’ve done this before, why not do it again.”

Clary was fully shaking now from the fear of her brother, no matter how desperately she tried to control it. She could feel his lips against the side of her cheek as he talked. “You are sick,” Clary said through gritted teeth.

Jace was full on screaming by now as Sebastian kissed his way down Clary’s cheek. Clary’s eyes were still shut tightly as she tried to picture herself somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Suddenly the pressure of Sebastian’s lips were off of her skin. He stood up and turned around to face Jace. Clary opened her eyes and gasped silently. Jace had blood streaming down his wrists from his constant struggle to get to her and his whole body was lit up like a Christmas tree. There were some burn marks on the wall, but the chains still stayed in place. “Still can’t make that Heavenly Fire work can you?” Sebastian asked, grinning. “Too bad, I was really looking forward to some sort of a challenge.”

Jace didn’t make a comment about his Heavenly Fire, as all of his thoughts were on Clary. “Stop touching her. She didn’t do anything,” he seethed, pulling the chains once more in frustration.

Sebastian chuckled, making the hair on Clary’s skin stand. “Brother, can you not learn to share? You’ve already had your fun with Clary, have you not? I mean, those little scratches I had on my back were proof enough.” Jace didn’t reply. He moved his gaze off of Sebastian’s face and to the cracked floor instead. Clary could see Sebastian’s eyes grow wider in realization. “Oh, so you two haven’t done the deed,” he snickered in amusement. “I just kind of assumed.”

“Shouldn’t you know better than to assume things by now?” Jace asked, the sarcastic tone returning to his voice. “That really is all you do. You assumed that you could make Clary love you. You assumed that you could make me your puppet, essentially, and now you assume that your plan is actually going to work, and that Clary and I are going to stand by your side while you do it. But guess what? That is never going to happen.”

Sebastian took a step closer to Jace, shaking his head and smiling. “I never needed you as my puppet. In fact, I don’t really need you at all. All I need is my dear sister to sit by me while I change everything. She will choose me over you, too bad you won’t be there to see it as you’ll probably be dead by then.”

Clary wanted to plug her ears and ignore all of the horrible things that Sebastian was saying. She couldn’t imagine a world without Jace in it. The thought itself scared her more than the things that Sebastian was capable of doing to her.

“You know very well that if you killed me,” Jace said, never once shifting his gaze from Sebastian’s. “Clary would never forgive you, let alone love you,” he ended, sitting back against the wall.

Sebastian snapped his head around to look at Clary again, obviously annoyed by Jace’s comments. “Are you not tired of always being the damsel in distress Clary? That is what you are, right?” He asked her, staying in his place. Clary felt each word like a slap to the face. “I know that nobody would ever tell you because everybody who loves you cares about your feelings,” he continued, mocking fake hurt. “But, you really are the weak one. How many times has your little crew needed to save you? How many times have you dragged them down? Wouldn’t their lives be so much easier and peaceful without you in it? You know I’m right.”

Clary could no longer hold it in. An angry tear escaped her eye as she looked at Sebastian with pure hatred. She hated the fact that everybody thought that she was just a little girl and that she was the one who always need protecting, just as she loathed the fact that she was letting Sebastian see her cry. She looked over at Jace who was already staring straight at her. There was a pleading look in his eyes, telling her not to listen to him. He shook his head from side to side. She looked away and towards the floor, not enjoying the weight of their gazes on her.

Sebastian scoffed. “I have some business to attend to, but I will be back, Clary, to finish what we have tried to start so many times before. Third times the charm, am I right?” He winked before he turned on his heel and exited the room, shutting the door once again, trapping them in. Clary bit her lip as she looked back up at Jace, who had a shocked and confused look plastered onto his face. Clary blinked a couple times to get the tears out of her eyes and gulped.


Alec hurried back into his room, which was across from Isabelle’s, after overhearing her conversation with their father. He knew that it wasn’t right to eavesdrop on private conversations, but he needed to find out where the yelling was coming from. He closed the door shut behind him and stationed his forehead on the door, closing his eyes. Everybody knew that Robert and Maryse weren’t doing the best at the moment, but Alec always tried to ignore that fact. He didn’t want to deal with it.

Suddenly, he heard the creaking of the bed behind him, and he turned around to see none other than Magnus standing in front of him. He had his bag placed next to Alec’s on the floor and his catlike eyes were basically glowing in the evening light coming from the window. “What are you doing in here?” Alec asked, slightly confused.

“There aren’t very many rooms in this place,” Magnus shrugged. “I could sleep on the couch downstairs if you really want, or I could go crash in with Isabelle and Simon, but I highly doubt that you would want to know what is probably going to go on in there tonight.” Alec shivered at the thought.

“No, its fine, I don’t care. I just thought that you would,” Alec said, ending in a whisper that was barely audible.

Magnus sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Do you want to get into this right now?”

Alec shook his head, deciding not to reply. Truthfully, he didn’t want to get into it tonight. He was exhausted, even though he would never admit that to his sister. He walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down ready to go to sleep, having already changed beforehand after his Dad went upstairs. Magnus was already changed as well; he walked over to the closet and pulled out an extra pillow and blanket. He set it down on the hardwood floor as Alec pulled the covers up and over his body. Magnus shut off the light and closed the curtains before doing the same on the floor. They both pretended to sleep silently in the dark for a couple minutes, Magnus’ back facing away from him, when Alec couldn’t take it anymore. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” Alec said, timidly.

