Coming Home (Malec fanfic)

Chapter 4

"Hey Lightwood." Sebastian said monotone, "got good news for you. Well, depends how you take it."

Alec looked up from the corner with his hollow eyes, you could see the outline of his skull in some areas; weak from hunger and mild blood loss which was taking slower than usual to come back, he dropped his head again. "You might only have to spend one more week here with me. Well I'm quite certain it'll only be a week, it's that or death. Unless you join me to save your dear life, that can be arranged."

"Why only maybe?" he mumbled.

"There is going to be a war little shadowhunter, you'll stay here, quite safe, then we see what happens." He grimaced slightly, remembering the trade but soon losing it when reminding himself he doesn't care, nor should he ever, "if the Clave surrenders which knowing them of course they will eventually, then I shall give you back as long as they give me something I need in return. I doubt your little family and friends will be too keen but the trade item will be very willing; I know from experience, the little 'item' will be willing to switch places with you."

"What are you saying? This, item isn't an object is it.... it, is a person."

"Well done. Also, there is the chance they find me waiting here, then they shall give themselves up and I will end the war, in return you go home to your little warlock. He still loves you, thought you'd like to know."

"Why-" he coughed harshly, "why are you telling me this? You're not a kind hearted person, you're horribly evil and love getting revenge on others using people as bait, for example, right now. But now I know all your plans, who's to say I haven't figured a way to tell everyone this?"

"Because I'm not stupid. Of course you haven't."

"Oh really? And you seem to not want to do this trade, this person isn't for you, you're giving it to someone else!"

"That's enough."

"And this person is close to you, you're mainly doing it from revenge and the consequences if you don't trade yet deep down you feel bad!"

"Be quiet!"

"And I know this person to! Now who's to say I can't figure out who it is."

"Enough!"

"I know who it is! It's so obvious! Someone blind could figure it out. It's-" he got cut off by a searing pain in his ankle.

Looking down he saw it was red hot, the heat burning away at his flesh making it scab and bleed, "Apologise you weakling!"

"Never!" Alec cried at the pain, "you don't deserve it! I know who it is and you can't deny it!" The pain just got worse and he began feeling lightheaded even though his head was pounding.

"I hope you rot in hell Alexander Lightwood!" Sebastian screamed increasing the heat in the ankle chain.

Alec screamed which he hadn't done out of pain in a long time. Collapsing, Sebastian lowered his hand decreasing the heat; he could hear the bubbling of flesh actually echo quietly off the walls. He deserved that.

No he didn't!

Yes he did. He's a scum.

No, no. Bad man.

Good man. Continue with battle.

Cancel. Cancel.

Sebastian's angel and demon fought inside his head and he shook trying to get rid of them, everything was confusing. Damn the trade. He came to the conclusion, he would go ahead with it all, guilt is a sin, he should not feel it. He shall not feel it.