Serendipity / A.Lightwood

Chapter Nine

(pls comment and vote) also, again, i apologise if the last chapter was bad x
oh, and whilst i have your attention - if i do - i have a geralt of rivia fanfiction that i'm starting, the prologue is out, and i'd love it if anyone that likes the witcher would read it x

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Charlie struggled immensely as he was thrown to the floor like discarded trash, his wrists still bound and mouth still gagged. He tried to wiggle to get out once more, but the rope was beginning to rub away at his skin and made it rather sore.

His blue eyes would look at simon every so often, trying to ensure he was still breathing.

"They're coming." Raphael said, his eyes focused on a different part of the room as he concentrated on listening for those that were imbound on the fancy room. Not even a second later, rushed footsteps made their appearance and Charlie did his best to glance over at who had arrived. 

At first, his eyes went to Clary, but she stared at Simon and didn't even bat an eye lid at him, so he looked towards Izzy next. She had looked at Simon for a few seconds before her brows knitted together in concern as she saw Charlie's beaten look. 

The next person Charlie looked towards was Alec. The boy didn't look at either of them. And yet, Charlie's glances lasted less than ten seconds.

"Simon!" The redhead exclaimed, trying to move forwards, but a strong grip held her back.

"Clary!" Jace had stopped her, his stomach tightening when he saw Charlie. There was something that made Jace want to learn more about Charlie. It was a familiar bond, like the one he shared between the Lightwood family. "That's not gonna do any good." He settled for saying instead, distracting himself from whatever just happened when he looked at Charlie.

"Listen to him, Clary Fairchild." Raphael spoke, his eyes wide with a lust for chaos. He was getting his way, his plan was in motion. Charlie could only sigh, shake his head and look away from the others, staying content with his knelt position on the floor. He didn't exactly need help to stand, he just didn't see the point in doing so if no one cared to call for him like Clary had done for Simon.

He had to give it to Izzy, Alec and Jace, however. They knew the Fray siblings for less than a week in total - as a few days were when they were unconscious due to the demon venom that had coursed through his and Clary's bloodstream - so he couldn't expect them to call out like they were losing a family member. You know?

"Put it away." The vampire then demanded, looking at the redhead with the glowing Seraph blade and the dark haired man awaiting to nock an arrow. "I've had more than enough of your friend for one day. I'd love to cut his throat. Don't give me a reason. The blonde wasn't too bad." Charming. Charlie couldn't help but think. Raphael was one of the only few that seemed to have even mentioned him recently. "Put it away!"

They obliged.

"Simon." Clary breathed out, her eyes filled with concern as she looked towards her best friend. "Simon, are you all right?"

"I wouldn't say all right-"

"Stop talking!" Raphael hissed, forcing the blade to go into Simon's throat a little more just not enough to puncture the skin. "Now....if you would all just follow me." Raphael began to walk backwards, Simon practically stumbling over his feet as he was forced to do the same. "Let's go!"

Alec took a few steps forwards, faltering when it came to passing by Charlie. Considering the dark haired man was pissed with the blonde, he couldn't help but sigh and kneel down in front of him, working away at untying the gag and rope that were binding him.