Five - Chain of Thorns What If? Fic
This is my what if? scenario of what would have happened in Chain of Thorns chapter 26 if somebody else had chased after Tatiana. Can't say much here in case somebody hasn't read the book. This one shot is told from three POVs (Lucie, Grace, Jesse).
Warning: Light descriptions of wounds/blood.
Thanks to @stabbydragon because your post inspired this fic :)
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Lucie didn’t know how much she could still hold on. Her legs already gave out, the hard stone of the stairs behind her the only thing keeping her back upright.
“You are nothing to me,” Rupert’s ghost said, and Tatiana screamed in despair. That urged the Watchers to leave the scene, leaving the woman all by herself.
Tatiana looked behind her with displeasure and Lucie realized she wanted to flee. “Close the gate,” she said to Rupert’s ghost, and he obliged, moving in front of the gate as if he were a statue and not a ghost. She didn’t know if it would work, but she tried. “Sorry,” she told him, but he didn’t answer.
“You won’t keep me here, girl,” Tatiana hissed at Lucie. “You will pay today. You and your friends. You ruined my revenge plan!” she cried, and tried to open the gates, but Rupert didn’t move an inch. “You ruined my relationship with my husband and with my son, you ruined me!”
“No one ruined you but yourself,” Rupert said solemnly. Tatiana turned to him, and Lucie could only see her back now. Grace was at the end of the stairs, looking awestruck to do anything. “You began ruining yourself when you chose revenge, Tatiana.”
“I chose revenge for you!” Tatiana raised her voice. Jesse had advanced until the Blackthorn sword was grazing her neck, but she didn’t seem to mind. Didn’t seem to believe her son could ever hurt her. She offered him a glance laced with scorn. “I chose revenge for our family! So that we could be together again.”
“You didn’t just use and ruin my son, you also manipulated an innocent girl to do your bidding. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Tatiana?” Rupert asked coldly. Lucie felt her grip on him weaken, but tried to hold on. It wasn’t over yet. “You claim you did it for our sake, but you did it because you are selfish.”
Lucie was too focused on Rupert to catch Grace, her light dress billowing behind her, getting close to the three of them by the gate. She brandished a knife, her hand unsteady and trembling even from her position on the stairs, until just a few steps separated the weapon from her face. Lucie didn’t know if it was because of the bitter cold or because she was scared or both. She wasn’t sure where she found the weapon. She wanted to say something, to call her back where she was safe, but she couldn’t. She felt too strained, too weak.
“Grace,” she said in a sob, “Jesse,” and then her world went black.
*
Tatiana opened her mouth to protest, but a bitter laugh came out of it. “I can’t believe this is how you are thanking me, Grace,” the woman said. “This is what I get for giving you all. Money, clothes, jewelry,” she laughed deviously, mocking her. “You would have been a beggar if it wasn’t for me, silly girl. You shouldn’t threaten me with a knife, you should bow at my feet.” Tatiana also glanced at her son when she said that, but he ignored her, his sword still pointing at her chest.
Grace tried not to tremble too much, the cold biting at her cheeks and her bare feet. She was stronger than this. She was stronger than the cold. She was stronger than her mother. “Better a beggar than a puppet,” she said firmly. “I should threaten you with more than a knife, I should threaten you with the sword you said was yours by right.”
“It doesn’t matter what you threaten me with, Grace,” she said her name as if it was a curse. “If the blow doesn’t land.”
Tatiana’s laugh filled the air and chilled Grace to the bone. She would not be afraid, not again.
Not – One. “This is for Jesse.”.
Two. “This is for me.”
Three. “This is for the Lightwood family.”
Four. “This is for the Herondale family.”
Five. “This is for –”
“Grace,” Jesse said, alarmed, finding his voice amidst the shock, unable to move a hand to stop his sister. Unwilling to stop his sister. He glanced at the ghost who used to be his father, who was still his father, somehow, but Rupert stayed silent, his eyes trained on Tatiana, his mouth a thin line. If he had spoken, he would’ve probably said she deserved it. And she did. Even Jesse knew.
Grace looked at her left hand, the hand where her voyance rune stood out on her pale skin, and where her shaking fingers still held the knife. The knife she had twisted into Tatiana’s chest the same way that woman had fed poison in her heart for all those years. This time, she wouldn’t be the one bleeding as that woman watched her writhe in pain because of the things she forced her to do. She would be the one watching her suffer.
