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Request: @kittycatcarter2343 Finale of Bite

Tag: @petah-parkah-and-potahtas

A/N: Just a warning, this is quite long. 2000+ words And these words turning into emojis irritate meeee gah. It loses the moment in the scene! And yes, I know it’s been MONTHS since I posted part 2. I’m sorryyyy. I confess that I didn’t know how to end this and school with 3 research papers to do is so time demanding. 2000+ words

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“Did he tell you anything?” You asked Simon as you rush down to the stairwell. “No, no, nothing. Why?” He asked as he struggle to keep up with you “🆗, good.” You said ignoring his question. 

“Could you-Could you please slow down a bit?” he told you a bit louder than the usual, giving up on trying to keep up with your pace.

You looked back at him “I’m really sorry, Simon.” you said, walking away. You may not be as close to Simon as Clary is to him - those two have a solid relationship with one another - but you two also have your own friendship and admitting it to Simon would equally still be distressing.

Simon was left looking puzzled. He only asked you to slow down, not to abandon him in the dining room.

Once you’ve reached the entryway you recognized Bat Velasquez observing the walls and ceiling of the Institute. “Never been inside an Institute?” When he turned to see you he eyed you from heel to head which you responded by arching your left brow. 

“Nothing.” he said and shrugged.

You slowly walked near to him. “So.. uhm, Should I get going tonight?” you asked. “That’s the order I recieved.“ he said as if having no choice.

“Okay.” You said and pointed at your back. “I’ll just get my things. I hope you can wait more.” you said and turned away.

Bat has already met up with you once outside Pandemonium to tell you that a silent brother has spoken with the Praetor about your condition. The alliance is willing to accept you in their House but will free you as soon as the change don’t happen. It was good, you thought, being away from all of them especially if things get a nasty turn in a few weeks. 

“Go where?“ Simon suddenly appeared in front of you just as you were about to go upstairs “By the angel, Simon!” you said as you clutched your chest, trying to calm yourself.

”Go, where???“ he asked again with more force. “Simon,” you said looking at him. “Its nothing. We’re just going outside. For a walk. Talk. We’re friends.” You explained to him.

He shook his head. “I don’t believe you one bit, Y/L/N. What about what he said about you going with him as an order?” You frowned at him. “Were you eavesdropping?!” you asked taken a back. “So I was right.” He leaned on the railing of the stairs and fold his arms. “It’s none of your business, Simon.” You respond and started to climb up the stairs.

“So you’re leaving? Without—“ You put your hand on his mouth to shut him up. In which he continued to talk in muffled noise in his defense. “Stop talking.” You told him sternly as you pull him with you up to your bedroom where no one will hear you two talking.

Once there, you took your hand off of his mouth and suddenly his mouth began to blabber words of reason to you. You sighed and roll your eyes at him. “Fine! Okay! I’ll explain!” he paused for a second and said “Thank you!” then sat next to you on your bed.

After explaining it to Simon including the reason in going to the Praetor House, he just stared straight into the wall with his mouth hanging open, not saying anything. You knew this was going to happen. It was foolish of you to think that he would be able to handle this. Your mind racing with thoughts of regret. Deciding that the loudness of the silence is enough, you broke the ice. “You know what I hope you would do right at this moment?” “What?” he asked and looked at you. “That you would say something.”

“I’m sorry.” he said, exhaling a bit. “It is a shock,Y/N. But–” he cut his own words and embraced you tightly. You embraced him tightly in return, pouring all your bottled tears and emotions into the hug.

When he pulled away he looked at your face entirely and said, “You. don’t. have. to. worry.” as he softly point at you which made you laugh. He smiled and said “All of you loved and accepted me when I turned into a vampire. Even Jace and Alec and we didn’t even grew up together. Which is crazy.”

“Now you with Izzy, Alec and Jace, you four have grown up together. You saw each other in your first mark ceremony, celebrated birthdays, and been with them in countless missions. They would never abandon you. Love and camaraderie won’t end with you being a werewolf. And I’m not assuming, Y/N. I’m telling you this from their perspective.”

His words made you hug him again. “Thank you, Simon, really. I appreciate it.” And you broke the hug. “Just doing a friend’s responsibilty, Ma'am.” he formally replied and saluted to you. You laughed in response and hit him softly on his arm.

You stood up and walked to your closet, packing some of your clothes and other necessities. “You’re still leaving?” asked Simon. You faced him and said “Si, I have to. I can’t possibly turn here in the Institute. No one’s an expert here when it comes to newly turned werewolves.” he sighed, clearly yielding out “You’re right.”

“Oh, uhm, before I forget..” You moved to your bedside drawer and retrieved the letter you have written for Alec and handed it to Simon.

“The full moon is a night from now. Give that to Alec the day of the full moon.” He nodded slowly and said “Sure.” “Thank you, Si.” you said and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked up your bag and bid Simon goodbye.