Magnus exhaled and then sat up and turned around to face Alec. They could barely see each other in the darkness. “Alec,” Magnus whispered.

“No, I mean it,” Alec insisted, sliding over to give Magnus room on the bed, so that his back was up against the wall. He patted the open space next to him before continuing. “You aren’t going to be able to help us at all tomorrow if you’re too sore from sleeping on the hardwood. Please?”

Magnus rubbed his eyes, while picking up his pillow and blanket reluctantly, and laying down on the bed next to Alec. He was on his back, looking up at the chipped ceiling, while Alec was on his side, facing him. Alec slowly moved his hand down towards Magnus’ and grasped it firmly, refusing to let go even through Magnus’s protests. “Alec,” Magnus said roughly. “We-we can’t.”

“Please, Magnus. Can we not just pretend everything is back to the way it was? Just for tonight,” Alec pleaded. Magnus shut his eyes very tight, causing a wrinkle in his forehead. He didn’t reply to Alec’s question, but he didn’t try to pull away again, so Alec took this as an agreement. So they fell asleep together in the dark, holding on to each other’s hands desperately, and pretending that everything was alright. Even though it wasn’t.


Isabelle looked up from her hands when she heard Simon come into the room and sit on the bed next to her. She realized that he had already changed into sleeping clothes as he put his arm around her shoulders and drew her into his body. If vampires produced body heat, she would have been able to feel the heat coming off of him through his t-shirt. She sighed and wrapped an arm around his torso, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “You okay?” He asked, kissing the top of her head.

She nodded. “Just tired I guess.”

“So am I. It’s been a long couple of days.”

She noticed something off about his voice and looked up hesitantly at his face. He looked drained and tired, and something about his voice worried her. “Are you okay?” She pushed away from him gently to get a better look at him. She looked down at his gamer tee and along his arms, gasping. All over his arms she could see his veins stand out like ink smeared on paper. They were a greyish colour, and something she would have totally missed had she not been looking for them. “Simon! When’s the last time you fed?” She asked, worried, grabbing his arm tightly to get a better look.

Simon sighed. “I’m fine Iz, really.”

“No you’re not! When was the last time that you ate?” She asked again, more urgently this time.

He ran his hand over top of his head and moved his shoulders up. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “A couple days ago?”

“Simon! Are you crazy! Why didn’t you tell anybody?” She asked, outraged.

“Because it’s fine Izzy. I’m fine, Iz,” he tried to assure her, pulling his arm away from her grasp.

“You’re obviously not fine, Simon,” she exclaimed, gesturing to his veins. “Why haven’t you fed? You could have passed out at any moment and we wouldn’t have even known why!”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve just been busy; I forgot.”

“Forgetting to eat is like forgetting to put on pants in the morning, Simon! You need to eat, now,” she said, brushing her dark hair away from her neck and looking up at him expectantly. She gestured to her neck. “Here.”

Simon backed away slightly and looked in the opposite direction. “Iz, I can’t,” Simon said, his voice shaking.

“Of course you can. Stop being ridiculous,” she replied, glaring at him now.

“I can’t!” He yelled through gritted teeth and stood up to back away from the bed where Isabelle was sitting. His body was now pressed behind the wall. He could feel his fangs starting to sharpen in his mouth and tried to calm down his thoughts. “I cannot risk hurting you,” he said again, more desperately.

Isabelle sat up off the bed and walked over to him. She saw him try to move away, but she placed her hands on his shoulders before he could actually do so. “You are not going to hurt me. I’m not fragile and you know that,” she assured him.

He shook his head back and forth in disbelief. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time I fed on human blood? I couldn’t control myself, and look what happened. I almost killed her! If it weren’t for Jordan she would be dead!” He looked down into her brown eyes and pleaded. “I can’t let myself do this and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you in any way.”

“And I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you die because you wouldn’t take of yourself,” Isabelle retorted, not taking no for an answer.

“Iz, please don’t make me do this,” Simon whispered, cupping her face.

“I trust you,” she whispered back, moving her hair once again from her neck to give him better access. “I always have and I always will.”

She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his face closer. She could hear Simon’s, unnecessary, and uneven breathing as he put his mouth against her neck and bit. She gasped, feeling Simon’s teeth enter her skin. She drew him even closer to her, if that was even possible and brought her hands up to the back of his head, gripping his hair. Almost as soon as it had started, it stopped. Her neck suddenly felt very empty as he removed the pressure of his teeth from her skin. His pupils were a bit larger, but they quickly returned to their normal size; he looked down at her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, positioning his hands on her shoulders.

Isabelle nodded in response. “I’m fine. I’m not broken, see?” She stepped away from him and twirled in a circle, giving Simon a full view of her. Her hair whipped around in the air as she turned and she smiled to reassure him. “Please don’t hesitate next time,” she said, after she finished twirling. “If you ever need to, you can.”

Simon gave her a little smile and stepped closer to her, grabbing her waist. He placed his forehead on top of hers, while her arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips.

“We should probably go to sleep,” she said, stepping away from him and unfolding the covers.

“Okay,” Simon agreed, grabbing her arm that was holding the blanket. “But first, I really have to do this.” He swung her around so that their bodies were now touching and she gasped in shock. He automatically captured her lips with his own, not giving her time to think, which, for the first time, she was grateful for. She didn’t want to think about anything else right now, but this.
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