Coming Home (Malec fanfic)

Chapter 3

~*~ Two weeks later~*~

"We may as well admit it." Isabelle stated breaking the silence in the drawing room.

Magnus, Jace, Clary, Maryse and Isabelle were all sat in a chair staring at the map on the table, deep in thought trying to eliminate locations of where Sebastian wouldn't be; but then of course there was the large risk that when they had located him, he had moved on. They all looked at her with puzzled expressions, "Admit what Izzy?" Jace asked.

"What do you think Jace?" she snapped at him, the worry and tension had worked into her head and made her angry at everything and everyone, "this is all pointless! And we know it is!"

"Isabelle!" Maryse cried, pain could easily be heard in her tone, "how can you think that?"

"This is Sebastian! He's obviously more manipulative and strong than when he took off with Jace and Clary but at least we had some way of keeping in contact with her knowing their progress and plans! Now what? We get a letter saying Alec willingly went with Sebastian and has the damn paper to prove it! Now if Alec did that, do you seriously think he wants to be found? I'm sure he's pretty happy that he's away from us even if he is tortured and starved! He made it pretty clear he never wanted to be near us again, so what better way than to run off with Sebastian and join the enemy team?" she took in a large gulp of air, "I just... think it's time to give up and wait. War is coming, and he'll bring Alec along with him. Perhaps we can work a trade or something, he's not completely heartless."

Everyone stared in complete shock at her outburst. But she had a point, Sebastian was stronger than before therefore tougher to beat. And using Alec as bait, he could be unstoppable. There was little they could do and Isabelle just made that possibility shrink even more. "I need a moment alone," Magnus whispered, "excuse me." he got up and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"Me to." Jace said and stormed out, slamming the door instead. 

Clary gave Izzy one of her looks to kill, Maryse simply fumed at her daughter with disgrace. "Isabelle Sophia Lightwood! Look what you've done now! You've made matters worse!" she screeched, "there was hope of finding Alec but you seem to have picked it up and watched it crumble between your fingers like a crumb! Then stomp on it so it seeps into the ground never to be found!"

Isabelle looked as if she regretted nothing of what she said, as if it was worth the pain and anger she caused. "Say something young lady! You can't simply ignore me! You seem oblivious to the situation, perhaps you should just  leave the room and leave the four of us to it."

This seem to have hit a nerve, Isabelle looked at the carpet but didn't move; even as Clary walked towards her she didn't flinch or show any sign she was going to leave. "Izzy-" Clary began but Isabelle cut her off with a grunt.

"Leave me alone." she mumbled.

"But-"

"I said leave me alone!" she cried and grabbed her whip which just so happened to be beside the chair, and flicked it at Clary who jumped back but it caught her wrist causing her to hiss. "That is it!" Maryse shouted, "Isabelle go to your room and do not come back out unless I say so. Do I make myself clear?"

Isabelle nodded and stood up, passing Clary she dug her nail into the cut just to make it worse; Clary cried out but immediately covered her mouth, shadowhunters didn't cry out in pain, they were strong but what Izzy did was more out of shock than pain. Nothing a simple iratze couldn't fix. 

Out in the corridor Izzy stormed passed Magnus who was sat on the floor, his arms crossed on top of his knees while leaning his forehead on them. He looked up to see her stalk off down a corridor and frowned, this was nothing like her normal, ignorant behaviour. An angry Isabelle wasn't a rare sight but her being anxious and angry just made it a hundred times worse. Sighing, he stood up and went back in to try and calm the girls. Thankfully Magnus had forced himself not to cry, just sat and took deep breaths and stared at the ground trying to distract him mind; he did so by seeing how many Chairman Meows it would take to reach the top of the ceiling by piling on top of each other. The results was 113. "Excuse me." Clary urged as she stalked past him.