This is a two parter, the final part will be uploaded by the end of the week. :)
Magnus' POV
Mundane's aren't supposed to know about the shadow world. It's against the law for a shadowhunter or a downworlder to disclose the information to someone who didn't have a clue about it, unless they were involved themselves. Clary was an exception for example.
Though sometimes the law is broken and no one finds out until it too late. The mundane finds out too much and gets obsessed, finding ways to get more information and dig more into the shadow world until they get killed or found out by the council.
But still there are some special people, smart people that learn how to survive with their knowledge and get power from it. They find out downworlders weaknesses and learn how to fight shadowhunters. It's these people that need to be watched and kept an eye out for, because like most humans they think they're invincible and because of the dark magic that they find out. Some of them are.
Magnus was walking back from the shadowhunters institute having spent the night before there with Alec, unknown to his parents who had decided to blank that he even existed at all. After spending the rest of the day with his lover he decided that it would be best if he went back to his apartment to feed his cat and be in an environment that he actually felt wanted in.
He had asked Alec to join him and of course he'd said yes, until there was a demon spotting and he'd had to run off with Jace and the others. Alec had kissed him goodbye and promised that he would meet him at his apartment later, meaning that Alec would walk in around midnight, covered in blood and take a shower, before climbing into bed with him. Not that he minded but he couldn't help but worry whenever he went out on a demon hunt. Though, he supposed he put himself in similar danger whenever he gets a client who wants use of his magic.
The sun was going down, the stars starting to set light to the sky. He was walking casually with his hands in the pockets of his shiny black skinny jeans, he wore them to accompany the black blazer that he was wearing over a white t-shirt that made his skin look darker in the fading sunlight.
The streets had cleared out leaving few people walking on this particular road. Not that it bother him considering he had decided to use a little magic to make himself unseen by the human eyes.
So when he heard hurrying footsteps behind him he didn't bother to turn and see who it was until it was too late.
Hands grabbed his arms while something metal was wrapped tightly around his neck. For a moment he thought they were going to try and choke him, but it was when he tried to force magic to his finger tips that he realised that what was around his neck wasn't supposed to choke him at all.
He watched in shock as the blue sparks spluttered in his fingertips before dying into nothing. Whatever was around his neck had muted his power.
Suddenly, he was jerked from the side of the road into a nearby alleyway, where his hands were bound so he couldn't fight back. He struggled against them, earning himself a punch in the stomach. He winced trying to curl in on himself but the hands held him in a vice like grip and kept him upright.
"What the hell are you doing?" He growled getting the first look at his attackers. There were two of them looking at him as if he were the most disgusting creature they'd ever seen. One of them, who was holding onto his black blazer his a white fisted grip, had black hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, with a black button up shirt accompanied with black skinny jeans. He had seen the type more times than he could count. They were definitely mundanes with the sight, only they decided to use it for their own selfish gain.
The other guy who was pacing in front of him was obviously the more dominant of the two, he wore practically the same as is friend but he wore a large cross around his neck. His eyes were so brown that they almost looked black, like all of what he had learn from the shadow world had burnt all of the human out of him.
He would have thought so but his shaking hands and pacing signified that though he seemed to know what he was doing, he was still nervous.
"We've been following you for a while," the man pacing said finally coming to a stop and turning to look at him. The man wiped the sweat off his forehead and sniffed before looking around to make sure no one could see them. He was sure that the glamour he put on himself had gone and he was fully visible to anyone, well he hoped people could see them anyway. "You're very interesting Mr. Bane," the man continued getting more confident all of a sudden.
"You're not the first person to tell me that," he replied smirking at the guy. The man growled at him in return and landed a punch to the left cheek. He groaned and looked to the man anger growing within him. "What do you want?" He continued spitting out blood from where he must have torn his cheek, the metallic taste filling his mouth unwelcomely.
"Well, that's the thing, I don't want anything from you," the man spoke leaning in toward him so his face was inches from his. "You see we've learn a lot about werewolves, vampires, fairies, demons, shadowhunters and of course, the fabulous warlocks. We've known and seen them since we were kids and we've grown up trying to figure out what make them tick," his smile grew bigger like the obsession that he's had over the shadow world had now become some sort of passion. "Like that beautiful necklace that we tied around your neck to drain you powers, magic like that takes years but when you figure it out, the power you get from it is like nothing a human could even begin to feel".
"It's because you're not supposed to!" He yelled at them. "This is what I never got about mundanes, they just can't stop and that's what gets them killed in the end!" He finished looking into the eyes of the man in front of him. Pure anger sparked in them, like he could set him on fire just by looking at him.