She blinked and tried to register what she had done. She tried to cover the sound of her heart hammering in her chest and ears. She felt as if somebody had cracked an egg open on her head, or worse. She couldn’t describe it. She just blinked at her hand. Her hand now glittered with blood. Tatiana’s blood. A monster’s blood. The knife clattered to the ground, but it didn’t make much noise, the sound muffled by Grace’s heartbeats thundering in her ears.
“A dagger to my heart,” Tatiana coughed, bringing Grace’s attention back to her. She was clutching her chest, her body slumped to the floor, Jesse still keeping the Blackthorn sword close to his mother’s throat. “I never thought you would do it,” she was finding it hard to breathe. “My –” she hissed. Another cough. More blood. “You will have to live with this,” she said lastly, her eyes moving from Grace to Jesse, astonishment making her look even older than she was.
Until she wasn’t anymore. Dead. Gone.
Grace exhaled a sigh of relief, and let her tears wash away the blood from her dirty hands.
*
When Jesse realized that Grace aimed to strike, he didn’t think. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. The knife was already in Tatiana’s chest when he registered that Rupert was gone, and disappeared in front of the gate. Didn’t see when Grace twisted it in the flesh as if trying to make a hole where Tatiana’s heart was supposed to be. Didn’t witness when Tatiana’s blood stained her old and worn dress a second time, a third, a fourth, a fifth. Didn’t see her face was pale.
Tatiana met his eyes before she exhaled her dying breath, and it reminded him of the night he died. He had tossed in his bed, as Grace held his hand and dried the sweat from his forehead. Perhaps it was childish to want his mother by his bed at his age, but he felt helpless. As he felt life abandoning his limbs, not once did his mother cross the threshold of his room to check on him. To tell him words of comfort. To say goodbye. After he returned, he thought maybe Tatiana had felt too broken to witness another person she loved dying before her eyes, but when he understood it was all meant to be a plan, that they were all pawns she was moving on the board for the sake of revenge, he saw the situation from what it was.
His mother did not care about him, nor Grace. She only cared about them as a means to her stupid revenge.
And now she was dead.
Jesse didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t know what he should feel. He wasn’t sure he would feel anything aside from rage. Displeasure. Hatred. Relief.
He put his hands gently around Grace’s shoulders as life went out of Tatiana’s eyes and her head lolled forward and her body sank to the ground. Lifeless, like a puppet.
Grace’s hands shook along with her frame. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was still in shock. She let Jesse engulf her in an embrace, and buried her head and her hands in his chest, marking his white shirt with blood. “It’s over,” she muttered quietly, almost as if she didn’t want to say out loud, as if she wasn’t sure it was real.
Her brother caressed the back of her head, but he didn’t weep. “Yes,” he answered, even though he knew it wasn’t really. “Yes,” he echoed, still unable to believe it.
*
Footnotes:
When I decided to write this quick fic, I debated about this and I honestly thought about different options (in reverse lmao).
Option 4 was Rupert asking Lucie to command him to kill Tatiana, even though this would've ensued tough conversations between Lucie and Jesse because after Rupert disappears, she even wonders if she did right calling him there because she is afraid Jesse might be upset. If Rupert had killed Tati, it would've been satisfying but Lucie giving the command would've been unsettling, maybe? And I didn't want to delve into that but who knows, I may also do that someday. After all, it's fan fiction and not canon. XD
Option 3 was Lucie herself, but ofc Rupert had to disappear because we know that Lucie stayed rooted to the spot where she was because keeping Rupert there drained her energy, thus she couldn't go after Tatiana after she fled. Still a worth option, though, it would've also opened a lot of conversations with Jesse but anyway --
Before CoT came out, I thought that the only people who HAD to kill Tatiana were Grace or Jesse. I quickly brushed off Jesse (Option 2) because, as I already wrote in my other fic "For the ghost that I used to be", I believe he would want Tatiana to rot in jail until the rest of her days. Grace was my Option 1. She seemed the best option and I would've loved to see this, that's why I ended up choosing her. It makes more sense and it satisfies me more seeing her kill her manipulator and abuser.
Last, but not last: I decided to have Lucie faint at the end of her POV because I suppose that's what would've happened if Rupert didn't disappear. She is fine, don't you worry! I was planning to write a bonus scene to insert later, after Jesse and Grace realize Lucie collapsed (because my ghostwriter heart begs me to write it lol). Tell me if you would be interested in reading :)
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