Bloodloss: An Alec and Magnus (Malec) Fanfiction

Chapter 15

The following week, the nights spent talking to Magnus finally catches up with me. Despite the clatter of crockery and clamour of voices around the table at breakfast this morning, I’m almost asleep. I rest my chin on my hand, my elbow on the table, and start to drift off. The voices and noise fades a little as I start to fall asleep, until suddenly, a sentence pierces through the exhausted fog in my brain.

“Yeah, sounds like the Nephilim are in trouble!”

My head snaps up, my whole body tense and alert, pulled immediately out of my exhaustion.

“What?” I ask, turning to the source of the voice; a small lycanthrope girl, maybe only fourteen, whose name is Madelyn, I think. I’ve seen her around, joking with her friends, a cheeky look permanently plastered on her freckled face.

“Huh?” she asks.

“Tell me what you just said.” I demand.

“I said, the Nephilim are in trouble.” She says and adds, with an irritating smirk, “You’d know that if you weren’t half-asleep.”

I give her a cold look.

“I’m not in the mood. Now what did you mean, ‘the Nephilim are in trouble’?”

“I heard Tom and Indy talking this morning. They said that the shadowhunters had killed Sebastian a few months ago and his allies, the faeries, are planning to avenge his death.”

Madelyn has paled markedly under her freckles, her hazel eyes wide at my clear distress.

“Damn.” I say, climbing over the bench I’m sat on and racing from the room.

Izzy, Jace and Clary are in trouble, and the faeries are extremely cunning. They need help, and fast. Before it’s too late.

I push the door to Praetor Scott’s office open without knocking and he looks up from the papers he’s reading, startled.

“Mr Loss…” he begins.

“What’s happening with the faeries and the shadowhunters?” I demand, cutting him off.

People mustn’t speak to him like this often – with so little respect – because he looks thoroughly outraged.

“Mr Loss, this sort of behaviour will not be tolerated.” He starts, but again I interrupt him.

“You don’t understand!” I protest. “I know Downworlders and shadowhunters haven’t always seen eye to eye, but you have to listen to me. If the shadowhunters are attacked by the faeries, and if Sebastian has anything to do with it they will be, then there will be no peace.”

“Yes, the Accords,” Praetor Scott scoffs, as if he believes the Law is worthless.