"You don't get to talk to me like that!" Suddenly a hand was on his neck forcing him backwards, slamming him into the wall. The other man who had been holding his arms had let go and now had a hand on his friend's shoulders.
"Jake, I don't know how much longer the magic is going to hide us," the man spat and Jake turned to him his hand still fixed around his throat. Jake grinned and turned back to him, leaning in closer again.
"I've seen you with your little faggot," Jake sneered and a sudden course of rage flooded through his body. He tried to pull at the binding around his wrists but they only cut into his skin causing blood to run into his hands and down his fingers. "Ah, now I see what bothers you. Can't stand someone talking badly of your precious queer?" Jake smiled knowing that it was getting to him.
"Don't talk about him that way, now just tell me what the hell you want," he said through gritted teeth. He'd thought about trying to fight them anyway, kicking out at them and making a run for it but something told him that they weren't just going to let him go easily.
"Like I said, I don't want anything from you. I mean we don't want anything from you," Jake took a glance at his friend and they smiled menacingly at one another. Jake turned back to him and ran a hand softly down his cheek, he pulled away not wanting his touch. "We've been planning this for a long time, it's too bad that Alec isn't here to join you, but one faggot is better than nothing," Jake growled before he was thrown to the floor. He turned himself so that he landed on his side ensuring that he didn't break his wrists and didn't even get to look up before both of the men were on him.
Hits and blows were coming from all angles, it felt as though he was being beaten by a dozen people rather than two. It was just when he thought the pain was going to consume him that the two men finally ceased their blows and stood over him. He force his eyes open, one of which was swelling up at an alarming rate and looked up at the two men who now look satisfied.
"We wanted to show you that though you're a powerful warlock, we can beat you. We, the lowly mundanes, are better than you faggot," Jake said through an evil grin. "And because we're so nice we're going to call your precious queer for you. Mostly because you'll probably die if we don't and that's no fun, is it?"
Jake knelt down next to him and he flinched away causing a spike of pain to run through his battered body. He could tell that they had broken a few of his ribs, and from the amount of pain coming from his collarbone he was sure that they'd broken that too. Blood caked his face from various cuts they had made with their knuckles and the blood pultruding from his nose. Jake smiled, like the flinch was a signal of fear. But for some reason, he wasn't scared. He just didn't want the bastard anywhere near him, not after the way he'd talked about Alec.
He felt a hand start to go through his pockets, as Jake he assumed, looked for his phone. He looked up at the other man that had been Jake's accomplice. He couldn't see the same darkness that he saw in Jakes eyes but he knew that it would only take time. The man looked as though he would bow at Jakes feet if the guy asked him too, which meant that he was too loyal for anyone to try and cloud his judgement. 'What had Jake promised him?' He thought as Jake finally found the right pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Aw, look he's even on speed dial," Jake cooed showing his friend the phone. The both grinned down at it before he clicked a button and dropped the phone to the floor near his combat boots. "You'll have to crawl around to speak to him, just try not to pass out," Jake grinned before throwing his leg back and giving him one last swift kick to the stomach.
He whimpered as both of the men laughed and took off down the ally, the now pitch black sky swallowing them whole.
His ragged breath filled the silence, the pain now almost become unbearable. He pulled at the wire type material again but it only caused more pain, he lifted his throbbing head and looked in the direction of the phone. He would have to turn himself ninety degrees to get to it, and it was going to be painful.
Taking another shaking breath he started to force himself inch by inch around on the spot, his body was in agony and black spots danced in his vision. He was about to give up and give in to the sleep his body so wanted, but then he heard him. Alec, on the other side of the phone calling his name. He forced himself around again, harder this time making sure that he was making progress. One more forceful and painful push and the phone would be at his ear.
He let a scream come out of his mouth using it as his last bit of energy to get to the phone and laid his head on top of it. "Alec," he said not meaning to let how much he was hurting show in his voice.
"Magnus? I thought you'd pocket dialled me for a second," Alec said and even the sound of his voice soothed him. It made him feel as though he was floating. "Is this important? We've just discovered another set of demons across town and me and the others split up, I'm looking for them now," Alec continued and he almost didn't want to ask him to come to his rescue. He almost wanted to go and let him do the thing he loved the most. Fighting demons.
"It is quite important darling," he said blood rising in his throat causing him to choke. He turned his head and spat it out, though some of it dribbled down his chin and onto the pavement below his head like rain.
