Bloodloss: An Alec and Magnus (Malec) Fanfiction

Chapter 8

The next morning, after a less than comfortable night sleeping on the sofa, I get my meagre bag of belongings together and say goodbye to Simon and Jordan.

“We’ll come to visit you. You can always come here if you need a place to stay.” Simon reminds me.

“Have a good time. It will be fine.” Jordan says, and they wave to me as I get into the awaiting taxi and disappear.

The taxi driver stops after a drive long enough to eradicate any hope I had of Izzy and Jace being able to visit. I tug my bag out after me and pay the exorbitant fare grudgingly. I put my hand in my pocket and feel for Catarina’s card. I pull it out, read the note on the back for encouragement, and start down the long drive. The drive ends in a circular sort of shape, behind which is a huge building made of golden stone. I stand by the sundial in the centre of the drive for a while, gathering my courage, and then shrug my bag onto my shoulder and start up the stairs towards the black double doors.

I knock on the door and almost immediately, as if they were waiting on the other side, a tall girl opens it. She has dark skin and golden eyes, and around her neck is a Praetor Lupus necklace like Jordan’s.

“Do you have an appointment.” She asks in a monotone as though she’s reciting lines she’s learnt by heart.

“Urm, I’m a friend of Jordan Kyle’s.” I say.

“Recently Turned?”

“Yes.” I reply.

She steps closer and stares at me quizzically.

“Vampire,” she says. “And something else. Are you a hybrid?”

“Yes, I’m part warlock.”

She nods.

“Ah, I see why you’re here. I’ll take you through to Praetor Scott. Can I take your bag?”

“Urm, no. I’ll keep it with me, thank you.” I reply and she shrugs, leading me down the corridor. She stops outside a door and knocks.

“Come in.” a voice inside booms, and she saunters off back down the hall, leaving me to enter on my own.

I slip into the room and close the door behind me. Sat behind an oak desk scattered with papers and files is a man with graying blonde hair. His green-gray eyes search me and he stands to shake my hand.

“Praetor Scott, head of the Praetor Lupus. How may I help you?”

“I would like to join you. I’ve been recently Turned and I would really appreciate your help.” I say.