A LOST LOVE FOUND • alec lightwood [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The warehouse was exactly as I remembered. I felt his power outside of the building, radiating of it like a revolting stench. I clenched my jaw as I remembered why I'm here. Jonathan has Jace. My brother. He already took my baby from me, there is no way I'm letting him take my brother too. I'd rather die. I looked at the building, my nose wrinkling in disgust. I honestly don't see the appeal of dirty, old and abandoned warehouses. It's filthy, smelly and quite frankly a health hazard. I checked my watch. 11:56 PM. With a deep breath, I walked to the door of the warehouse. With a loud squeak, it opened and I stepped into the building.

It was dark inside. Pitch black night. It seemed as if no one was here, but I knew better. I could feel him. I started to feel around for my brother's soul when suddenly the lights in the warehouse went on. Momentarily I was blinded and I brought my hands up to shield my eyes. I heard his sinister laugh.

"Well, well, well, you came after all." He spoke and I opened my eyes, seeing that a row of lights leading from me to him was on and the rest of the warehouse was still in darkness. He was standing a good few meters away from me. At least he had the sense to do that, if he was any closer, I might have strangled him with my bare hands. "And alone too, I see."

I nodded, walking closer it him. "Here I am, now where's my brother?"

"Why the haste? Don't you want to talk to me a little?" He asked, smiling in what I'm assuming was supposed to be a seductive smile. Pfft, as if. I gagged.

"I'd rather be sucked dry, but thanks." I smiled fakely. Then removed my smile. "My brother." I demanded, clenching my fists. I could do nothing to him if I don't have my brother. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Fine." He snapped his fingers and a dark spot behind him lit up. He walked behind my brother and place his hands on Jace's shoulders, the smile on his face fueling my anger even further. I moved my glare from him and inspected my brother as best I could from here. His whole body was full of cuts and bruises, his clothes torn and he was unconscious, but luckily not dead. I could feel his soul still in his body.

"What did you do to him?" I glared up at the psycho. The look of his face of that of a deranged man.

"I had some fun." He laughed in a high pitched voice. I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding together.

"This is your idea of fun?" I asked with a scoff, appalled. "You're crazy." I took a step forward, ready to fight this manic, kill him and get my brother back.

"You want your brother back?" He asked, clearly mocking me. I clenched my fists. He snapped his fingers and the rest of the lights in the warehouse flickers on. I took a step back, an army of Shadowhunters revealed. There had to be at least a hundred, maybe two hundred half-angel, half-mundane beings in front of me. "Come and get him." He challenged. "You are powerful, Samara, I'll tell you that, but let's see how you do against an army. All alone."

"You lied to me." I accused, my eyes narrowing.

"No, I didn't." He gave me a sick grin. "I said you need to come alone, not that I'd be alone." He pointed out and I glared at him.

Before I could even respond or start to fight the army in front of me, an arrow soared past my head and into one of the males closest to me. The man dropped to the ground, dead. Relief filled me when I realized who was behind me. Who was having my back. "She's not alone, asshole, she's never alone." Alec's voice rang out loudly through the large building, I looked up, seeing him standing on a platform near the ceiling, bow and arrow in hand, looking oh-so-handsome.

Fury filled Jonathan's face. "You lied to me." He spat.

"No, I didn't." I mocked him, a smirk on my face. "You said I had to come alone and I did. You never said I couldn't be followed." His fury intensified at my smug words and he looked as if he'd pop a vein when he realised I had outsmarted him. I wish he'd pop a vein and die. I felt Magnus, Clary, Izzie, the New York Wolf Park, the New York Vampire Clan and Imogen Herondale - my new found grandmother, for those who forgot - standing behind me. The plan was for me to leave and for them to follow me as I went. The new leader, Raphael Santiago, owed me one for saving his life when I was sixteen and he was falsely accused of killing a mundane. He told everyone he didn't do it. No one listened, no one but me. I proved his innocence and killed the vampire who did when he tried to kill me. I didn't have any ties to the Alpha of the New York Wolf pack, but apparently Clary and her mother does. The red-head told me Jocelyn and Luke are getting married in a month.