"Magnus? Are you ok? I thought you sounded a little strange, but-," he stopped him there with a groan that he couldn't stop from spilling out of his mouth. He was pretty sure that one of his broken ribs had punctured one of his lungs. "Magnus!" Alec yelled down the phone to him. He hated the way he sounded worried about him, normally it was the other way around and he wasn't accustom with the change.
"I was a-attacked," he groaned out tiredly wincing at the pain of talking. "I d-don't think I'm g-going to make it," he slurred as more blood fell from his lips. He didn't even feel it rise from his throat this time.
"Magnus! Where are you?! Tell me where you are?!" Alec yelled at him panic evident in his voice.
He told him the road he was on, mentioning that he was in an ally way that may or may not be glamoured. He could hear running footsteps through the phone as Alec took off to find him.
"Magnus, talk to me," Alec kept talking to him but he hardly had the energy to reply. "Magnus, you have to stay awake!"
"It's ok darling," he said softly trying feel calmer in his state. He had almost accepted that this would be the place he would die, after eight hundred years of living a couple of mundanes way over their heads had been the ones to do it. He let a small laugh escape his lips.
"It's not ok! Don't say it's ok like you like you're going to die!" Alec yelled and the sound of him running sped up.
"Alexand-," he started but Alec cut him off.
"NO! You're not going to die! Just hold on for me, I'm almost there," Alec's voice almost frantic now.
"I-I w-would hold on f-for a decade f-for you if I-I could," he said the slurring becoming more prominent in his voice. He tried one more yank at the wire tying his hands, knowing what the outcome would be, more blood spilled down his wrists onto his hands.
For a moment there was silence and he was sure that this was the end.
"Magnus!" The voice came from both the phone next to his ear and the boy staring at the entry to the alleyway. Apparently the glamour was gone, either that or because Alec was a shadowhunter he could see straight through it.
He tilted his head up slightly and looked to his lover who was rushing towards him. Alec dropped down next to him and took his head his hands. "What do you need me to do?!" Alec yelled at him tears visibly welling in the boys eyes.
"Hands," he said coughing up another lot of blood as Alec pulled out a knife and broke him free of his wire bindings. He brought his hands slowly back around to the front of his body, before painfully reaching for his neck. As soon as his hands touched the metal necklace his fingers burned, smoke rising from them as he hissed and rolled away from Alec.
"Let me get it," Alec said turning him back before reaching for it himself. As soon as Alec touched it the same happened to him, but Alec didn't let go. Pulling at the wire his lover's hands turned bloody, smoke rose from them like a bonfire as the wire burned his skin. He reached up to stop him but Alec pushed his arms softly away.
"No Alec, stop it!" He yelled with every ounce of energy he had left.
Alec shook his head and gave the necklace one last tug before it came loose and snapped, falling away from his neck. Alec took it and threw it away from them both, the sound of it clattering down the alleyway unheard by either of them.
"You stupid Nephilim," he said talking Alec's hands in his slowly and taking a look at the damage. He felt more pain in seeing the deep, red and bloody burn marks in his lovers' skin than he felt all together in his own body right now.
"I'm not worried about that," Alec said taking his hands back and looking over him. "Are you healing? Is that what was stopping you?" Alec continued obviously inspecting him to see if he could see any improvement.
He groaned slightly as he moved and laid his head in Alec's lap. "It was what was stopping me from healing, but I don't have any energy now to heal with," he said closing his eyes, not being able to looking into Alec's beautiful blues.
"Take it from me, you've done it before, do it again," Alec said but he shook his head opening his eyes not being able to handle not seeing his beautiful face.
"I can't, the amount I need will kill you," he said sadly and Alec shook his head a tear falling from his face and landing on his bare neck. The feeling of it warming his body somewhat, he hadn't noticed how cold it was.
"Do it," Alec said again his face becoming serious. "I mean it Magnus! I can't live without you, but you, you've moved on before and you'll do it again! Do it Magnus, please!" Alec said and his first set of tears ran down his cheeks
"How could you say that?" He said the slurring suddenly gone from his voice as if the pain was now all in his heart from those words. "Like you value this relationship more than me? I can't move on. I've never felt like this before Alec, this isn't something I'll be able to move on from, and knowing I'm the one who caused you to die! That would kill me anyway!" He said the tears mixing with the blood causing crimson to once more roll off his chin. He choked as more blood spilled from his mouth and he heard Alec call his name, as the pain increased and he felt himself slipping away he forced out four more words.
"I love you, Alexander."