“Good day, Ms. Y/L/N.” Praetor Scott had greeted you with a soft smile shortly just after arriving at the Praetor House. He was a middle aged man, with blonde hair streaked with grey color. 

You smiled in response. “I assume you already know the reason wh–” you normally don’t cut people in their mid sentence but you’re fed up of them reminding you of the reason why you are in this state right now. “Yeah, I know, Sr.” 

The Praetor looked a bit taken a back but kept his composure and sighed. “Bat, if you please.” Bat bowed before Praetor Scott and gripped your arm dragging you out of the Praetor’s office.

“Before you drag me completely off of this floor, kindly, please, tell me where we’re going?” Bat continued to walk briskly not even wasting a second to look back at you. And he still hasn’t replied to you. You made a small rumbling sound which, to your surprise, he replied. “Up to your room.”

You spent the night tossing and turning on your bed, with you seeing the near full moon out the window, not able to shut off your mind from thinking when suddenly, you remembered Alec’s jacket. You got up to get it from your bag and took it with you on your bed.

You inhaled the smell of the jacket, recognizing Alec’s familiar scent; the thought of him calmed the storm of thoughts in your mind and soon enough, you fell asleep with the jacket in your embrace.

Morning passed and dusk came. It was fifteen minutes past five. There is exactly forty-five minutes before the moon is out. 

Bat has appeared in the garden of the House to escort you to the basement. You figured that’s where they’ll lock you in for the night.

The basement, surprisingly, was clean. It looks as if things were all brand new, it is kept tidy for years. It also had several large rooms. Some are with bars, looking like a prisoner’s jail; some are looking like interrogation rooms with a small window on the door side. The only things that were similar between the rooms are the medium sized windows at the top right of the wall which reveals the night sky and of course, four impacted chains to the wall.

A few minutes upon entering the room, Praetor Scott had followed in and took a glance at the chains beside you then to your hands. Putting a cold facade to hide the apprehension, you asked  “I’ve surrendered to your clan. You’d protect me, wouldn’t you?” “Right.” 

“So why aren’t you binding, at the least, my wrists into the chains?” He looked straight at you for a few seconds before calling in Bat when you heard the clacking sounds above you.

The Praetor’s face had completely changed from being collected to being vigilant. He tasked Bat to go up the hall and check in on the situation. After, he took the chains on his hands and carefully secured it to both of your wrists. “Binding your ankles to the chains won’t be necessary, unless you appear to be making big rackets while turning.”

The beating of your heart had increased. Sweat trickled down the side of your face, your mouth slowly drying. You looked down at the ground.

Soon, all the noise above has come to rest and Bat returned to the room with a few members of the clan. He whispered to the Praetor and he looked at you before nodding as a sign of approval. Bat pulled the door wide open and ushered the others to come inside. 

Only then did you raise your head when you heard a familiar voice call out your name. A voice that had always sounded like home. Alec. Alec was here. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Alec..” you whispered with such happiness but accompanied too, with longingness.

He quickly dropped down to the ground in front of you, wearing a look of relief and confusion. He scanned your body, looking for possible bruises. “It’s not yet happening, Alec.” you told him softly trying to catch his eyes.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t care, okay? I don’t care. You could turn into a vampire, a werewolf, a faerie or whatever creature, I don’t care.” He said firmly holding onto both of your cheeks, he stares at you fiercely.

“You could change, yes, but I would gladly and willingly accept that because it’s a part of you, and my love won’t stop even if there’s a cliff or threat in front of me. This is no finish line, Y/N.” His voice grew louder, making sure you hear every word he say. His face scrunching into a pained one, as if begging for you to not let him go. 

“I told you already, whatever happens, I would still and always love you. Even if I have to endure sleepless nights making sure your pain, if not completely lost, at the least make it bearable for you.” Quiet tears have flown down to your face, 

“The letter you left? It’s like Jace’s jokes. Nonsense. And not one bit funny even, Y/N. You leaving won’t ever be funny.” You laughed a bit at his words, and his lips formed a relieved smile. “You’re like blood in my veins, as long as I live, it’s never gone.”

Alec touched his forehead to yours before kissing away your tears, then finally falling on your lips. It was bittersweet. It was a mix of sorrow and love and feelings left unsaid yet understood in every movement. His hand that caressed your cheek felt like a radiant touch of sun, a sweet warmth, spreading over you.

When you both pulled away he said quietly “I would cheat death for you. That’s how far I would dare go for you.” As he stare at you as if caught in a trance.

The room was all silent until Jace’s cough echoed across the room “I’m sorry to interrupt your “moment” but I just want to tell you that MY jokes are funny, Alec. THEY are funny.” The rest of the gang had groaned and rolled their eyes. Clary just smacked her forehead, as if very disappointed.

“They are not, Jace.” You responded, feeling the atmosphere getting lighter. His face turned into a shock, looking so offended, holding on his chest. 

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