Runes | Alec Lightwood

1.3

^^ Evie

The car ride to the Institute was quiet. There was a weird tension about Alec and I. I kept thinking about what he said.

As we walk down the hallway of the Institute, we stop halfway, Alec stands beside me and Clary asks why Shadowhunters are better than mundanes.

"Because we protect humans." Isabelle answers.

"You're right. Humans. You protect humans. You left Simon all alone in the van." she looks around at us, "Great job, guys. You rock."

Alec points out, "There is some truth to the idea that human beings should have a modicum of common sense"

I turn to look at him, "Alec, not now."

"Look, they won't do anything to Simon. They just wanted to draw you out. They want the Cup, and they think you have it." Jace tells her.

"But why do they think that? Why does anyone think that?"

Clary continues on talking and asks what she should do, Alec says that we have to report to the Clave and I mentally roll my eyes as we continue walking down the hall.

"-The vamps want the Cup." Jace says.

"Why? It makes new Shadowhunters." Clary asks.

Alec replies, "Nobody wants Valentine forming an army loyal to himself."

"Plus, it controls demons." Izzy adds.

"They'll propose a trade. Simon for the Cup."

"So, vampires will trade Simon for the Cup and Valentine will trade my mother for the Cup. Either way, I lose someone I love." Clary pauses and sighs, "What if I just toss it up in the air and let them fight it out among themselves?"

"So this doesn't matter to you?" Alec says looking at her.

"Yes, of course, it matters!"

She looks at all of us and says, "Listen when you saved my life I put my trust in you. Now, I need you to put your trust in me. I can't turn into what you are overnight."

I nod, "It's true. She was raised as a mundane."

"What are you, her spokesman now?" Alec said, aggravation clear in his voice.

"I don't need a spokesman, I need a plan." Clary says walking away.

"Uh, look at all this stuff, these screens. I mean, can any of this help me find Simon? Where is he, anyway? Some kind of crypt in Transylvania?"

Jace replied, "Actually, no. That was Camille's outfit, right? They're locals."

"They're at the Hotel DuMort, down in Gansevoort Street." Izzy said.

"And we came back here? Why? We have to go there. Let's go, now. Come on." Clary said.

Alec looked at Clary and replied, "We need a Clave resolution for that."

I shake my head, "The four of us can't declare war on the vamps all by ourselves."

"And we can't react without considering our options. Downworlders are slaves to their impulses. We're not." Alec said.

"Alec, you can't just jump on all the Downworlders." Izzy replied quickly. I looked at her and chucked.

Alec looked at Izzy and smiled, "Oh, that's right. Seelies have their charms, apparently."

"Right" Jace smirked.

Clearly confused, Clary asked, "Seelies?"

"Like faeries. The Fair Folk. Add pixies, nixies, elves anybody half-angel, half-demon. It's pretty much a catch-all term." Jace informs her.